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(mentira)</itunes:summary><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.newsgator.com/ngs/subscriber/subext.aspx?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fmansonear" src="http://www.newsgator.com/images/ngsub1.gif">Subscribe with NewsGator</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://feeds.feedburner.com/mansonear" src="http://www.bloglines.com/images/sub_modern11.gif">Subscribe with Bloglines</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.netvibes.com/subscribe.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fmansonear" src="http://www.netvibes.com/img/add2netvibes.gif">Subscribe with Netvibes</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fmansonear" src="http://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif">Subscribe with Google</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://add.my.yahoo.com/content?lg=es&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fmansonear" src="http://eur.i1.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/i/es/my/addto1.gif">Subscribe with My Yahoo!</feedburner:feedFlare><item><title>Putting Holes In Happiness (La Puesta de Agujeros en la Felicidad)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/7XELQ1ACDmE/putting-holes-in-happiness-la-puesta-de.html</link><category>Eat Me Drink Me</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 02:54:18 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-7906626648850655481</guid><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s_g0YrjOPW4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="290" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;La Puesta de Agujeros en la Felicidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;El cielo era rubio como ella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Este era un día para llevar al niño fuera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a espaldas y pegarle un tiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo podría haber enterrado todo mi muerte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;encima de su cabeza de cementerio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ella tenía la sucia palabra brujería &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo estaba en el profundo fin de su piel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Entonces, esto pareció a una ruina de coche &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pero yo sabía que esto era una tragedia horrible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Modos de hacer la diminuta satisfacción de desaparecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Apagar las velas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sobre todo mi Frankenstein &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Al menos mi deseo de muerte se realizará &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sabes como la tarjeta del día de San Valentín y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nosotros lloramos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;te pareces a un cumpleaños &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo debería haber escogido la fotografía &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Esto duró más que tú &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;La Puesta de Agujeros en la Felicidad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pintaremos el futuro negro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Si necesita algún color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mi pena de muerte es una historia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que se cavará cuando finalmente me dejes morir? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;El Romance de nuestro asesinato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Si eres Bonnie, yo seré tu Clyde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pero la hierba es más verde aquí y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;puedo ver todos tus serpientes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Te llevas tus ruinas bien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;por favor se escapan conmigo hacia al infierno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Apagar las velas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sobre todo mi Frankenstein &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Al menos mi deseo de muerte se realizará &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sabes como la tarjeta del día de San Valentín y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nosotros lloramos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;te pareces a un Cumpleaños &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yo debería haber escogido la fotografía &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Esto duró más que tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RslCI-moVrI/AAAAAAAABYg/YesOz-hSa9w/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100680774985209522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RslCI-moVrI/AAAAAAAABYg/YesOz-hSa9w/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Putting Holes In Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sky was blonde Like her&lt;br /&gt;It was a Day to take the child out&lt;br /&gt;back and shoot it&lt;br /&gt;I Could have buried all my dead&lt;br /&gt;up in her cemetery head&lt;br /&gt;She had dirty word witchcraft&lt;br /&gt;I was in the deep end of her skin&lt;br /&gt;Then, it seemed like a one car car wreck&lt;br /&gt;but I knew it was a horrid tragedy&lt;br /&gt;Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow out the Candles&lt;br /&gt;on all my Frankensteins&lt;br /&gt;At least my death wish will come true&lt;br /&gt;You taste like Valentine's and&lt;br /&gt;we cry,&lt;br /&gt;you're like a Birthday&lt;br /&gt;I should have picked the photograph&lt;br /&gt;It lasted longer than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting Holes in Happiness&lt;br /&gt;We'll paint the future black&lt;br /&gt;If it needs any color&lt;br /&gt;My death sentence is a story&lt;br /&gt;who'll be digging when you finally Let me die?&lt;br /&gt;The Romance of our assassination&lt;br /&gt;If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde&lt;br /&gt;But the grass is greener here and&lt;br /&gt;I can see all of your snakes&lt;br /&gt;You wear your ruins well&lt;br /&gt;please run away with me to Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow out the Candles&lt;br /&gt;on all my Frankensteins&lt;br /&gt;At least my death wish will come true&lt;br /&gt;You taste like Valentine's and we cry,&lt;br /&gt;you're like a Birthday&lt;br /&gt;I should have picked the photograph&lt;br /&gt;It lasted longer than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RslCJOmoVsI/AAAAAAAABYo/pg0f8YGkZ8A/s1600-h/47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100680779280176834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 376px; cursor: pointer; height: 247px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RslCJOmoVsI/AAAAAAAABYo/pg0f8YGkZ8A/s320/47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-7906626648850655481?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-10T08:54:18.895-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RslCI-moVrI/AAAAAAAABYg/YesOz-hSa9w/s72-c/20.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/s_g0YrjOPW4" length="1033" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/s_g0YrjOPW4" fileSize="1033" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> La Puesta de Agujeros en la Felicidad El cielo era rubio como ella Este era un día para llevar al niño fuera a espaldas y pegarle un tiro Yo podría haber enterrado todo mi muerte encima de su cabeza de cementerio Ella tenía la sucia palabra brujería Yo e</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</itunes:author><itunes:summary> La Puesta de Agujeros en la Felicidad El cielo era rubio como ella Este era un día para llevar al niño fuera a espaldas y pegarle un tiro Yo podría haber enterrado todo mi muerte encima de su cabeza de cementerio Ella tenía la sucia palabra brujería Yo estaba en el profundo fin de su piel Entonces, esto pareció a una ruina de coche pero yo sabía que esto era una tragedia horrible Modos de hacer la diminuta satisfacción de desaparecer Apagar las velas sobre todo mi Frankenstein Al menos mi deseo de muerte se realizará Sabes como la tarjeta del día de San Valentín y nosotros lloramos, te pareces a un cumpleaños Yo debería haber escogido la fotografía Esto duró más que tú La Puesta de Agujeros en la Felicidad pintaremos el futuro negro Si necesita algún color Mi pena de muerte es una historia Que se cavará cuando finalmente me dejes morir? El Romance de nuestro asesinato Si eres Bonnie, yo seré tu Clyde Pero la hierba es más verde aquí y puedo ver todos tus serpientes Te llevas tus ruinas bien por favor se escapan conmigo hacia al infierno Apagar las velas sobre todo mi Frankenstein Al menos mi deseo de muerte se realizará Sabes como la tarjeta del día de San Valentín y nosotros lloramos, te pareces a un Cumpleaños yo debería haber escogido la fotografía Esto duró más que tú Putting Holes In Happiness The Sky was blonde Like her It was a Day to take the child out back and shoot it I Could have buried all my dead up in her cemetery head She had dirty word witchcraft I was in the deep end of her skin Then, it seemed like a one car car wreck but I knew it was a horrid tragedy Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear Blow out the Candles on all my Frankensteins At least my death wish will come true You taste like Valentine's and we cry, you're like a Birthday I should have picked the photograph It lasted longer than you Putting Holes in Happiness We'll paint the future black If it needs any color My death sentence is a story who'll be digging when you finally Let me die? The Romance of our assassination If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde But the grass is greener here and I can see all of your snakes You wear your ruins well please run away with me to Hell Blow out the Candles on all my Frankensteins At least my death wish will come true You taste like Valentine's and we cry, you're like a Birthday I should have picked the photograph It lasted longer than you </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Eat Me Drink Me</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2007/08/putting-holes-in-happiness-la-puesta-de.