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Rating: Let's be clear, belin: "The Holy Bible" is one of the most "violent" British Rock albums (in a... let's say psychological sense), since the days of Joy Division. Many tracks are stabs to the heart, and even when it seems to slow down, the record always manages to hit you bluntly. It’s impossible to find the best song, maybe "Mausoleum".
I don't really like "The Intense Humming Of Evil", but within the album's context, I recognize it's perfect.
The band died in 1995 with the disappearance of that lunatic Richey James, who neither sang nor played very well but was the face of the Band, and the one who wrote the lyrics. Since James' disappearance, the Manics are dead and buried, but many haven't noticed and continue to listen to this crap that comes out every three years. Has no one ever realized what kind of trio of communist pricks they are now? One of the bastards (Nicky Wire) is two and a half meters tall, has a chin long as a window, and thinks he's Roger Waters, the other, the singer, is a fucking chubby little shit, while the drummer looks like... A TIT!
Nothing to do with the ambiguous icon Richey James who fucked off a fucking bridge because someone told him he looked like one of the Village People... this Richey James, still to this day, there is no certainty he is dead, the body has never been found in any sewer, and it has been 9 years, Richey James belin, I must admit he fascinated me for a long time during my adolescent Grunge years… at the age of 17, our Richey was under treatment at a psychiatric center accused of mimicking Marc Bolan along the shitty proletarian streets of his hometown, this James never played a fucking note right because he didn't know how to play, he merely spewed decadent poetry and Trotskyist slogans in the lyrics and struck poses on stage because he was the most charismatic, while the other three fucked like rabbits, Richey who was the most handsome and attractive couldn’t fuck, otherwise, he would lose his allure as the depressed existentialist artist, so he also wanted to empty the tap now and then, but they wouldn’t let him, you Richey James must only write existential Sartrean crap while we have fun, you must fall into catastrophic spiritual ruminations, otherwise, the Baby Boomers won’t buy our records anymore and will turn to a new schizoid depressed Rockstar daughter of a mother with her ass up in the air at Woodstock..…. it was too much even for a debauched bisexual with a shattered brain like James, hence that absurd tragic end.
As you know, Richey besides alcohol (and you're not the only one dear Richey) loved to slash his arms leaving deep scars... I saw by the way, in the magazine Select, a couple of impressive photos, symptoms of a person balancing between mental imbalance and extreme lucidity. Some say he lives in India under a false name, but to me, he's somewhere below the Thames. Today, the Manics go play Punk in Cuba with Fidel Castro, let's cut it here if you don't want me to really get mad, and listen to them only up to "The Holy Bible", actually, just listen to "The Holy Bible". Bye, see you next time, from Vic (who will now make a stop in Cuba, but to do spunk in some bistro with some underage little girl served on my totem by Fidel himself (30% of the fee will end up in your pockets, oh Fidel), Fidel, you do indeed have the desires of the people at heart.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Yes (04:59)
For sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions
Virgin? Listen, all virgins are liars, honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so chop off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you puking, shaking, sinking I still stand for old ladies can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
I 'T' them, 24/7, all year long
Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so chop off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
If you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you puking, shaking, sinking I still stand for old ladies can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none, there's no lust in this coma even for a fifty, solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing that is left about me
There's no part of my body that has not been used
Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so chop off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
If you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none, there's no lust in this coma even for a fifty, solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say, may as well be heaven this hell, smells the same, these sunless afternoons I can't find myself...
