MARILYN MANSON IS A GOOD POET
Marilyn Manson is working on a new album, and has now posted a twenty-six second teaser of a new song, for the five of us who still care. (And the last eight seconds are just screechy white noise, and there’s frequent static interruptions throughout the track, so it’s not even really a full twenty-six seconds of music.) My premature judgment of this teeny weensy lil’ clip is that Manson is trying to find some compromise between his Antichrist Superstar sound and his The High End of the Low sound, which is fine except for the The High End of the Low sound part. I’m one of the last self-admitted Manson fans in the world, and I thought that shit was unlistenable garbage.
Manson has also posted a statement about the clip and the song it contains over at his newly re-designed official website, and, as is so often the case with The Artist Formerly Known as Popular, it is a coherent, illuminating, and unpretentious.
No, I’m totally kidding you guys, it’s a fucking mess.
I sat down to try and make fun of how nonsensical it all is, as I’m prone to do, but there isn’t even anything to make fun. It’s just… words pushed together. It’s not even hilariously stupid the way a Fred Durst lyric would be so much as it’s just affected junior high school poetry. Manson loves to make evil-sounding-but-still-laughably-bad puns, speak as though he were a goth fortune cookie, and then pretend that that makes him profound. In some alternate universe where he never realized he could profit from adolescent angst, Brian Warner is the Midwestern United States’ #1 writer of Hallmark cards.
Here’s the statement/poem/whatever the fuck this is:
Rapeture:
Christianity
Manufactures
Yesterdays
Killers
Brave Now World. Don’t ever believe what you read, especially if you are illiterate. Art will be the burning churches, burning beds, burning witches, burning bridges, burning Cadillacs, burning forests, burning flags, and the burning human remains that are the evidence of the burned books, filled with stories of our razor and rope burns.
But we will not be the ashes. We will not be cremated, we will cauterize our wounds. We never wanted our wings anyway.
We are more than the flightless creatures, that are always expected to rise from the bonfire. These are barbecues for trembling, idiot arsons who pretend to be America’s Vatican in whatever ‘ism’ is easiest to swallow. After the horrid blowing jobs, they expect us to fight against each other to obtain the security of willing slaves.
We do not walk among them. I am among no one.
Marilyn Manson
So we could sit here and analyze that to death or we could all remember that deep down Marilyn Manson is still just a geeky D&D kid who wants everyone to know how smart he is and how tortured he is and move on with our lives.
Side note: It’s funny how the frat boy date rapists of the world express their displeasure with life by wearing sideways straight brim hats and writing music and lyrics that show all the sophistication of a blowjob from a ฿300 Bangkok hooker, while the introverted pimple-faced sensitive kids express their displeasure with life by wearing make-up and writing terrible poetry about fallen angels.
-AR