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Heart - Shaped Glasses (Vidrios con Forma de Corazón)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/T2pqR3yrmRc/heart-shaped-glasses-vidrios-con-forma.html</link><category>Eat Me Drink Me</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 02:54:19 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-494488907921660432</guid><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IsKF0BuxbKo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IsKF0BuxbKo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="290" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vidrios con Forma de Corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ella me recuerda a la unica del colegio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuando yo estaba cortado y ella vestida de blanco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y que no podia quitarle los ojos de encima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pero eso no fue lo que  tomé de esa noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y ella nunca disimulará lo que hicimos, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ella dijo, "besame, te curará pero no te hará olvidar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No me importa si me atajas con agujas y alfileres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Si pudiese clavarme a ti y tu a mi, también&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No rompas, no rompas mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y yo no romperé tu vidrios con forma de corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pequeña niña, pequeña niña deberías cerrar los ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Esta tristeza me está llevando alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No rompas, no rompas mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y yo no romperé tu vidrios con forma de corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pequeña niña, pequeña niña deberías cerrar los ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Esta tristeza me está llevando alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Haciendo bajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Esta tristeza me está llevando alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Haciendo bajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ella me recuerda a la única que corto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;las partes negativas de mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No quiero quitar mis manos de ella,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ella no me quiere dejar en ningun lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Excepto adentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No me importa si me atajas con agujas y alfileres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Si pudiese clavarme a ti y tu a mi, también&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Solo no rompas, no rompas mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y yo no romperé tu vidrios con forma de corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pequeña niña, pequeña niña deberías cerrar los ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Esta tristeza me está llevando alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Haciendo bajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Esta tristeza me está llevando alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Haciendo bajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y ella nunca disimulará lo que hicimos, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ella dijo, "besame, te curará pero no te hará olvidar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No me importa si me atajas con agujas y alfileres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Si pudiese clavarme a ti y tu a mi, también&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No rompas, no rompas mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y yo no romperé tu vidrios con forma de corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pequeña niña, pequeña niña deberías cerrar los ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Esta tristeza me está llevando alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No rompas, no rompas mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y yo no romperé tu vidrios con forma de corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pequeña niña, pequeña niña deberías cerrar los ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Esta tristeza me está llevando alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Haciendo bajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Esta tristeza me está llevando alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Haciendo bajo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RspV8OmoVtI/AAAAAAAABYw/XDKqwbnYaK4/s1600-h/heartshapedglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RspV8OmoVtI/AAAAAAAABYw/XDKqwbnYaK4/s320/heartshapedglasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100984021151143634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heart Shaped Glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She reminds me of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the one in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when I was cutting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she was dressed in white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and I couldn't take my eyes off her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but that's not what I took off that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And she'll never cover up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what we did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;with a dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"kiss me, it will heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but it won't forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kiss me, it will heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but it won't forget."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I don't mind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;keeping me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;on pins and needles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I could stick to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stick me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't break, don't break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and I won't break your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart-shaped glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Little girl, little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you should close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That blue is getting me high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;making me low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That blue is getting me high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;making me low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That blue is getting me high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;making me low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She reminds of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the one I knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that cut up the negatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I couldn't take my hands off her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she wouldn't let me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anywhere but inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I don't mind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;keeping me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;on pins and needles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I could stick to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stick me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;don't break, don't break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and I won't break your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart-shaped glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Little girl, little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you should close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That blue is getting me high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;making me low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And she'll never cover up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what we did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;with a dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"kiss me, it will heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but it won't forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kiss me, it will heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but it won't forget."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I don't mind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;keeping me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;on pins and needles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I could stick to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stick me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't break, don't break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and I won't break your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart-shaped glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Little girl, little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you should close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That blue is getting me high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;making me low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RspW0-moVuI/AAAAAAAABY4/Lt-tT9BvAZY/s1600-h/43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RspW0-moVuI/AAAAAAAABY4/Lt-tT9BvAZY/s320/43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100984996108719842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-494488907921660432?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-10T08:54:19.316-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RspV8OmoVtI/AAAAAAAABYw/XDKqwbnYaK4/s72-c/heartshapedglasses.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/IsKF0BuxbKo" length="1045" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/IsKF0BuxbKo" fileSize="1045" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Vidrios con Forma de Corazón Ella me recuerda a la unica del colegio Cuando yo estaba cortado y ella vestida de blanco Y que no podia quitarle los ojos de encima Pero eso no fue lo que tomé de esa noche Y ella nunca disimulará lo que hicimos, no Ella dijo</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</itunes:author><itunes:summary>Vidrios con Forma de Corazón Ella me recuerda a la unica del colegio Cuando yo estaba cortado y ella vestida de blanco Y que no podia quitarle los ojos de encima Pero eso no fue lo que tomé de esa noche Y ella nunca disimulará lo que hicimos, no Ella dijo, "besame, te curará pero no te hará olvidar" No me importa si me atajas con agujas y alfileres Si pudiese clavarme a ti y tu a mi, también No rompas, no rompas mi corazón Y yo no romperé tu vidrios con forma de corazón Pequeña niña, pequeña niña deberías cerrar los ojos Esta tristeza me está llevando alto No rompas, no rompas mi corazón Y yo no romperé tu vidrios con forma de corazón Pequeña niña, pequeña niña deberías cerrar los ojos Esta tristeza me está llevando alto Haciendo bajo Esta tristeza me está llevando alto Haciendo bajo Ella me recuerda a la única que corto las partes negativas de mi vida No quiero quitar mis manos de ella, ella no me quiere dejar en ningun lugar Excepto adentro No me importa si me atajas con agujas y alfileres Si pudiese clavarme a ti y tu a mi, también Solo no rompas, no rompas mi corazón Y yo no romperé tu vidrios con forma de corazón Pequeña niña, pequeña niña deberías cerrar los ojos Esta tristeza me está llevando alto Haciendo bajo Esta tristeza me está llevando alto Haciendo bajo Y ella nunca disimulará lo que hicimos, no Ella dijo, "besame, te curará pero no te hará olvidar" No me importa si me atajas con agujas y alfileres Si pudiese clavarme a ti