03 Of Walking Abortion (04:01)
I knew that someday I was gonna die
And I knew before I died
Two things would happen to me
That number one: I would regret my entire life
And number two: I would want to live my life over again
I knew that someday I was gonna die
And I knew before I died
Two things would happen to me
That number one: I would regret my entire life
And number two: I would want to live my life over again
Life is lead weights, pendulum died
Pure or lost, spectator or crucified
Recognised truth acedia's blackest hole
Junkies winos whores the nation's moral suicide
Loser - liar - fake or phoney
No one cares, everyone is guilty
Fucked up - dunno why - you poor little boy
We are all of walking abortions
Shalom shalom we all love our children
We all are of walking abortions
Shalom shalom there are no horizons
Mussolini hangs from a butcher's hook
Hitler reprised in the worm of your soul
Horthy's corpse screened to a million
Tisu revived, the horror of a bullfight
Fragments of uniforms, open black ruins
A moral conscience - you've no wounds to show
So wash your car in your 'X' baseball shoes
We are all of walking abortions
Shalom shalom we all love our children
We all are of walking abortions
Shalom shalom there are no horizons
Little people in little houses
Like maggots small blind and worthless
The massacred innocent blood stains us all
Who's responsible - you fucking are
Who's responsible - you fucking are
Who's responsible - you fucking are
Who's responsible - you fucking are
Who's responsible
05 Archives of Pain (05:29)
If hospitals cure
then prisons must bring their pain
do not be ashamed to slaughter
the centre of humanity is cruelty
there is never redemption
any fool can regret yesterday
nail it to the House of Lords
You will be buried in the same box as a killer, as a killer, as a killer
A drained white body hanging from the gallows
is more righteous that Hindley's crotchet lectures
pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims
the weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong
Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen, Hindley and
Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe, Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori
Ueda, Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic
Give them respect they deserve
give them the respect they deserve
Execution needed
a bloody vessel for your peace
if man makes death then death makes man
tear the torso with horses and chains
killers view themselves like they view the world, they pick at the holes
not punish less, rise the pain
sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction
Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen, Hindley and
Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe, Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori
Ueda, Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic
Give them respect they deserve
give them the respect they deserve
06 Revol (03:04)
Mr. Lenin - awaken the boy
Mr. Stalin - bi-sexual epoch
Kruschev - self love in his mirrors
Brezhnev - married into group sex
Gorbachev - celibate self importance
Yeltsin - failure is his own impotence
Revol revol
Revol revol
Lebensraum kulturkampf
Raus raus
Fila fila
Napoleon - childhood sweethearts
Chamberlain - you see God in you
Trotsky - honeymoon - serenade the naked
Che Guevara - you're all target now
Pol Pot - withdrawn traces bye bye
Farrakhan - alimony alimony
Revol revol
Revol revol
Lebensraum kulturkampf
Raus raus
Fila fila
Revol revol
Revol revol
Lebensraum kulturkampf
Raus raus
Fila fila
Revol
07 4st 7lb (05:05)
I eat too much to die
And not enough to stay alive
I'm sitting in the middle, waiting.
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired
So gorgeous, sunk to six stone
Lose my only remaining home
See my third rib appear
A week later, all my flesh disappears
Stretching taut, cling-film on bone
I'm getting better
Karen says I've reached my target weight
Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake
Problem is diet's not a big enough word
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view
I...wanna walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I...wanna walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Stomach collapsed at five
Lift up my skirt, my sex is gone
Naked and lovely and 5 stone 2
May I bud and never flower
My vision's getting blurred
But I can see my ribs and I feel fine
My hands are trembling stalks
And I can feel my breasts are sinking
Mother tries to choke me with roast beef
And sits savouring her sole ryvitta
That's the way you're built, my father said
But I can change, my cocoon shedding
I...wanna walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I...wanna walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat
All things I like looking at
Too weak to fuss, too weak to die
Choice is skeletal in everybody's life
I choose my choice, I starve to frenzy
Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tries
Legs bend, stockinged, I am twiggy
And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me
Self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore
I long since moved to a higher plateau
This disipline's so rare, so please applaud
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so
Yeah, 4 stone 7, an epilogue of youth
Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
I've finally come to understand life
Through staring blankly at my navel
08 Mausoleum (04:12)
Wherever you go I will be carcass
Whatever you see will be rotting flesh
Humanity recovered glittering etiquette
Answers her crimes with Mausoleum rent
Regained your self-control
And regained your self-esteem
And blind your success inspires
And analyse, despise and scrutinise
Never knowing what you hoped for
And safe and warm but life is so silent
