Now, here is a guilty pleasure song of mine.
Each word drips off my tongue like drops of wine. Spilled out, slowly, slower, slower. I fancy it in ways I have not yet discovered within myself. Itching beneath the surface. Pumping, thumping, rising, rising, rising, rising I said. I can see it clearly in my mind.
This song, this album. Oh my god, this album is my favourite album of any other album of any artist. What is it that is sex to me about this song? My soul fires up. My emotions. Everything wakes up. A side I do not recognize, yet am so familiar with.
The rhythm of the song rocks gentle in my mind. I am close to the beats, the lyrics, the rhythm, the music. The heart, lungs, kidneys within this body.
All our monkeys have monkeys
we drive our deathcrush diamond Jaguar Limosines
We’re not fantastic motherfuckers, but we play them on TV
It’s a dirty word Reich, say what you like
It’s a dirty word Reich, say what you like
We’re the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
We’re the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
The devils are girls with Van Gogh’s missing ear
You say what you want but filth is all that they hear
I’ve got the jigger to make all you bigger
Ladies und gentlemen
So drop your pissroom mate, and make sure you’re not late
You tramps and lunatics
Here’s a trick that’s gonna make you click
We’re the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
We’re the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
It’s a dirty word Reich, say what you like
It’s a dirty word Reich, say what you like
So my Bon Mots, Hit-boy Tommy Irons, Rowdy rowdies, Honey-fingered Goodbye Dolls
Hellzapoppin, open your third nostril
Put on your black face, and your god is gone
We’re the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
We’re the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
We sing la la, la la, la la lah
We sing la la, la la, lah
La la, la la, la la, lah
We sing la la, la la, la la lah
The Golden Age of Grotesque – Marilyn Manson