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Mis à jour le jeudi 16 juillet 2020 à 22:38

Intro

Marilyn Manson est pour moi une illustration du jugement que l’on peut porter sur quelqu’un sans le connaître, en l’occurrence un artiste. Non pas que j’ai aujourd’hui une grande connaissance sur sa personne, mais j’ai été longtemps sceptique sur cet individu à la personnalité douteuse et controversée, je le trouvais trop trash et trop glauque, notamment je jugeais d’un très mauvais œil d’avoir emprunté le nom d’un véritable tueur en série.

Mais c’était avant d’écouter sa musique, en murissant j’ai dépassé mes préjugés (et inversement), je suis parti du postulat qu’il s’agissait d’un rôle, d’un personnage qui lui permet d’exprimer pleinement son art, ce que font beaucoup d’artistes. Dès lors, on devient beaucoup plus ouvert, on ne juge plus, on apprécie, et on reconnait que MM fait de la très bonne musique, du très bon métal qui déchire (dans le sens figuré, pas les tympans sauf si on écoute très très fort peut-être ! :-D) ; c’est facile car il possède une voix très envoutante, et un indéniable talent musical et artistique.

Ses clips vidéos, s’ils donnent plutôt dans le bizarre, l’effrayant voire le carrément morbide, ne sont pas dénués d’esthétisme. « The Beautiful People » est probablement une des chansons qui m’ont permis de réaliser qu’il ne faut pas s’arrêter aux apparences, qu’il faut dépasser ses préjugés et écouter avant de juger. J’ai connu un peu le même processus avec The Cure, dans les années 80, et je me demande d’ailleurs dans quelle mesure Robert Smith a pu avoir une influence (ghotique ?) sur Brian Hugh Warner. En 89, Lullaby fût la chanson révélatrice de The Cure qui m’a fait aimer ce groupe.

Let’s hear it !

• The Beautiful People
• mOBSCENE
• The Dope Show
• This Is The New Shit
• Personal Jesus
• Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)
• The Nobodies (Against All Gods Remix)
• The Fight Song
• Tourniquet
• Coma White
• Disposable Teens
• Lunchbox
• Third Day Of A Seven Day Binge
• The Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
• Cupid Carries A Gun
• Deep Six
• Shooter Jennings feat. Marilyn Manson – Cat People (Official Video)

Lyrics

And I don’t want you and I don’t need you
Don’t bother to resist, or I’ll beat you
It’s not your fault that you’re always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong

The beautiful people, the beautiful people
It’s all relative to the size of your steeple
You can’t see the forest for the trees
You can’t smell your own shit on your knees

There’s no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker
That’s in your way

[Chorus:]
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes man, it’s hard to be clean

The worms will live in every host
It’s hard to pick which one they eat most

The horrible people, the horrible people
It’s as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way,
Old-fashioned fascism will take it away

[Chorus]

There’s no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker
That’s in your way

The beautiful people
The beautiful people (aahh) [x4]

[Chorus x2]

The beautiful people [x8]

[Masquer]

En live avec Rammstein !

Marilyn Manson & Rammstein – The Beautiful People (Echo 2012 – 22/03/2012)

Lyrics

Ladies and Gentlemen
We are the thing of shapes to come
Your freedom’s not free and dumb
This Depression is Great
The Deformation Age, they know my name
Waltzing to scum and base and
Married to the pain

Bang we want it
Bang we want it
Bang bang bang bang bang
You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn’t your scene
It’s better than a sex scene and it’s
So fucking obscene, obscene yeah

[GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde):]
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard

The day that love opened our eyes
We watched the world end
We have « high » places but we have no friends
They told us sin’s not good but we know it’s great
War-time full-frontal drugs, sex-tank armor plate

Bang we want it
Bang we want it
Bang bang bang bang bang
You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn’t your scene
It’s better than a sex scene and it’s
So fucking obscene, obscene yeah

You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we’re going down down down
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we’re going down down down

[GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde):]
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard

You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn’t your scene
It’s better than a sex scene and it’s
So fucking obscene, obscene yeah

You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we’re going down down down
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we’re going down down down

« Ladies and gentlemen, be obscene! Be be obscene! »
[GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde):]
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard

Bang bang bang bang bang

[Masquer]

Lyrics

The drugs they say make us feel so hollow
We love in vain narcissistic and so shallow
The cops and queers to swim you have to swallow
Hate today, no love for tomorrow

We’re all stars now in the dope show
We’re all stars now in the dope show

[Chorus:]
There’s a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind

We’re all stars now in the dope show
We’re all stars now in the dope show

[x2]
They love you when you’re on all the covers
When you’re not then they love another

The drugs they say are made in California
We love your face
We’d really like to sell you
The cops and queers make good-looking models
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?

[Chorus]

[x2]
They love you when you’re on all the covers
When you’re not then they love another

[Chorus]

They’ll blow your mind

We’re all stars now in the dope show
We’re all stars now in the dope show

[Masquer]

Lyrics

Everything has been said before
There’s nothing left to say anymore
When it’s all the same
You can ask for it by name

Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don’t forget the « violence »
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing along
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don’t forget the « violence »
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing along
Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit
tomorrow’s never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit
Do we get it? No
Do we want it? Yeah
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit

Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don’t forget the « violence »
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing along
Everything has been said before
There’s nothing left to say anymore
When it’s all the same
You can ask for it by name
Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit
tomorrow’s never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit
Do we get it? No
Do we want it? Yeah
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit

And now it’s « you know who »
I got the « you know what »
I stick it « you know where »
You know why, you don’t care
And now it’s « you know who »
I got the « you know what »
I stick it « you know where »
You know why, you don’t care

Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don’t forget the « violence »
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing along

Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit
tomorrow’s never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit
Do we get it? No
Do we want it? Yeah
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit

So,
LET US ENTERTAIN YOU
LET US ENTERTAIN YOU…
Blah blah blah blah everybody sing along

[Masquer]

Lyrics

Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who’s there

Feeling unknown
And you’re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I’ll make you a believer
Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
That we need to confess
I will deliver
You know I’m a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal Jesus…

Feeling unknown
And you’re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I’ll make you a believer
I will deliver
You know I’m a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus
Reach out and touch faith

[Masquer]

Lyrics

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who had a mind to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

I wanna use you and abuse you
I wanna know what’s inside you
Moving on, moving on
Moving on, moving on
Moving on, moving on
Moving on

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

I’m gonna use you and abuse you
I’m gonna know what’s inside
Gonna use you and abuse you
I’m gonna know what’s inside you

[Masquer]