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Let me start this review by stating a cliché: you either love or hate the present Marilyn Manson.
Indeed, although the reverend has stopped frightening and disturbing our consciences for some years now, one cannot deny his power to channel everyone's attention, from the most frivolous media to the most illustrious musical experts. As for the initial statement, I side with the first faction (though with some distinctions) since the mix between hard-rock/metal and industrial offered here has always attracted me for its catchiness and immediacy; moreover, I believe that the person in question possesses a vocal timbre and a singing style absolutely fascinating, not to mention his ability to curate his image, creating and shaping it at will, to sell it like only that musical streetwalker Madonna knows how to do. In short, a true one-man band, something that has incidentally led him to clear out collaborators of all sorts (Twiggy Ramirez teaches...).
The album in question is the live one that was released in 1999 following the "Mechanical Animals Tour" and "Rock Is Dead Tour" and it delivers a band in great shape which, on one hand, begins heavily courting show-biz (especially the very commercial "I Don't Like The Drugs, But The Drugs Like Me"), while on the other hand, remains firmly tied to its not exactly mainstream beginnings (for example, the inevitable "Get Your Gunn"): for this writer, the best moment in Marilyn Manson's career.
In the 70 minutes of music offered, the entire discography up to that point of the band is revisited: from the early raw stages of "Lunchbox", passing through various classics such as "Rock Is Dead", "The Dope Show" and the ultra-famous "The Beautiful People" and "Sweet Dreams", ending with the semi-acoustic "The Last Day On Earth".
All the songs are interpreted flawlessly and manage to perfectly render the impact achieved live, thanks also to the quality of the sounds, yes, clean and tidy, but not for this reason sycophantic or excessively artificial. Yes, probably it's the live dimension that truly does justice to Marilyn Manson's music: whether because the famous frontman is what one would call a true stage animal, or because songs like "Antichrist Superstar" seem written precisely to be played in front of an adoring crowd.
In short, an album I absolutely recommend listening to if you are among those who appreciate the reverend's musical offering, while if you find yourself on the other side of the river, then most likely "The Last Tour On Earth" won't change your mind.
But it's known (and thus I conclude the same way I began, with a cliché!), tastes are tastes.
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 The Reflecting God (05:34)
Your world is an ashtray!
We burn and coil like cigarettes,
The more you cry your ashes turn to mud......
The nature of the leeches! The virgin's feeling cheated!
You've only spent a second of your life.....
My world is unaffected, there is an exit here,
I say it is and it's true.......
There is a dream inside a dream,
I'm wide awake the more I sleep,
You'll understand when I'm dead.......
I went to God just to see.....
and I was looking at me....
Saw heaven and hell were lies.....
When I'm God everyone-
-DIES! SCAR CAN YOU FEEL MY POWER?!
SHOOT, HERE AND THE WORLD GETS SMALLER!
SCAR, SCAR CAN YOU FEEL MY POWER?!
ONE, SHOT AND THE WORLD GETS SMALLER!
Let's jump upon the sharp swords,
Cut away our smiles
Without the threat of death
There's no reason to live, at all,
My world is unaffected, there is an exit here,
I say it is and it's true....
There is a dream inside a dream,
I'm wide awake the more I sleep,
You'll understand when I'm dead......
I went to God just to see....
and I was looking at me...
Saw heaven and hell were lies....
When I'm God everyone-
-DIES! SCAR CAN YOU FEEL MY POWER?!
SHOOT, HERE AND THE WORLD GETS SMALLER!
SCAR, SCAR CAN YOU FEEL MY POWER?!
ONE, SHOT AND THE WORLD GETS SMALLER!
SCAR, SCAR CAN YOU FEEL MY POWER?!
SHOOT, HERE AND THE WORLD GETS SMALLER!
SHOOT, SHOOT, SHOOT MOTHERFUCKER!
SHOOT, SHOOT, SHOOT MOTHERFUCKER......
Each thing I show you is a piece of my death!
No salvation, no forgiveness, (repeated)
(This is beyond your experience.....)
No salvation, no forgiveness, ("FORGIVENESS!" x 7)
No salvation, no forgiveness....
(applause)
(acoustic guitar)
I went to God just to see.....
and I was looking at me...
Saw heaven and hell were lies.....
When I'm God everyone-(exit acoustic guitar)
-DIES! SCAR CAN YOU FEEL MY POWER?!
SHOOT, HERE AND THE WORLD GETS SMALLER!
SCAR, SCAR CAN YOU FEEL MY POWER?!
SHOOT, HERE AND THE WORLD GETS SMALLER!
SCAR, SCAR CAN YOU FEEL MY POWER?!
SHOOT, HERE AND THE WORLD GETS SMALLER!
SCAR, SCAR CAN YOU FEEL MY POWER?!
ONE, SHOT AND THE WORLD GETS SMALLER!
SHOOT, SHOOT, SHOOT MOTHERFUCKER!
SHOOT, SHOOT, SHOOT MOTHERFUCKER!
SHOOT, SHOOT, SHOOT MOTHERFUCKER!
SHOOT, SHOOT, SHOOT MOTHERFUCKER!
