• Voto:
- GODEATGOD: Un titolo rassicurante, vero? Dio mangia Dio... vabbè, passiamo oltre. L’intro rende l'idea di come sarà questo cd ed è fatto molto bene.
- THE LOVE SONG: Bella canzone, con un Twiggy Ramirez (bassista) che appare più in forma che mai. Finalmente sento le urla che mi sono mancate a "Mechanical Animals".
- THE FIGHT SONG: Questa sì che è una signor canzone, porca miseria!!! Sarah Lee Lucas (batterista) fa qualcosa di magnifico, supportato da un ottimo chitarrista (John 5) e da una voce più brillante che mai di Marilyn Manson. La mia preferita.
- DISPOSABLE TEENS: L’inizio mi ha spaventato un po' (mi ricorda troppo il terrificante "Mechanical Animals"), ma il proseguo è migliore, molto migliore. Bella traccia.
- TARGET AUDIENCE: Azzeccato l’inizio della canzone, il resto è decente.
- PRESIDENT DEAD: Un titolo eloquente... il brano è bello, con un basso che va alla grande.
- IN THE SHADOW OF THE VALLEY OF THE DEATH: Nonostante la chitarra acustica (che mal digerisco), il brano risulta molto tranquillo e molto godibile. Una specie di pausa, diciamo.
- CRUCI-FICTION IN SPACE: Buona canzone, anche se il ritornello lascia molto a desiderare.
- A PLACE IN THE DIRT: Ottimo l’inizio, peccato anche qui per il ritornello poco eccitante. La precedente traccia e questo brano suonano bene assieme, tra l’altro.
- THE NOBODIES: Dedicata ai fans di Marilyn Manson, la canzone, grazie ad un altro splendido lavoro di Twiggy Ramirez ed all’eccellente voce del reverendo. La mia seconda traccia preferita.
- THE DEATH SONG: Canzone molto interessante, anche se la considero un po' troppo monotona.
- LAMB OF GOD: Canzone abbastanza tranquilla, che ha le stesse finalità della già citata IN THE SHADOW OF THE VALLEY OF DEATH (ovvero di un momento di tranquillità, una pausa). Almeno non c’è la chitarra acustica...
- BORN AGAIN: L’inizio ricorda un pò IRRESPOSABLE HATE ANTHEM del magnifico “Antichrist Superstar”, anche se il seguito è totalmente differente. Buona traccia.
- BURNING FLAG: Anche qua l’inizio mi ricorda una canzone dello stesso Manson, la bellissima THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE. E’ la canzone del disco che più assomiglia a quelle di “Antichrist Superstar” (tranne per la batteria, un po' diversa rispetto ai brani dell’album di Manson uscito nel 1996). Traccia molto buona.
- COMA BLACK: Non mi piace per niente. Mi ricorda troppo “Mechanical Animals”, e quell’album non è altro che una merda. Non si sente un filo di basso e Manson canta senza carattere. Il brano peggiore dell’intero disco.
- VALENTINE’S DAY: L’inizio è molto simile a THE LOVE SONG, anche se poi la canzone è brutta per lo stesso motivo della precedente canzone. Voce penosa e troppa elettronica.
- THE FALL OF ADAM: E qui ritorna quella schifosa chitarra acustica... perlomeno, nel ritornello, si sente Manson tornare ad urlare. La fine, dove c’è una mosca che vola e fa quel suo fastidio rumore, è figa... e si integra bene con la canzone successiva.
- KING KILL 33: Anche qua torna l’elettronica, anche se qui è azzeccata, molto azzeccata... finalmente sento il basso che pompa e le varie voci che si sentono nella traccia non fanno altro che rendere la canzone molto interessante...
- COUNT TO SIX AND DIE: La canzone finale del disco. Troppo melodica per i miei gusti.
HOLY WOOD. Dopo l’orrendo “Mechanical Animals” e il discreto live “The Last Tour On Earth”, arriva finalmente un buon lavoro del reverendo Manson. Non è prefetto come “Antichrist Superstar”, ma diciamo che è l’album che assomiglia di pù al lavoro del 1996. Alcuni brani spaccano davvero (THE FIGHT SONG su tutte), mentre altri lasciano un po' a desiderare... secondo me il reverendo dovrebbe smetterla ad usare questa elettronica, che ha già rovinato un album (indovinate quale...) e che avrebbe potuto rovinare “Holy Wood”. Ma, al contrario di “Mechanical Animals”, questa volta il cd è andato bene, molto bene... e si merita un buon voto.