y tu a mi, también No rompas, no rompas mi corazón Y yo no romperé tu vidrios con forma de corazón Pequeña niña, pequeña niña deberías cerrar los ojos Esta tristeza me está llevando alto No rompas, no rompas mi corazón Y yo no romperé tu vidrios con forma de corazón Pequeña niña, pequeña niña deberías cerrar los ojos Esta tristeza me está llevando alto Haciendo bajo Esta tristeza me está llevando alto Haciendo bajo Heart Shaped Glasses She reminds me of the one in school when I was cutting she was dressed in white and I couldn't take my eyes off her but that's not what I took off that night And she'll never cover up what we did with a dress no she said "kiss me, it will heal but it won't forget. kiss me, it will heal but it won't forget." And I don't mind you keeping me on pins and needles. If I could stick to you and you could stick me too. Don't break, don't break my heart and I won't break your heart-shaped glasses Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes That blue is getting me high making me low That blue is getting me high making me low That blue is getting me high making me low She reminds of the one I knew that cut up the negatives of my life I couldn't take my hands off her she wouldn't let me be anywhere but inside And I don't mind you keeping me on pins and needles. If I could stick to you and you could stick me too. Just don't break, don't break my heart and I won't break your heart-shaped glasses Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes That blue is getting me high making me low And she'll never cover up what we did with a dress no she said "kiss me, it will heal but it won't forget. kiss me, it will heal but it won't forget." And I don't mind you keeping me on pins and needles. If I could stick to you and you could stick me too. Don't break, don't break my heart and I won't break your heart-shaped glasses Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes That blue is getting me high making me low </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Eat Me Drink Me</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2007/07/heart-shaped-glasses-vidrios-con-forma.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Eat Me , Drink Me (Cómeme, Bébeme)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/YtwAZyXL57c/eat-me-drink-me-cmeme-bbeme.html</link><category>Discos</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 02:54:19 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-6355030905233496266</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RsjDDumoVnI/AAAAAAAABXk/lODPzfj8_Fw/s1600-h/eat+me,+drink+me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RsjDDumoVnI/AAAAAAAABXk/lODPzfj8_Fw/s320/eat+me,+drink+me1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100541046814168690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-237 kbps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-237 kbps"&gt;01. If I Was Your Vampire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-237 kbps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-245 kbps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Putting Holes In Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-245 kbps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-242 kbps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. The Red Carpet Grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-242 kbps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-251 kbps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. They Said That Hell's Not Hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-251 kbps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-231 kbps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Just A Car Crash Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-231 kbps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-252 kbps"&gt;Heart-Shaped Glasses (When The Heart Guides The Hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-252 kbps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-242 kbps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Evidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-242 kbps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-225 kbps"&gt;08. Are You The Rabbit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-225 kbps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-248 kbps"&gt;Mutilation Is The Most Sincere Form Of Flattery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-248 kbps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-253 kbps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You And Me And The Devil Makes 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-253 kbps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-252 kbps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Eat Me, Drink Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Salió a la venta el nuevo disco &lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-252 kbps"&gt;Eat Me, Drink Me&lt;/span&gt;, que se estrenó mundialmente el 5 Junio de 2007. En el nuevo video &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IsKF0BuxbKo"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-252 kbps"&gt;Heart-Shaped Glasses (When The Heart Guides The Hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,  se reproducen escenas explícitas con Marilyn Manson y Evan Rachel Wood, al final la chica va más rápido y caen desde un camino cortado hacia abajo. La canción está dedicada a la divorciada, modelo y actriz Dita Von Teese. El primer single del album es &lt;i&gt;Heart-Shaped Glasses (When the heart guides the hand)&lt;/i&gt;. Universal Music Group decidio cortar las escenas explicitas y la conversacion en el auto, para que no sea tan larga la duracion del video. El 7 de Agosto de 2007, Manson aviso que se viene el segundo single del album, &lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-245 kbps"&gt;Putting Holes In Happiness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://rs122.rapidshare.com/files/33262005/2007_-_Eat_Me__Drink_Me.rar"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bajate el album completo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: help;" title="Bitrate: VBR-252 kbps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-6355030905233496266?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-10T08:54:19.476-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RsjDDumoVnI/AAAAAAAABXk/lODPzfj8_Fw/s72-c/eat+me,+drink+me1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><enclosure url="http://rs122.rapidshare.com/files/33262005/2007_-_Eat_Me__Drink_Me.rar" length="96206337" type="application/octet-stream" /><media:content url="http://rs122.rapidshare.com/files/33262005/2007_-_Eat_Me__Drink_Me.rar" fileSize="96206337" type="application/octet-stream" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> 01. If I Was Your Vampire 02. Putting Holes In Happiness 03. The Red Carpet Grave 04. They Said That Hell's Not Hot 05. Just A Car Crash Away 06. Heart-Shaped Glasses (When The Heart Guides The Hand) 07. Evidence 08. Are You The Rabbit? 09. Mutilation Is</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</itunes:author><itunes:summary> 01. If I Was Your Vampire 02. Putting Holes In Happiness 03. The Red Carpet Grave 04. They Said That Hell's Not Hot 05. Just A Car Crash Away 06. Heart-Shaped Glasses (When The Heart Guides The Hand) 07. Evidence 08. Are You The Rabbit? 09. Mutilation Is The Most Sincere Form Of Flattery 10. You And Me And The Devil Makes 3 11. Eat Me, Drink Me Salió a la venta el nuevo disco Eat Me, Drink Me, que se estrenó mundialmente el 5 Junio de 2007. En el nuevo video Heart-Shaped Glasses (When The Heart Guides The Hand), se reproducen escenas explícitas con Marilyn Manson y Evan Rachel Wood, al final la chica va más rápido y caen desde un camino cortado hacia abajo. La canción está dedicada a la divorciada, modelo y actriz Dita Von Teese. El primer single del album es Heart-Shaped Glasses (When the heart guides the hand). Universal Music Group decidio cortar las escenas explicitas y la conversacion en el auto, para que no sea tan larga la duracion del video. El 7 de Agosto de 2007, Manson aviso que se viene el segundo single del album, Putting Holes In Happiness. Bajate el album completo </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Discos</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2007/07/eat-me-drink-me-cmeme-bbeme.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Wormboy (Niño Gusano)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/hm74S5xUTMo/wormboy-nio-gusano.html</link><category>Letras</category><category>Antichrist Superstar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 02:54:20 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-4306554391879151452</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RfMV3aJaO_I/AAAAAAAAADA/lDdqN9qPea8/s1600-h/antichrist3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RfMV3aJaO_I/AAAAAAAAADA/lDdqN9qPea8/s400/antichrist3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040396449613495282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Niño Gusano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuándo te darás cuenta de que ya estás ahí?&lt;br /&gt;Tan regado, tus pensamientos se vuelven barro&lt;br /&gt;"Ama a todo el mundo"&lt;br /&gt;está destruyendo el valor de todo el odio que me&lt;br /&gt;ha llevado a ninguna parte&lt;br /&gt;Ahora estoy resbalando, sé que me estoy resbalando,&lt;br /&gt;sé que me estoy resbalando afuera&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh no, es todo lo que decían que era&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh no, soy todas las cosas que decían que era&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llegues al cielo desearás estar en el infierno&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te darás cuenta, ya estás aquí&lt;br /&gt;Nos darás las gracias ahora que has cruzado&lt;br /&gt;No te toques las costras o nunca te curarás&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se estremece cuando el gusano consigue sus alas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repetir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Entonces conseguí mis alas y ni tan siquiera lo sabía&lt;br /&gt;Cuando era un gusano pensé que nunca lo conseguiría.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RfMZQqJaPBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KRbNE73caEw/s1600-h/antichrist5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RfMZQqJaPBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KRbNE73caEw/s400/antichrist5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040400181940075538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wormboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will realize you're already there?&lt;br /&gt;So watered down-your feelings have turned to mud.