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Artist:Unknown Danny Elfman
Title: UnknownThe Piano Duet
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another version of Tim’s Hallelujahyes please!

Son of a bitch, he stole my line.

you always have the one song you have to get back to again and again…

Henry Rollins: What do you hope to be your lasting significance? 

Marilyn Manson: I’ve always thought about that and the easy answer was always, “As long as I’m remembered,” but that’s not really what I believe at the end of the day. As a writer, whether I’m writing songs or writing books or even saying what I believe in a painting, whatever, I just want to be thought of as someone who took the time and risked what they stand for, risked their lives to put that out into the world. Someone who ultimately was an artist. I’d like to actually be able to…I don’t feel uncomfortable saying that, but I remember growing up, saying you’re an artist it sounds pretentious but now it’s one of the only dignified things that you can call yourself.

I’ve never seen this interview before, it’s with Henry Rollins from 2007. You can watch it here. Here’s something about the massacre they’re talking about as I had to look it up.

We need more people like him. Seriously. (Also his voice! ungh.)

I have done it again.

One year in every ten

I manage it—

A sort of walking miracle, my skin

Bright as a Nazi lampshade,

My right foot

A paperweight,

My face a featureless, fine

Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin

O my enemy.

Do I terrify?—

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?

The sour breath

Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh

The grave cave ate will be

At home on me

And I a smiling woman.

I am only thirty.

And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.

What a trash

To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.

The peanut-crunching crowd

Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot—

The big strip tease.

Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands

My knees.

I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.

The first time it happened I was ten.

It was an accident.

The second time I meant

To last it out and not come back at all.

I rocked shut

As a seashell.

They had to call and call

And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying

Is an art, like everything else.

I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.

I do it so it feels real.

I guess you could say I’ve a call.

It’s easy enough to do it in a cell.

It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.

It’s the theatrical

Comeback in broad day

To the same place, the same face, the same brute

Amused shout:

'A miracle!'

That knocks me out.

There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge

For the hearing of my heart—

It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge

For a word or a touch

Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.

So, so, Herr Doktor.

So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,

I am your valuable,

The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.

I turn and burn.

Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash—

You poke and stir.

Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—

A cake of soap, 

A wedding ring,

A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer

Beware

Beware.

Out of the ash

I rise with my red hair

And I eat men like air.

(Lady Lazarus - Sylvia Plath)

theanglophile-speaks:

the—engineer:

birdbrainblue:

castleoflions:

bitch-pudding:

milesjai:

OH MY GOD. YOU ALL NEED TO WATCH THIS.

SHIT

I’M

WHEEZING 

OHMYGODIAMFUCKINGDYING. THAT WAS AMAZING.

OH MY GOD.

OH MY GOD.

HOW DID I NOT SEE IT. HOLY SHIT.

well played, well played

Kyle: Look! Look at it!!! That’s Rachael! And that’s a fucking dirty Jesus looking motherfucker, and they’re kissing! I did it! I FUCKING NAILED YOU!!! I’ve hated you for months! And now I have evidence that you suck as a person!

If you eat it, you’ll turn into one of them.

You go red, you start spouting bigotry and eating tweed with lamb fat dribbling down your chin.


Dylan Moran on the country. (Like Totally, 2006)