04 Get Your Gunn (03:39)
Goddamn your righteous hand
I eat innocent meat
The housewife I will beat
The prolife I will kill
What you won't do I will
I bash myself to sleep
What you sow I will reap
I scar myself you see
I wish I wasn't me
I am the little stick
You stir me into shit
I hate therefore I am
Goddamn your righteous hand
Goddamn ooh Lord, Goddamn ooh Lord
Goddamn ooh Lord, Goddamn ooh Lord
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your Selective judgements and good guy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
I throw a little fit
I slit my teenage wrist
The most that I can learn
Is in records that you burn
Get your gunn, get your gunn
Get your gunn, get your gunn
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements and good guy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements and good guy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
I am the VHS
Record me with your fist
You want me to save the world
I'm just a little girl
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements and good guy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements and good guy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
Get your gunn, get your gunn
Get your gunn, get your gunn...Get
06 Rock Is Dead (03:22)
All simple monkeys with alien babies
Amphetamines for boys
Crucifixes for ladies
Sampled and soulless
Worldwide and real webbed
You sell all the living
For more safer dead
Anything to belong
Anything to belong
Rock - Is deader than dead
Shock - Is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them to bed
God is in the TV
Rock! La, la, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la
One thousand mothers are praying for it
We're so full of hope
And so full of shit
Build a new God
To medicate and to ape
Sell us Ersatz
Dressed up and real fake
Anything to belong
Anything to belong
Rock - Is deader than dead
Shock - Is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them to bed
God is in the TV
Rock! La, la, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Rock - Is deader than dead
Shock - Is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them to bed
Rock (Rock) - Is deader than dead
Shock (Shock) - Is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them to bed
07 The Dope Show (03:59)
The drugs they say
To 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
There's no love for tomorrow
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
There's lots 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
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not, then they love another
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?
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not, then they love another
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not, then they love another
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
Go blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
08 Lunchbox (08:38)
Bring me down
On we plow
The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest
Try to tell me, tell me he's the best
But I don't really give a good goddamn 'cause
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I wanna grow up
I wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up
I wanna be
So no one fucks with me
I got my pencils in my pocket, try to put me down
Wanna go out, gotta get out to the playground
Gonna throw down at the playground
I wanna go out
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker
Pow, pow, pow
Pow, pow, pow
Pow, pow, pow
Pow, pow, pow
I wanna grow up
I wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up
I wanna be
So no one fucks with me
Yeah
I wanna grow up
I wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up
I wanna be
So no one fucks with me
I wanna grow up
I wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up
I wanna be
So no one fucks with me
10 Antichrist Superstar (05:18)
You built me up with your wishing hell
I didn't have to sell you
You threw your money in the pissing well
You do just what they tell you
REPENT, that's what I'm talking about
I shed the skin to feed the fake
REPENT, that's what I'm talking about
Whose mistake am I anyway?
Cut the head off
Grows back hard
I am the hydra
Now you'll see your star
Prick your finger it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
Angel has spread his wings
The time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
Angel has spread his wings
The time has come to..
REPENT
I shed the skin to feed the fake
REPENT, that's what he's talking about
Whose mistake am I anyway?
Cut the head off
Grows back hard
I am the hydra
Now you'll see your star
The time has come it is quite clear
Our antichrist is almost here (x3)
Cut the head off
Grows back hard
I am the hydra
Now you'll see your star
halliluyah! halliluyah mother fucker!
11 The Beautiful People (04:32)
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
And you can't smell your own shit on your knees
There's no time to discriminate
Hate every motherf-ker that's in your way
Hey, you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey, you, are you trying to be mean?
When you live with apes, man, it's hard to be clean
The worms will live in every host
It's hard to tell which one they hate the most
The horrible people, the horrible people
It's all anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way
Old-fashioned fascism
Will take it away
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
When you live with apes, man, it's hard to be clean
There's no time to discriminate
Hate every motherf-ker that's in your way
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
Hey, you, what do you see?
Something beautiful and something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
When you live with apes, man, it's hard to be clean
Hey, you, what do you see?
Something beautiful and something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
When you live with apes, man, it's hard to be clean
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
12 Irresponsible Hate Anthem (04:43)
I am so all-american, I'd sell you suicide
I am totalitarian, I've got abortions in my eyes
I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper
I am the animal, who will not be himself
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Hey victim, should I black your eyes again?
Hey victim, you were the one who put the stick in my hand
I am the ism, my hate's a prism
Let's just kill everyone and let your God sort them out
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Everybody's someone else's nigger
I know you are so am I
I wasn't born with enough middle fingers
I don't need to chose a side
I better, better, better, better not say this
Better, better, better, better not tell
better, better, better, better not say this
Better, better, better, better not tell
I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper
I am the idiot who will not be himself
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Everybody's someone else's nigger
I know you are so am I
I wasn't born with enough middle fingers
I don't need to chose a side
American, I cannot see anything
American, I cannot see anything
American, I cannot see anything
(?)
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Everybody's someone else's nigger
I know you are so am I
I wasn't born with enough middle fingers
I don't need to chose a side
14 Astonishing Panorama of the Endtimes (03:59)
The boy's got a head like an atom bomb
Hang him from a cross like the number one son
And he's been waiting so long
To get it on
The boy's 15 but he's 16 gauge
Wants to break out from his Jesus cage
He's already torn out the last page
It's the 'latest rage'
(Chorus x2)
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need
Kill your God, kill your God
Kill your TV
The boy's purified by the quitter gods
Burning up his cross like a revelation (revelation)
And his glass jaw opens
Like a puppet head
(Chorus x2)
This is what you should fear
You are what you should fear
(x7)
(Chorus)
Kill your God
Kill your TV
(x4)
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