&lt;br /&gt;"Love everybody" is destroying the value of&lt;br /&gt;All hate has got me nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm slipping, I know I'm slipping, I know I'm slipping away&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, it is everything they said it was&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I am everything they said I was&lt;br /&gt;When you you get to heaven you will wish you you're in hell&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize, you're already here&lt;br /&gt;you'll think us now that you have crossed over&lt;br /&gt;Don't pick the scabs or you will never heal&lt;br /&gt;The world shudders as the worm gets its wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got my wings and I never even knew it&lt;br /&gt;When I was a worm, thought I wouldn't get through it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RfMY1KJaPAI/AAAAAAAAADI/d9PeBRFV_O8/s1600-h/antichrist4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RfMY1KJaPAI/AAAAAAAAADI/d9PeBRFV_O8/s400/antichrist4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040399709493672962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-4306554391879151452?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-10T08:54:20.212-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RfMV3aJaO_I/AAAAAAAAADA/lDdqN9qPea8/s72-c/antichrist3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2007/03/wormboy-nio-gusano.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>1996</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/PFdGpb54dAw/1996.html</link><category>Letras</category><category>Antichrist Superstar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 02:54:20 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-51271466790511351</guid><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IBHVPYOLj4Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IBHVPYOLj4Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="290"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anti elección, anti chica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soy el anti bandera desplegada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anti blanco y anti hombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo tengo el plan anti futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anti fascista, anti moda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soy el dios de la anti música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anti sobrio, anti puta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nunca habrá bastante anti más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No puedo creer en las cosas que no creen en mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ahora es tu turno de ver misantropía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anti gente, ahora habéis ido demasiado lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aquí está vuestro anticristo súper estrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anti dinero, anti odio, anti cosas que follé y comido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anti policía, anti diversión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aquí está mi pistola anti presidente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anti satán, anti negro, el anti mundo está en mi espalda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anti homosexual y anti narcótico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soy el haz de leña anti Papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anti paz, anti vida, anti marido, anti mujer, anti canción y anti yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No merezco la oportunidad de existir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RfCVv1-bgXI/AAAAAAAAACw/Fq3wu3S9BiU/s1600-h/antichrist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RfCVv1-bgXI/AAAAAAAAACw/Fq3wu3S9BiU/s400/antichrist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039692632202903922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti choice&lt;br /&gt;Anti girl&lt;br /&gt;I am the anti-flag unfurled&lt;br /&gt;Anti white and anti law&lt;br /&gt;I got the anti-future plan&lt;br /&gt;Anti fascist&lt;br /&gt;Anti mod&lt;br /&gt;I am the anti-music god&lt;br /&gt;Anti sober&lt;br /&gt;Anti whore&lt;br /&gt;There will never be enough of anti more&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe In the things&lt;br /&gt;That don't believe In me&lt;br /&gt;Now It's your turn to see misanthropy&lt;br /&gt;Anti people now you've gone too far&lt;br /&gt;Here's your antichrist superstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti money&lt;br /&gt;Anti hate&lt;br /&gt;Anti things I fucked and ate&lt;br /&gt;Anti cop&lt;br /&gt;Anti fun&lt;br /&gt;Here Is my anti-president gun&lt;br /&gt;Anti satan&lt;br /&gt;Anti black&lt;br /&gt;Anti world is on my back&lt;br /&gt;Anti gay and antI dope&lt;br /&gt;I am the faggot anti-pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti peace&lt;br /&gt;Anti life&lt;br /&gt;Anti husband, anti wife&lt;br /&gt;Anti song and anti me&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve a chance to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RfCWV1-bgYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iOTsgYG-sKQ/s1600-h/antichrist2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RfCWV1-bgYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iOTsgYG-sKQ/s400/antichrist2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039693285037932930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-51271466790511351?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-10T08:54:20.547-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RfCVv1-bgXI/AAAAAAAAACw/Fq3wu3S9BiU/s72-c/antichrist.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/IBHVPYOLj4Q" length="1041" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/IBHVPYOLj4Q" fileSize="1041" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> 1996 Anti elección, anti chica Soy el anti bandera desplegada Anti blanco y anti hombre Yo tengo el plan anti futuro Anti fascista, anti moda Soy el dios de la anti música Anti sobrio, anti puta Nunca habrá bastante anti más No puedo creer en las cosas q</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</itunes:author><itunes:summary> 1996 Anti elección, anti chica Soy el anti bandera desplegada Anti blanco y anti hombre Yo tengo el plan anti futuro Anti fascista, anti moda Soy el dios de la anti música Anti sobrio, anti puta Nunca habrá bastante anti más No puedo creer en las cosas que no creen en mí Ahora es tu turno de ver misantropía Anti gente, ahora habéis ido demasiado lejos Aquí está vuestro anticristo súper estrella Anti dinero, anti odio, anti cosas que follé y comido Anti policía, anti diversión Aquí está mi pistola anti presidente Anti satán, anti negro, el anti mundo está en mi espalda Anti homosexual y anti narcótico Soy el haz de leña anti Papa Anti paz, anti vida, anti marido, anti mujer, anti canción y anti yo No merezco la oportunidad de existir 1996 Anti choice Anti girl I am the anti-flag unfurled Anti white and anti law I got the anti-future plan Anti fascist Anti mod I am the anti-music god Anti sober Anti whore There will never be enough of anti more I can't believe In the things That don't believe In me Now It's your turn to see misanthropy Anti people now you've gone too far Here's your antichrist superstar Anti money Anti hate Anti things I fucked and ate Anti cop Anti fun Here Is my anti-president gun Anti satan Anti black Anti world is on my back Anti gay and antI dope I am the faggot anti-pope (x2) Anti peace Anti life Anti husband, anti wife Anti song and anti me I don't deserve a chance to be (x2) </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Letras, Antichrist Superstar</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2007/03/1996.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Little Horn (Pequeño Cuerno)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/E0wIhxK5lUo/little-horn-pequeo-cuerno.html</link><category>Letras</category><category>Antichrist Superstar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 02:54:20 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-3968093000233435138</guid><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4htpPfcwbPY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4htpPfcwbPY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="290" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pequeño Cuerno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay una manzana en la boca del coño,&lt;br /&gt;Ahora soy la puta de la comida&lt;br /&gt;Hay un tumor en la boca de la televisión, quémalo antes que crezca&lt;br /&gt;Que alguien saque al perro para patearle&lt;br /&gt;Mandíbulas cerradas con alambre para salvar los penes&lt;br /&gt;Desde el pozo sin fondo llega el pequeño cuerno&lt;br /&gt;"Pequeño cuerno ha nacido"&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se abre de piernas para recibir otra estrella&lt;br /&gt;El mundo muestra su cara para recibir otra cicatriz&lt;br /&gt;Los gusanos esperarán con el aliento contenido&lt;br /&gt;"Tu ciego se convertirá ahora en mi sordo"&lt;br /&gt;Así habla pequeño cuerno&lt;br /&gt;"Sálvate de esto ..."&lt;br /&gt;Todos sufrirán ahora ...&lt;br /&gt;"No puedes salvarte..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RezE0BKkuBI/AAAAAAAAACg/vg_bW_Ebe58/s1600-h/antichrist6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RezE0BKkuBI/AAAAAAAAACg/vg_bW_Ebe58/s400/antichrist6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038618481065768978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Horn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an apple in the pussy mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now i am the dinner whore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a tumor in the t.v. mouth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn it out before it grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone better get the dog to kick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaws wired shut to save the dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Out of the bottomless pit comes the little horn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"little horn is born"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The world spreads its legs for another star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;World shows its face for another scar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead will dance for what is left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The worms will wait with baited breath&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your blind have now become my deaf"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So says this little horn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"save yourself from this..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RezI9hKkuCI/AAAAAAAAACo/0oWETbJ3doM/s1600-h/antichrist7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RezI9hKkuCI/AAAAAAAAACo/0oWETbJ3doM/s400/antichrist7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038623042321037346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-3968093000233435138?