The Pale Emperor es un álbum de Marilyn Manson, publicado en 2014. El disco incluye 10 canciones, entre ellas «Killing Strangers», «Deep Six», «Third Day Of A Seven Day Binge» y «The Mephistopheles Of Los Angeles».
Sobre el álbum
La sofisticación de The Pale Emperor revela una faceta más bluesy y madura de Marilyn Manson, marcando un giro estilístico que sorprendió a muchos. Además, este álbum explora temas de mortalidad, redención y la oscuridad del alma con una elegancia que lo distingue de sus trabajos anteriores. El disco se siente como un pacto con el diablo, una banda sonora para un viaje al inframundo con un toque de blues.
Las melodías son más pausadas y atmosféricas, con riffs de guitarra que evocan el blues sureño y arreglos que realzan la voz profunda de Marilyn Manson. Así pues, "Deep Six", "Third Day of a Seven Day Binge" y "The Mephistopheles of Los Angeles" son ejemplos de su habilidad para crear temas con un estilo distintivo y un mensaje provocador. Por otra parte, la producción es más limpia y orgánica, lo que realza la crudeza y la belleza de las composiciones. El álbum suena elegante y perturbador, una joya para los amantes del rock gótico con alma de blues.
"The Pale Emperor" consolidó la reputación de Marilyn Manson como un artista en constante evolución, capaz de reinventarse sin perder su esencia oscura. Para los que buscan un álbum que explore la profundidad lírica con un sonido más maduro y bluesy, este disco es una joya imprescindible. Es una prueba irrefutable de que la genialidad de Marilyn Manson se manifestaba en su capacidad para transformar la música en una declaración de identidad, como un emperador pálido que reina en su propio estilo.
Listado de Canciones
- Killing Strangers5:36
Letra
This world doesn't need no opera We're here for the operation We don't need a bigger knife (a bigger knife) Cause we got guns, we got guns, we got guns (we got guns) We got guns, you better run (you better run, you better run, you better run) We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love We pack demolition, we can't pack emotion Dynamite? We just might... So blow us a kiss, blow us a kiss Blow us a kiss, we'll blow you to pieces We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love We got guns, we got guns Mother fuckers better, better, better run We got guns, we got guns Mother fuckers better run [x2] We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love You better run Cause we got guns! Cause we got guns! We got guns! - Deep Six5:03
Letra
[Verse 1:] You want to know what Zeus said to Narcissus? "You better watch yourself" You want to know what Zeus said to Narcissus? "You better watch yourself" "You better watch yourself" Yeah [Verse 2:] It's like a stranger had a key, came inside my mind And moved all my things around But he didn't know snakes can't kneel or prey Try to break my psyche down Yeah [Pre-Chorus:] It's as if my feathers were wax And your artillery lead Do you like our bed? Do you like our bed? [Chorus:] Deep six, six, six feet deep Deep six, six, six feet deep Yeah [Verse 2] [Pre-Chorus x2] [Chorus] [Verse 1] [Bridge 4x:] Love is Evol Con is confidence Eros is sore Sin is sincere Sin is sincere Sin is sincere Sin is sincere [Chorus] [Verse 1] - Third Day Of A Seven Day Binge4:26
Letra
We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge And I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips I can't decide if you're wearing me out or wearing me well I just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips I've got bullets, in the booth Rather be your victim, than be with you I got bullets, in the Boothe Rather be your victim, than be with you We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips I'd rather be your victim, than to be with you Rather be your victim, than be with you - The Mephistopheles Of Los Angeles4:57
Letra
I don't know if I can open up I've been opened enough I don't know if I can open up I'm not a birthday present I'm aggressive regressive The past is over And passive scenes so pathetic Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic And I'm ready to meet my maker I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic I'm ready to meet my maker Lazarus has got no dirt on me Lazarus has got no dirt on me And I'll rise to every occasion I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles Of Los Angeles Don't know if I can open up I been opened too much Double-crossed glossed over in my pathos Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic And I'm ready to meet my maker I feel stoned and alone like a heretic I'm ready to meet my maker Lazarus has got no dirt on me Lazarus has got no dirt on me And I'll rise to every occasion I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles Of Los Angeles Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? Are we fated, faithful, or fatal? I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic And I'm ready to meet my maker I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic I'm ready to meet my maker I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic And I'm ready to meet my maker I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic I'm ready to meet my maker Lazarus has got no dirt on me Lazarus has got no dirt on me And I'll rise to every occasion I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles Of Los Angeles I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles - Warship My Wreck5:57
Letra