E poi; tutto si può dire di Manson, tranne il fatto che lui sia un ottimo musicista.
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 Godeatgod (02:34)
Dear god do you want to tear your knuckles down
and hold yourself
Dear god can you climb up that tree
meat in the shape of a 'T'
Dear god the paper says you were the King
in the black limousine
Dear John and all the King's men
can't put you head together again
Before the bullets
before the flies
before authorities take out my eyes
the only smiling are you dolls that I made
but you are plastic and so are your brains
Dear god the sky is as blue
as a gunshot wound
Dear god if you were alive
then I would kill you.
Before the bullets
before the flies
before authorities take out my eyes
the only smiling are you dolls that I made
but you are plastic and so are your brains
03 The Fight Song (03:01)
Nothing suffocates you more than the passing of everyday human events
And isolation is the oxygen mask you make your children breath it to survive
I'm not a slave to a God that doesn't exist
I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
And when we were good
You just closed your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
You'll never grow up to be a big-rock-star-celebrated-victim-of-your-fame
They'll just cut our wrists like cheap coupons
And say that death was on sale today
And when we were good
You just closed your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
But I'm not a slave to a God that doesn't exist
I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of millions is just a statistic
But I'm not a slave to a God that doesn't exist
I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
But I'm not a slave to a God that doesn't exist
I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
04 Disposable Teens (03:04)
And I'm a black rainbow
And I'm an ape of God
I got a face that's made for violence and porn
And I'm a teen distortion, survived abortion
A rebel from the waist down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I wanna thank you mom
I wanna thank you dad
For bringing this fucking world to a bitter end
I never really hated the one true God
But the God of the people I hated
You said you wanted evolution
The ape was a great big hit
You said you want a revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
You said you wanted evolution
The ape was a great big hit
You said you want a revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The more that you fear us, the bigger we get
The more that you fear us, the bigger we get
And don't be surprised
And don't be surprised
And don't be surprised when you discover it!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You said you wanted evolution
The ape was a great big hit
You said you want a revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You said you wanted evolution
The ape was a great big hit
You said you want a revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
05 Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis) (04:22)
Am I sorry your sky went black,
put your knives in babies backs?
Am I sorry you killed the Kennedy's and Huxley too?
But I'm sorry Shakespeare
was your scapegoat
and your apples sticking into my throat
Sorry your Sunday smiles are rusty nails
and your crucifixion commercials failed
but I'm just a pitiful anonymous
And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
we all just sing their song
Am I sorry to be alive
putting my face in the beehive?
Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald, pinks and cocaine too?
I'm sorry you never check
the bag in my head for a bomb
and my halo was a needle hole
I'm sorry I saw a priest being beaten
and I made a wish
but I'm just a pitiful anonymous
And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
we all just sing their song
And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
we all just sing their song
we all just sing their song
we all just sing their song
"the valley of death we are free
your father's your prison you see"
And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
we all just sing their song
you're just a copy of an imitation
you're just a copy of an imitation
("The president is dead. Let us pray.")
08 Cruci-Fiction in Space (04:56)
this is evolution
the monkey
the man
and then the gun
if Christ was in Texas
the hammer
the sickle
the only son
this is your creation
the atom of Eden
was a bomb
if Jack was the Baptist
we'd drink wine
from his head
this is evolution
the monkey
the man
and then the gun
I am a revolution
pull my knuckles down
if I could
I am a revelation
and I'm nailed
to the Holy Wood
this is evolution
the monkey
the man
and then the gun
we are dead and tomorrow's canceled
because of things we did yesterday
we are dead and tomorrow's canceled
they crucify us in our space
in our space
in our space
this is evolution
the monkey
the man
and then the gun
flies are waiting
09 A Place in the Dirt (03:37)
We are damned and we are dead
all god's children to be sent
to our perfect place in the sun
and in the dirt
There's a windshield in my heart
we are bugs so smeared and scarred
and could you stop the meat from thinking
before I swallow all of it,
could you please?
Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
dress me up and take me
dress me up and make me
your dying god
angels with needles
poked through our eyes
let the ugly light
of the world in
we were no longer blind
we were no longer blind
Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
dress me up and take me
dress me up and make me
your dying god
Now we hold the "ugly head"
the Mary-whore is at the bed
They've cast the shadow of our perfect death
in the sun and in the dirt.