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-10T08:54:20.784-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RezE0BKkuBI/AAAAAAAAACg/vg_bW_Ebe58/s72-c/antichrist6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/4htpPfcwbPY" length="1025" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/4htpPfcwbPY" fileSize="1025" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> Pequeño Cuerno Hay una manzana en la boca del coño, Ahora soy la puta de la comida Hay un tumor en la boca de la televisión, quémalo antes que crezca Que alguien saque al perro para patearle Mandíbulas cerradas con alambre para salvar los penes Desde el </itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</itunes:author><itunes:summary> Pequeño Cuerno Hay una manzana en la boca del coño, Ahora soy la puta de la comida Hay un tumor en la boca de la televisión, quémalo antes que crezca Que alguien saque al perro para patearle Mandíbulas cerradas con alambre para salvar los penes Desde el pozo sin fondo llega el pequeño cuerno "Pequeño cuerno ha nacido" El mundo se abre de piernas para recibir otra estrella El mundo muestra su cara para recibir otra cicatriz Los gusanos esperarán con el aliento contenido "Tu ciego se convertirá ahora en mi sordo" Así habla pequeño cuerno "Sálvate de esto ..." Todos sufrirán ahora ... "No puedes salvarte..." Little Horn There's an apple in the pussy mouth Now i am the dinner whore There's a tumor in the t.v. mouth Burn it out before it grows Someone better get the dog to kick Jaws wired shut to save the dick Out of the bottomless pit comes the little horn "little horn is born" The world spreads its legs for another star World shows its face for another scar Dead will dance for what is left The worms will wait with baited breath "your blind have now become my deaf" So says this little horn "save yourself from this..." </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Letras, Antichrist Superstar</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-horn-pequeo-cuerno.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Cryptorchid (Orquídea de cripta)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/R-ovX76315s/cryptorchid-orqudea-de-cripta.html</link><category>Letras</category><category>Antichrist Superstar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 02:54:21 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-3571405165246274384</guid><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8pnsvkBPD4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8pnsvkBPD4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="290" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orquídea de cripta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cada vez que hago a mi madre llorar,&lt;br /&gt;un ángel muere y cae del cielo&lt;br /&gt;Cuando lleguen a ti&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el niño es aún un gusano es difícil que aprenda el número 7&lt;br /&gt;Cuando lleguen a ti, es lo primero que te hacen&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que miro hacia afuera mi madre muere&lt;br /&gt;y siento que mi espalda cambia de forma&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el gusano consume al niño,&lt;br /&gt;nunca se considera violación&lt;br /&gt;Cuando lleguen...&lt;br /&gt;Clavar tu dedo ya está hecho&lt;br /&gt;La luna ha eclipsado al sol&lt;br /&gt;El ángel ha desplegado sus alas&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo ha llegado para las cosas amargas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RdsRZd9AiCI/AAAAAAAAABg/TPrppc7vefM/s1600-h/manson3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RdsRZd9AiCI/AAAAAAAAABg/TPrppc7vefM/s400/manson3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033636137751578658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cryptorchid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time i make my mother cry an&lt;br /&gt;Angel dies and falls from heaven&lt;br /&gt;When the boy is still a worm it's hard to&lt;br /&gt;Learn the number seven&lt;br /&gt;But when they get to you&lt;br /&gt;It's the first thing that they do&lt;br /&gt;Each time i look outside&lt;br /&gt;My mother dies i feel my back is changing shape&lt;br /&gt;When the worm consumes the boy it's never&lt;br /&gt;Considered rape&lt;br /&gt;When they get to you&lt;br /&gt;Prick your finger it is done...&lt;br /&gt;The moon has now eclipsed the sun...&lt;br /&gt;The angel has spread its wings...&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for bitter things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RdsRmd9AiDI/AAAAAAAAABo/k91m8bdk9bI/s1600-h/manson4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RdsRmd9AiDI/AAAAAAAAABo/k91m8bdk9bI/s400/manson4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033636361089878066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-3571405165246274384?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-10T08:54:21.034-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RdsRZd9AiCI/AAAAAAAAABg/TPrppc7vefM/s72-c/manson3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8pnsvkBPD4" length="1039" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8pnsvkBPD4" fileSize="1039" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> Orquídea de cripta Cada vez que hago a mi madre llorar, un ángel muere y cae del cielo Cuando lleguen a ti Cuando el niño es aún un gusano es difícil que aprenda el número 7 Cuando lleguen a ti, es lo primero que te hacen Cada vez que miro hacia afuera m</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</itunes:author><itunes:summary> Orquídea de cripta Cada vez que hago a mi madre llorar, un ángel muere y cae del cielo Cuando lleguen a ti Cuando el niño es aún un gusano es difícil que aprenda el número 7 Cuando lleguen a ti, es lo primero que te hacen Cada vez que miro hacia afuera mi madre muere y siento que mi espalda cambia de forma Cuando el gusano consume al niño, nunca se considera violación Cuando lleguen... Clavar tu dedo ya está hecho La luna ha eclipsado al sol El ángel ha desplegado sus alas El tiempo ha llegado para las cosas amargas. Cryptorchid Each time i make my mother cry an Angel dies and falls from heaven When the boy is still a worm it's hard to Learn the number seven But when they get to you It's the first thing that they do Each time i look outside My mother dies i feel my back is changing shape When the worm consumes the boy it's never Considered rape When they get to you Prick your finger it is done... The moon has now eclipsed the sun... The angel has spread its wings... The time has come for bitter things... </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Letras, Antichrist Superstar</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2007/02/cryptorchid-orqudea-de-cripta.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Little Horn (Pequeño Cuerno)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/4aHizWQvprA/little-horn-pequeo-cuerno.html</link><category>Letras</category><category>Antichrist Superstar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 02:54:21 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-7286050156692850781</guid><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4htpPfcwbPY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4htpPfcwbPY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pequeño Cuerno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hay una manzana en la boca del coño,&lt;br /&gt;ahora soy la puta de la comida&lt;br /&gt;Hay un tumor en la boca de la televisión, quémalo antes que crezca&lt;br /&gt;Que alguien saque al perro para patearle&lt;br /&gt;Mandíbulas cerradas con alambre para salvar los penes&lt;br /&gt;Desde el pozo sin fondo llega el pequeño cuerno&lt;br /&gt;"Pequeño cuerno ha nacido"&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se abre de piernas para recibir otra estrella&lt;br /&gt;El mundo muestra su cara para recibir otra cicatriz&lt;br /&gt;Los gusanos esperarán con el aliento contenido&lt;br /&gt;"Tu ciego se convertirá ahora en mi sordo"&lt;br /&gt;Así habla pequeño cuerno&lt;br /&gt;"Sálvate de esto ..."&lt;br /&gt;Todos sufrirán ahora ...&lt;br /&gt;"No puedes salvarte..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032984238672657250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RdjAf8o5O2I/AAAAAAAAABI/wa1f2S76OzU/s400/manson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Little Horn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There's an apple in the pussy mouth&lt;br /&gt;Now I am the dinner whore&lt;br /&gt;There's a tumor in the t.v. mouth&lt;br /&gt;Burn it out before it grows&lt;br /&gt;Someone better get the dog to kick,&lt;br /&gt;Jaws wired shut to save the dick&lt;br /&gt;Out of the bottomless pit comes the little horn&lt;br /&gt;"Little horn is born"&lt;br /&gt;The world spreads its legs for another star&lt;br /&gt;World shows its face for another scar&lt;br /&gt;Dead will dance for what is left&lt;br /&gt;The worms will wait with baited breath&lt;br /&gt;"Your blind have now become my deaf"&lt;br /&gt;So says this little horn&lt;br /&gt;"Save yourself from this..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/Rdjruco5O3I/AAAAAAAAABU/0v8wbbo8uks/s1600-h/manson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/Rdjruco5O3I/AAAAAAAAABU/0v8wbbo8uks/s400/manson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033031766780754802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-7286050156692850781?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-10T08:54:21.328-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RdjAf8o5O2I/AAAAAAAAABI/wa1f2S76OzU/s72-c/manson.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/4htpPfcwbPY" length="1025" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/4htpPfcwbPY" fileSize="1025" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Pequeño Cuerno Hay una manzana en la boca del coño, ahora soy la puta de la comida Hay un tumor en la boca de la televisión, quémalo antes que crezca Que alguien saque al perro para patearle Mandíbulas cerradas con alambre para salvar los penes Desde el p</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</itunes:author><itunes:summary>Pequeño Cuerno Hay una manzana en la boca del coño, ahora soy la puta de la comida Hay un tumor en la boca de la televisión, quémalo antes que crezca Que alguien saque al perro para patearle Mandíbulas cerradas con alambre para salvar los penes Desde el pozo sin fondo llega el pequeño cuerno "Pequeño cuerno ha nacido" El mundo se abre de piernas para recibir otra estrella El mundo muestra su cara para recibir otra cicatriz Los gusanos esperarán con el aliento contenido "Tu ciego se convertirá ahora en mi sordo" Así habla pequeño cuerno "Sálvate de esto ..." Todos sufrirán ahora ... "No puedes salvarte..." Little Horn There's an apple in the pussy mouth Now I am the dinner whore There's a tumor in the t.v. mouth Burn it out before it grows Someone better get the dog to kick, Jaws wired shut to save the dick Out of the bottomless pit comes the little horn "Little horn is born" The world spreads its legs for another star World shows its face for another scar Dead will dance for what is left The worms will wait with baited breath "Your blind have now become my deaf" So says this little horn "Save yourself from this..." </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Letras, Antichrist Superstar</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-horn-pequeo-cuerno.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Man That You Fear  (El Hombre al que Temes)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/XlKqzVgSxJw/man-that-you-fear-el-hombre-al-que.html</link><category>Letras</category><category>Antichrist Superstar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 02:54:21 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-1566708888783788175</guid><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFjGzlXWXlU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFjGzlXWXlU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fsixio.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FMarilyn%20Manson%20Antichrist%20Superstar%2016%20Man%20That%20You%20Fear.