You're a paper doll I fold you how I want You're not my noose I tied this knot If this won't be Our fingers locked together This is total war Method not objective Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules If I can glue em back together Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules If I can glue them back together Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules If I can glue them back together! Back together! [Chorus x2:] Scars on my fingers, bruises on neck Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck warship my wreck! warship my wreck! Cut the hands off Then kamikaze into your soul Kamikaze into your soul... [Chorus x2:] Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck Warship my Wreck! Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck Warship my wreck! Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck warship my wreck! Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules If I can glue em back together Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules If I can glue them back together Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules If I can glue them back together! - Slave Only Dreams To Be King5:20
Letra
The human wheel, that force unseen The offspring of a deathless soul Can hew away to any goal The walls of granite intervene Be not in patient delay, but Wait as one who understands When spirit rises and demands The Gods are ready to obey Take my money like an ugly bee Covered in my money, too dumb to see My Fibonacci blinded by your jealousy I'm happy to pull my veins out and braid a rope I don't need hope to know that you'd die slow I'm happy to pull my veins out and braid a rope I don't need hope to know that you'd die slow [Hook:] You are what you beat, yeah You are what you beat, yeah [Chorus:] And then we met our brand new parents But they didn't know it yet So we chanted, "WED, WED, WED!" But they didn't know they were dead Didn't know they were dead Then the witch tied her fruit t a stick When our coin was looking too thin It's like a winter in Hades, we drooled for the ladies As if the apple was owned by God [Chorus] Slave never dreams to be free Slave only dreams to be King Slave never dreams to be free Slave only dreams to be King [Hook] - The Devil Beneath My Feet4:16
Letra
Don't want your God and His higher power Want power to get higher And I'm not allowed, I'm not allowed When you look up, what will you see? Don't need a motherfucker looking down on me Motherfucker looking down on me Least I know wherever I go I got the devil beneath my feet Least I know wherever I go I got the devil beneath my feet Beneath my feet Don't bring your black heart to bed When I wake up you best be gone Or you'd better be dead [2x] This what happens when you put an apple on your head You could laugh all day but you can't laugh the darkness away Can't laugh the darkness away Too many pills and not enough kills I need a bug out, sold that big house Neva take me alive, never take me alive, never fucking take me alive It's better to be blamed for robbing Peter Than guilty for paying Paul Don't bring your black heart to bed When I wake up you best be gone Or you'd better be dead [2x] - Birds Of Hell Awaiting5:05
Letra
Birds of Hell awaiting With the wings on fire Insane old Phoenix, baby It's your death desire The birds of Hell awaiting With the wings on fire Insane old Phoenix, baby It's your death desire (This is your death, this is your death) (This is your death's desire) [x2] Birds of Hell awaiting With the wings on fire Insane old Phoenix, baby It's your death desire It's where you're death's desire (This is your death, this is your death) (This is your death's desire) [x2] - Cupid Carries A Gun4:59
Letra
Pound me the witch drums The witch drums Pound me the witch drums Pound me the witch drums The witch drums Better pray for hell, not hallelujah I'm a coat of fists Dead and hardened spiders Like two mangled crowns Or the widest of the meanest coiled snakes Folks said I Look like death Lived in the hotel of my eyes Lives wide open like a whore Painted in spit from the earth between her thighs Keep your halos tight, I'm your God or your guardian Keep your halo tight One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine Because now Cupid carries a gun Now, now Cupid, Cupid carries a gun Pound me the witch drums The witch drums Pound me the witch drums Pound me the witch drums The witch drums Better pray for hell, not hallelujah She had those crow black eyes Starless, but she fucks Like a comet Laid as still as a Bible And it felt like Revelations when I looked inside Keep your halos tight, I'm your God or your guardian Keep your halo tight One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine Keep your halos tight, I'm your God or your guardian Keep your halo tight One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine Because now Cupid carries a gun Now, now Cupid, Cupid carries a gun Pound me the witch drums The witch drums Better pray for hell, not hallelujah Better pray for hell, not hallelujah Better pray for hell, not hallelujah Pound me the witch drums - Odds Of Even6:22
Letra
Stood in the face of grim death, screaming "Monsters, bring me to deafness!" My dagger and swagger are useless in the face of the mirror when the mirror is made of my face. [Chorus:] This is the House of Death. Even Angels die in the arms of demons. This is the House of Death. Even angels die in the arms of Demons. Hide your heart in your gut, but for what? When they're waiting to pull you apart like a scarecrow on death row so now all of your secrets are shown. [Chorus] No one is exempt from the odds of even. [x5]