10 The Nobodies (03:34)
Today I am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow I'll know that I'm just dirt
Today I am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow I'll know that I'm just dirt
We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are
We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are
Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt
Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt
We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are
We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are
Some children died the other day
We fed machines and then we prayed
Puked up and down in morbid faith
You should have seen the ratings that day
Some children died the other day
We fed machines and then we prayed
Puked up and down in morbid faith
You should have seen the ratings that day
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
We are the nobodies (Na, na, na, na, na)
Wanna be somebodies (Na, na, na, na, na)
When we're dead (Na, na, na, na, na)
They'll know just who we are (Na, na, na, na, na)
We are the nobodies (Na, na, na, na, na)
Wanna be somebodies (Na, na, na, na, na)
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are
We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are
13 Born Again (03:23)
Do you or don't you want this to be your song?
It doesn't take a rebel to sing along.
This art is weak
in its pretty frame
and I am a monkey with
a misspelled name
"I'll put down you disco
and take you heart away.
I'll put down you disco
and take your heart away"
I am born again
I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you
I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you
do you or don't you want to take this hit?
Does it make you feel like you're a part of "it."
"I'll put down you disco
and take you heart away.
I'll put down you disco
and take your heart away"
I am born again
I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you
I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you
the valley of the dolls is
the valley of the dead
the valley of the dolls is
the valley of the dead
(CHORUS)
I am born again
14 Burning Flag (03:23)
They want to sell it out
buy it up
dumb it down
a good god is hard to find
I'll join the crowd that
wants to see me dead
right now I feel I belong
for the first time
multiply your death
divide by sex
add up the violence and
what do you get?
We are all just stars and we're waiting
we are all just scarred and we're hating
we are all just stars on your burning flag
you can point your gun at me
and hope it will go away
but if god was alive,
he would hate you anyway
my right wing is flapping
the left one is gray
let's hear it for the kids but
nothing they say
they gyrate and G-rate
on Election Day
we got out ABC's and our F U C K
multiply your death
divide by sex
add up the violence and
what do you get?
We are all just stars and we're waiting
we are all just scarred and we're hating
we are all just stars on your burning flag
you can point your gun at me
and hope it will go away
but if god was alive,
he would hate you anyway
We are all just stars and we're waiting
we are all just scarred and we're hating
we are all just stars on your burning flag
stars on your burning flag (x6)
17 The Fall of Adam (02:34)
The Abraham Lincoln town cars
arrive to dispose of our king and queen
they orchestrated dramatic new scenes
for Celebritarian needs
When one world ends
something else begins
but without a scream
just a whisper because we
just start it over again
Do you love your guns?
Your god and your government?
Let me hear you
Hey
Do you love your guns?
Do you love your god and your government?
Let me hear you goddamn it
Hey
Do you love your guns?
And your god and your government?
Let me hear you
Hey
Your mother?
And your father?
And your baby?
Goddamn it let me hear you
Hey
Do you love your guns?
I want your mothers and your fathers
To hear you say it
Hey
Every single one of you motherfuckers
Let me hear it from you
Hey
Do you love your guns?
And your god and your government?
Hey
I wanna hear it from everyone
I wanna hear you say you want a gun
Let me hear it
Hey
18 King Kill 33° (02:18)
Is this what you wanted?
This is what you get.
Turned all your lives into this shit.
You never accepted or treated me fair
blame me for what I believe
and I wear.
You fucked yourselves and you
raised these sheep
the blue and the withered seeds
you will reap.
You never gave me a chance to be me
Or even a fucking chance just to be.
But I have to show you that
you played a role
and I will destroy you with one simple hole.
The world that hates me has taken its toll
but now I have finally taken control.
You wanted so bad to make me this thing
and I want you now to just kill the king
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
this is what you deserve
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
this is what you deserve
King Kill 33
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
this is what you deserve
King Kill 33
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
this is what you deserve
King Kill 33
King Kill 33
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Altre recensioni
Di CoolOras
Holy Wood è un disco oscuro, cupo, rabbioso, con atmosfere stile gotico che va ascoltato con molta attenzione prima di essere giudicato.
Marilyn Manson usa questa storia come pretesto per criticare la società odierna, la religione e la politica.
Di Andy999
"Viva il 'Grande Fratello', che in questo caso siamo noi, abbasso la libertà di pensiero da considerarsi un vero e proprio 'Psicoreato'".
"La morte di uno è una tragedia, la morte di milioni è solo una statistica".
Di MiseryMachine
È un album invecchiato benissimo, è ancora attuale, anzi forse più attuale ora di quanto non lo fosse ai tempi.
Si ritrae una visione amara e impietosa dell’America dello zio Sam dove la violenza è insita nel suo DNA.