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#000000;button:#000000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;El Hombre al que Temes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Las hormigas están en el azúcar, los músculos atrofiados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nosotros estamos en el otro lado,&lt;br /&gt;la pantalla es nuestra porque nosotros somos la televisión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Exténdeme abierto, clavando mis costillas puntiagudas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Están todos tus bebés en camas infantiles de abortos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He nacido en esto, todo es una mierda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;El niño que amabas es el hombre que temes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reza hasta que seas un número, dormida de todo tu dolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tu manzana se ha podrido, mañana morirá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo lo tengo todo y no tengo opción,&lt;br /&gt;pero lo haré pagar a todos y tú lo verás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ya puedes matarte porque estás muerta en mi mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;El niño que amabas es el monstruo al que temes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Despelleja todos estos ojos y arrástrate en la oscuridad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Has envenenado todos tus niños para camuflar tus cicatrices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reza contra las astillas, reza contra tu miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reza que tu vida sólo haya sido un sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;El corte que nunca cicatriza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reza ahora nena, reza que tu vida sólo haya sido un sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Estoy tan enredado en mis pecados que no puedo escapar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Arráncame la cabeza, redúceme como una mala hierba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alguien tenía que ir tan lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;El mundo en mis manos, nadie para escuchar tus gritos, nadie para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RdZI7co5O0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/o26Gs9_XSQA/s1600-h/manson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RdZI7co5O0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/o26Gs9_XSQA/s400/manson1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032289819770305346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man That You Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The ants are in the sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The muscles atrophied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We're on the other side, the screen is us and we're t.v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spread me open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sticking to my pointy ribs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are all your infants in abortion cribs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was born into this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everything turns to shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The boy that you loved is the man that you fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pray until your number,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Asleep from all your pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your apple has been rotting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow's turned up dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have it all and I have no choice but to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll make everyone pay and you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You can kill yourself now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Because you're dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The boy that you loved is the monster you fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You've poisoned all of your children to camouflage your scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pray your life was just a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The cut that never heals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(I am so tangled in my sins that I cannot escape)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pinch the head off, collapse me like a weed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone had to go this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was born into this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everything turns to shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The boy that you loved is the man that you fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You've poisoned all of your children to camouflage your scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pray your life was just a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The cut that never heals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The world in my hands, there's no one left to hear you scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There's no one left for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RdZLyMo5O1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/krHmpRtkdwc/s1600-h/manson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RdZLyMo5O1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/krHmpRtkdwc/s400/manson2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032292959391398738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-1566708888783788175?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-10T08:54:21.681-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RdZI7co5O0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/o26Gs9_XSQA/s72-c/manson1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFjGzlXWXlU" length="939" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFjGzlXWXlU" fileSize="939" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> El Hombre al que Temes Las hormigas están en el azúcar, los músculos atrofiados Nosotros estamos en el otro lado, la pantalla es nuestra porque nosotros somos la televisión Exténdeme abierto, clavando mis costillas puntiagudas Están todos tus bebés en ca</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</itunes:author><itunes:summary> El Hombre al que Temes Las hormigas están en el azúcar, los músculos atrofiados Nosotros estamos en el otro lado, la pantalla es nuestra porque nosotros somos la televisión Exténdeme abierto, clavando mis costillas puntiagudas Están todos tus bebés en camas infantiles de abortos He nacido en esto, todo es una mierda El niño que amabas es el hombre que temes Reza hasta que seas un número, dormida de todo tu dolo Tu manzana se ha podrido, mañana morirá Yo lo tengo todo y no tengo opción, pero lo haré pagar a todos y tú lo verás Ya puedes matarte porque estás muerta en mi mente El niño que amabas es el monstruo al que temes Despelleja todos estos ojos y arrástrate en la oscuridad Has envenenado todos tus niños para camuflar tus cicatrices Reza contra las astillas, reza contra tu miedo Reza que tu vida sólo haya sido un sueño El corte que nunca cicatriza Reza ahora nena, reza que tu vida sólo haya sido un sueño (Estoy tan enredado en mis pecados que no puedo escapar) Arráncame la cabeza, redúceme como una mala hierba Alguien tenía que ir tan lejos El mundo en mis manos, nadie para escuchar tus gritos, nadie para ti. Man That You Fear The ants are in the sugar The muscles atrophied We're on the other side, the screen is us and we're t.v. Spread me open, Sticking to my pointy ribs Are all your infants in abortion cribs I was born into this Everything turns to shit The boy that you loved is the man that you fear Pray until your number, Asleep from all your pain, Your apple has been rotting Tomorrow's turned up dead I have it all and I have no choice but to I'll make everyone pay and you will see You can kill yourself now Because you're dead In my mind The boy that you loved is the monster you fear Peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark, You've poisoned all of your children to camouflage your scars Pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear Pray your life was just a dream The cut that never heals Pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream (I am so tangled in my sins that I cannot escape) Pinch the head off, collapse me like a weed Someone had to go this far I was born into this Everything turns to shit The boy that you loved is the man that you fear Peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark, You've poisoned all of your children to camouflage your scars Pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear Pray your life was just a dream The cut that never heals Pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream The world in my hands, there's no one left to hear you scream There's no one left for you </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Letras, Antichrist Superstar</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2007/02/man-that-you-fear-el-hombre-al-que.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Irresponsible Hate Anthem (Himno Del Odio Irreponsable)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/KyoC1RJ7Hyo/irresponsible-hate-anthem-himno-del.html</link><category>Letras</category><category>Antichrist Superstar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 02:54:22 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-9178385475773966251</guid><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5SBa3MEWRj0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5SBa3MEWRj0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0000"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fxxsoulfoodxx.altervista.org%2Fblogmio%2Fradio.blog.2.4%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FMarilyn%20Manson%20-%20Irresponsible%20Hate%20Anthem.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#000000;button:#000000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Himno Del Odio Irresponsable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soy tan americano que te vendería el suicidio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soy totalitario, tengo abortos en mis ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Odio al que odia, violaré al que viola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soy el animal que no será él mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fuck it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Víctima, ¿devería atarte los ojos otra vez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Víctima, tú eres la única que puso el arma en mi mano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soy el ismo, mi odio es un prisma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Deja que solo matemos a todo el mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y deja que tu Dios los escoja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fuck it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Todos somos el negro de alguien,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yo sé que lo soy y tú también lo eres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No nací con suficientes dedos medios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no necesito escoger un bando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mejor no decir esto, mejor no contarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Odio al que odia, violaré al que viola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soy el idiota que será él mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fuck it!