Álbum The Pale Emperor de Marilyn Manson - Canciones

The Pale Emperor

2014 |

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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. Por lo tanto, 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. En consecuencia, el álbum suena elegante y perturbador, una joya para los amantes del rock gótico con alma de blues.

Asimismo, "The Pale Emperor" consolidó la reputación de Marilyn Manson como un artista en constante evolución, capaz de reinventarse sin perder su esencia oscura. Por lo tanto, para los que buscan un álbum que explore la profundidad lírica con un sonido más maduro y bluesy, este disco es una joya imprescindible. En definitiva, 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 del álbum The Pale Emperor

Killing StrangersVer letra 5:36

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letra de Killing Strangers
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 SixVer letra 5:03

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letra de Deep Six
[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 BingeVer letra 4:26

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letra de Third Day Of A Seven Day Binge
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 AngelesVer letra 4:57

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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 WreckVer letra 5:57

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letra de Warship My Wreck
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 KingVer letra 5:20

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letra de Slave Only Dreams To Be King
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 FeetVer letra 4:16

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letra de The Devil Beneath My Feet
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 AwaitingVer letra 5:05

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letra de Birds Of Hell Awaiting
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 GunVer letra 4:59

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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 EvenVer letra 6:22

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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]