For the victims who have no speech
In their shapeless guilty remorse
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Your meaning, your meaning
No birds - no birds
The sky is swollen black
No birds - no birds
Holy mass of dead insect
Come and walk down memory lane
No one sees a thing but they can pretend
Life eternal scorched grass and trees
For your love nature has haemorrhaged
Regained your self-control
And regained your self-esteem
And blind your success inspires
And analyse, despise and scrutinise
Never knowing what you hoped for
And safe and warm but life is so silent
For the victims who have no speech
In their shapeless guilty remorse
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Your meaning, your meaning
No birds - no birds
The sky is swollen black
No birds - no birds
Holy mass of dead insect
I wanted to rub the human face in its own vomit... and force it to look in the mirror
And life can be as important as death
But so mediocre when there's no air, no light and no hope
Prejudice burns brighter when it's all we have to burn
The world lances youth's lamb-like winter, winter
09 Faster (03:55)
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
holding you but I only miss these things when they leave
I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented
I am stronger than Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
a truth that washes that learnt how to spell
the first time you see yourself naked you cry
soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing
sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
shadows aren't clean, false mirrors, too many people awake
if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else
I am stronger than Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell
so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
10 This Is Yesterday (03:58)
Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent
The only way to gain approval
Is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me
And I stare at the sky
And it leaves me blind
I close my eyes
And this is yesterday
Someone somewhere soon will take care of you
I repent, I'm sorry, everything is falling apart
Houses as ruins and gardens as weeds
Why do anything when you can forget everything
And I stare at the sky
And it leaves me blind
I close my eyes
And this is yesterday
I stare at the sky
And it leaves me blind
I close my eyes
And this is yesterday
11 Die in the Summertime (03:05)
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out
I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal
Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene
See myself without ruining lines
Whole days throwing sticks into streams
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die
The hole in my life even stains the soil
My heart shrinks to barely a pulse
A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle
If you really care wash the feet of a beggar
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die
12 The Intense Humming of Evil (06:12)
You were what you were
Clean cut, unbecoming
Recreation for the masses
You always mistook fists for flowers
Welcome welcome soldier smiling
Funeral march for agony's last edge
6 million screaming souls
Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
Never counted - never mattered - never be
Arbeit macht frei
Transports of invalids
Hartheim Castle breathes us in
In block 5 we worship malaria
Lagerstrasse, poplar trees
Beauty lost, dignity gone
Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria
Welcome welcome soldier smiling
Soon infected, nails broken hunger's a word
6 million screaming souls
Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
Never counted - never mattered - never be
Drink it away, every tear is false
Churchill no different
Wish the workers bled to a machine
13 P.C.P. (03:55)
Lyrics by Richey James and Nicky Wire, music by James Dean Bradfield and Sean Moore
Teacher starve your child, P.C. approved
As long as the right words are used
Systemised atrocity ignored
As long as bi-lingual signs on view
Ten foot sign in Oxford Street
Be pure - be vigilant - behave
Grey not neon, grey not real
Life bleeds, death is your birthright
P.C. she speaks impotent, sterile, naive, blind, atheist, sadist, stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence, of her silence
PCP - a P.C. police victory
PCP - a P.C. phyrric victory
When I was young P.C. meant Police Constable
Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference
Liposuction for your bad mouth boy
Cut out your tongue, effigies are sold
Words discoloured, bow to the bland
Heal yourself with sinner's salt
Doctors arrested for euthanasia
Kill smokers through blind vanity
If you're fat don't get ill
Europe's gravestone carved in plastic
P.C. she says inoculate, hallucinate, beware Shakespeare, bring fresh air, king cigarette snuffed out by her midgets, by her midgets
PCP - a P.C. police victory
PCP - a P.C. pyrrhic victory
When I was young P.C. meant Police Constable
Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference
P.C. caresses bigots and big brother, read Leviticus, learnt censorship, pro-life equals anti-choice, to be scared of, of feathers
PCP - a P.C. police victory
PCP - a P.C. pyrrhic victory
When I was young P.C. meant Police Constable
Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference
Lawyers before love, surrogate sex
This land bows down to
Yours, unconditional love and hate
Pass the prozac, designer amnesiac
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"The Holy Bible is an endless tunnel with no way out, the forlorn and funereal lament of those who cannot win their personal battles while at the same time watching the world fall apart."
"His chilling blend of decadent poetry, nihilistic philosophy, and political polemic remains unmatched to this day."