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RXxa3KCRxjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OFOq45I6lPM/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RXxa3KCRxjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OFOq45I6lPM/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006976789362361906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Irresponsible Hate Anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" id="ctl02_ctl00_lblEntry"  &gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I am so all american  i'll sell you suicide&lt;br /&gt;I am totalitarian  i've got abortions in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I hate the hater  i'd rape the raper&lt;br /&gt;I am not the animal who will not be himself&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it&lt;br /&gt;Hey victim  should i black your eyes again?&lt;br /&gt;Hey victim&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who put the stick in my hand&lt;br /&gt;I am the ism  my hate's a prism&lt;br /&gt;Let's jut kill everyone and let your god sort them out&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's someone else's nigger/i know you are so am i&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't born with enough middle fingers/&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to choose a side&lt;br /&gt;I better, better, better, better not say this&lt;br /&gt;Better, better, better, better not tell&lt;br /&gt;I hate the hater, i'd rape the raper&lt;br /&gt;I am the idiot who will not be himself&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RXxXH6CRxhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8ZtWKZeUbeM/s1600-h/manson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RXxXH6CRxhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8ZtWKZeUbeM/s400/manson2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006972679078659602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-9178385475773966251?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-10T08:54:22.537-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RXxa3KCRxjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OFOq45I6lPM/s72-c/6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/5SBa3MEWRj0" length="1024" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/5SBa3MEWRj0" fileSize="1024" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> Himno Del Odio Irresponsable Soy tan americano que te vendería el suicidio Soy totalitario, tengo abortos en mis ojos Odio al que odia, violaré al que viola Soy el animal que no será él mismo Fuck it! Víctima, ¿devería atarte los ojos otra vez? Víctima, </itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</itunes:author><itunes:summary> Himno Del Odio Irresponsable Soy tan americano que te vendería el suicidio Soy totalitario, tengo abortos en mis ojos Odio al que odia, violaré al que viola Soy el animal que no será él mismo Fuck it! Víctima, ¿devería atarte los ojos otra vez? Víctima, tú eres la única que puso el arma en mi mano Soy el ismo, mi odio es un prisma Deja que solo matemos a todo el mundo y deja que tu Dios los escoja Fuck it! Todos somos el negro de alguien, yo sé que lo soy y tú también lo eres No nací con suficientes dedos medios no necesito escoger un bando Mejor no decir esto, mejor no contarlo Odio al que odia, violaré al que viola Soy el idiota que será él mismo Fuck it!. Irresponsible Hate Anthem I am so all american i'll sell you suicide I am totalitarian i've got abortions in my eyes I hate the hater i'd rape the raper I am not the animal who will not be himself 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 jut kill everyone and let your god sort them out 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 choose a side I 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 </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Letras, Antichrist Superstar</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/12/irresponsible-hate-anthem-himno-del.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Smells Like Children</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/C2K78HksMD0/smells-like-children.html</link><category>Discos</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jun 2007 15:12:14 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-115784433998393269</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/1024/smell%20like%20children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/400/smell%20like%20children.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;01. Hands of Small Children&lt;br /&gt;02. Diary of a Dope Fiend&lt;br /&gt;03. ***Y Chicken Gang Bang&lt;br /&gt;04. Kitty Grinder&lt;br /&gt;05. Sympathy for the Parents&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/04/sweet-dreams-dulces-sueos.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Everlasting C***Sucker&lt;br /&gt;08. ** Frankie&lt;br /&gt;09.&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-put-spell-on-you-puse-un-hechizo-en.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-put-spell-on-you-puse-un-hechizo-en.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Put a Spell on You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. May Cause Discoloration of the Urine or Feces&lt;br /&gt;11. Scabs, Guns and Peanut Butter&lt;br /&gt;12. Dance of the Dope Hats&lt;br /&gt;13. White Trash&lt;br /&gt;14. Dancing with the One Legged&lt;br /&gt;15. Rock &amp; Roll Nigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Smells Like Children es el nombre del segundo álbum del grupo estadounidense de rock industrial Marilyn Manson. En 1995 lanzaron este trabajo que trae cinco remixes, dos de "Dope Hat", dos de "Cake And Sodomy" y uno de "Organ Grinder" y tres versiones: "Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)"de Eurithmics, "I Put A Spell On You" y "Rock 'n' Roll Nigger". Este disco, empezó como single de la canción Dope Hat y terminó convirtiéndose en un nuevo LP. Llegó a vender 3.987.088 copias en todo el mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miembros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * Marilyn Manson: Vocalista&lt;br /&gt;  * Twiggy Ramirez: Bajista&lt;br /&gt;  * Daisy Berkowitz: Guitarrista&lt;br /&gt;  * Madonna Wayne Gacy: Teclista&lt;br /&gt;  * Ginger Fish: Baterista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanzamiento:  8 de octubre de 1994&lt;br /&gt;Género: Industrial&lt;br /&gt;Duración:  54:43&lt;br /&gt;Discográficas:  Interscope/Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Productores:  Marilyn Manson, Charlie Clouser, Trent Reznor, Dave Ogilvie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-115784433998393269?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-17T19:12:14.199-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/09/smells-like-children.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Track 99</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/Z-N-NTvauqs/track-99.html</link><category>Letras</category><category>Antichrist Superstar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Mon, 09 Oct 2006 14:51:55 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-116043071568725311</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_K-KWnU68U" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track 99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos sin conocer a un muerto Mesías, al&lt;br /&gt;que podemos cavar su tumba.&lt;br /&gt;Esta es una llamada para ti,&lt;br /&gt;si lo escuchas verás que no podrás hacer nada.&lt;br /&gt;Vivir fuera de mi cuerpo será frío y difícil.&lt;br /&gt;Esto a ha sido un secreto por muchos años.&lt;br /&gt;Intentaremos salvarte y venimos ha hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;Es lo que mereces, es que lo que merecemos.&lt;br /&gt;Y se que no somos victimas, no eres victima.&lt;br /&gt;Dios quiere rebajarse ante mí.&lt;br /&gt;Dios quiere arrastrarse a mis pies.&lt;br /&gt;Y este es el momento...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando sufras, sabrás que te traicionó. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/400/track%2099.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track 99&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Go ahead and date a dead messiah we can dig Another grave"&lt;br /&gt;Listen there is something that saved my name&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't hearing this there is nothing i can do&lt;br /&gt;Something was grown in my chest&lt;br /&gt;And i've suffered and i've survived&lt;br /&gt;I followed Its been dormant for many years&lt;br /&gt;I'm only trying to save you&lt;br /&gt;But i cannot come to save you&lt;br /&gt;But this is what you deserve&lt;br /&gt;This is what we deserve&lt;br /&gt;This is something your lord got upon the cross&lt;br /&gt;We did not offend none who were not offended&lt;br /&gt;You are not a victim&lt;br /&gt;And you are not an offender&lt;br /&gt;We all have cut off our names&lt;br /&gt;But i know a flaw in my name&lt;br /&gt;These are the dying years&lt;br /&gt;These are the dying years&lt;br /&gt;When you are suffering&lt;br /&gt;Know that i have betrayed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-116043071568725311?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-10-09T18:51:55.726-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_K-KWnU68U" length="936" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_K-KWnU68U" fileSize="936" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Track 99 Seguimos sin conocer a un muerto Mesías, al que podemos cavar su tumba. Esta es una llamada para ti, si lo escuchas verás que no podrás hacer nada. Vivir fuera de mi cuerpo será frío y difícil. Esto a ha sido un secreto por muchos años. Intentare</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</itunes:author><itunes:summary>Track 99 Seguimos sin conocer a un muerto Mesías, al que podemos cavar su tumba. Esta es una llamada para ti, si lo escuchas verás que no podrás hacer nada. Vivir fuera de mi cuerpo será frío y difícil. Esto a ha sido un secreto por muchos años. Intentaremos salvarte y venimos ha hacerlo. Es lo que mereces, es que lo que merecemos. Y se que no somos victimas, no eres victima. Dios quiere rebajarse ante mí. Dios quiere arrastrarse a mis pies. Y este es el momento... Cuando sufras, sabrás que te traicionó. Track 99"Go ahead and date a dead messiah we can dig Another grave" Listen there is something that saved my name If you aren't hearing this there is nothing i can do Something was grown in my chest And i've suffered and i've survived I followed Its been dormant for many years I'm only trying to save you But i cannot come to save you But this is what you deserve This is what we deserve This is something your lord got upon the cross We did not offend none who were not offended You are not a victim And you are not an offender We all have cut off our names But i know a flaw in my name These are the dying years These are the dying years When you are suffering Know that i have betrayed you. </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Letras, Antichrist Superstar</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/10/track-99.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Dried Up, Tied and Dead to the World (Disecado, Atado y Muerto para el Mundo)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/XrFP_j7xF-0/dried-up-tied-and-dead-to-world_29.html</link><category>Letras</category><category>Antichrist Superstar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Fri, 29 Sep 2006 06:36:54 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-115921914952237734</guid><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/woRcVtV2zyk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disecado, Atado y Muerto para el Mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Te cortas todos tus dedos,los cambias por dólares&lt;br /&gt;Empástate de maquillaje para cubrir todas esas arrugas&lt;br /&gt;Despierta y para de temblar porque estás malgastando tiempo&lt;br /&gt;¿No quieres algo de esto?,&lt;br /&gt;¿No necesitas algo de esto?&lt;br /&gt;Coges, pero no te pueden coger&lt;br /&gt;Montas, pero no te pueden montar&lt;br /&gt;Pincha este pequeño corazón mío,&lt;br /&gt;envuélvelo en sucio cordel&lt;br /&gt;Nunca lees lo que has escrito&lt;br /&gt;Seré tu amante, lo seré para siempre,&lt;br /&gt;lo seré mañana&lt;br /&gt;Soy cualquier cosa cuando voy colocado&lt;br /&gt;¿No quieres algo de esto?,&lt;br /&gt;¿No necesitas algo de esto?&lt;br /&gt;Arrastras tu pelo por mi garganta&lt;br /&gt;Siento tus dedos en mí&lt;br /&gt;Arranca esta fruta amarga para ensuciar,&lt;br /&gt;envuélvela en tu vestido sucio&lt;br /&gt;Ahora debes escupir las semillas&lt;br /&gt;Disecado y atado para siempre&lt;br /&gt;Destrozado y muerto para el mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/400/manson2.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dried Up, Tied and Dead to the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You cut off all of your fingers&lt;br /&gt;Trade them in for dollar bills&lt;br /&gt;Cake on some more make-up to&lt;br /&gt;Cover up all those lines&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and stop shaking&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want some of this?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you need some of this?&lt;br /&gt;You take but cannot be given&lt;br /&gt;You ride but cannot be ridden&lt;br /&gt;Pinch this tiny heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Wrap it up in soiled twine&lt;br /&gt;You never read what you've written&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your lover, i'll be forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want some of this?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you need some of this?&lt;br /&gt;You shove your hair down my throat&lt;br /&gt;I feel your fingers in me&lt;br /&gt;Tear this bitter fruit to mess&lt;br /&gt;And wrap it in your soiled dress&lt;br /&gt;Now you must spit out the seeds&lt;br /&gt;All dried up and tied up forever&lt;br /&gt;All fucked up and dead to the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/400/manson1.12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-115921914952237734?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-09-29T10:36:54.996-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/woRcVtV2zyk" length="927" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/woRcVtV2zyk" fileSize="927" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> Disecado, Atado y Muerto para el Mundo Te cortas todos tus dedos,los cambias por dólares Empástate de maquillaje para cubrir todas esas arrugas Despierta y para de temblar porque estás malgastando tiempo ¿No quieres algo de esto?, ¿No necesitas algo de e</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</itunes:author><itunes:summary> Disecado, Atado y Muerto para el Mundo Te cortas todos tus dedos,los cambias por dólares Empástate de maquillaje para cubrir todas esas arrugas Despierta y para de temblar porque estás malgastando tiempo ¿No quieres algo de esto?, ¿No necesitas algo de esto? Coges, pero no te pueden coger Montas, pero no te pueden montar Pincha este pequeño corazón mío, envuélvelo en sucio cordel Nunca lees lo que has escrito Seré tu amante, lo seré para siempre, lo seré mañana Soy cualquier cosa cuando voy colocado ¿No quieres algo de esto?, ¿No necesitas algo de esto? Arrastras tu pelo por mi garganta Siento tus dedos en mí Arranca esta fruta amarga para ensuciar, envuélvela en tu vestido sucio Ahora debes escupir las semillas Disecado y atado para siempre Destrozado y muerto para el mundo Dried Up, Tied and Dead to the WorldYou cut off all of your fingers Trade them in for dollar bills Cake on some more make-up to Cover up all those lines Wake up and stop shaking Don't you want some of this? Don't you need some of this? You take but cannot be given You ride but cannot be ridden Pinch this tiny heart of mine Wrap it up in soiled twine You never read what you've written I'll be your lover, i'll be forever I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high Don't you want some of this? Don't you need some of this? You shove your hair down my throat I feel your fingers in me Tear this bitter fruit to mess And wrap it in your soiled dress Now you must spit out the seeds All dried up and tied up forever All fucked up and dead to the world... </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Letras, Antichrist Superstar</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/09/dried-up-tied-and-dead-to-world_29.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Holy Wood (In the Shadow of the Valley of Death)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/agoEovWuLY0/holy-wood.html</link><category>Discos</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2007 17:53:39 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-115784495810788305</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/1024/holy%20wood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/400/holy%20wood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;01. Godeatgod&lt;br /&gt;02. The Love Song&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/05/fight-song-la-cancin-de-lucha.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Fight Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/05/disposable-teens-adolescentes.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Disposable Teens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis)&lt;br /&gt;06. President Dead&lt;br /&gt;07. In the Shadow of the Valley of Death&lt;br /&gt;08. Cruci-Fiction in Space&lt;br /&gt;09. A Place in the Dirt&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/08/nobodies-los-don-nadie_23.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Nobodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The Death Song&lt;br /&gt;12. Lamb of God&lt;br /&gt;13. Born Again&lt;br /&gt;14. Burning Flag&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/07/coma-black-coma-negro.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Coma Black: Eden Eye/The Apple of Discord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;17. The Fall of Adam&lt;br /&gt;18. King Kill 33º&lt;br /&gt;19. Count To Six And Die (The Vaccuum Of Infinite Space Encompassing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Publicado en el 2000 por el grupo de rock estadounidense Marilyn Manson en el que refleja todo su dolor por el trato que le dieron al responsabilizarlo de la tragedia de Columbine, por lo cual en la portada aparece crucificado y sin la mandíbula (representando esto que no le permitieron hablar). Pese a que fue uno de los discos de la banda más criticados internacionalmente, pudo cosechar buenas ventas a nivel mundial, llegando a vender solo en Estados Unidos 1.000.000 de copias. En ventas totales superaron los 9.000.000 de discos vendidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Miembros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   * Marilyn Manson: Vocalista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   * Twiggy Ramirez: Bajista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   * Ginger Fish: Baterista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   * Madonna Wayne Gacy: Teclista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   * John5: Guitarrista   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lanzamiento:  14 de noviembre de 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Género:  Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Duración : 68:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Discográfica:  Interscope/Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Productores:  Marilyn Manson, Dave Sardy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-115784495810788305?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-16T21:53:39.195-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/09/holy-wood.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Discografia Marilyn Manson</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/V5Lkt7DEhXs/discografia-marilyn-manson_115792254826729051.html</link><category>Discos</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 02:54:22 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-115792254826729051</guid><description>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2007/07/eat-me-drink-me-cmeme-bbeme.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RsjRlOmoVoI/AAAAAAAABXs/0nb2Aeu-Awc/s200/eat+me,+drink+me1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100557015502575234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eat Me, Drink Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/06/lest-we-forget-best-of-marilyn-manson.html"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/160/the%20bets%20of.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lest We Forget: The Best of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/09/golden-age-of-grotesque.html"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/160/the%20golden%20age%20of%20grotesque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Golden Age of Grotesque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/09/holy-wood.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/160/holy%20wood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  Holy Wood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="itemTitleLarge"&gt;(In The Shadow of The Valley of Death)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-tour-on-earth.html"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 161px; height: 158px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/160/the%20last%20tour%20on%20earth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  The Last Tour on Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/09/mechanical-animal.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/160/mechanical%20animal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mechanical Animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonarg.blogspot.com/2006/09/mechanical-animal.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/09/antichrist-superstar.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="width: 160px; height: 160px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/160/antichrist%20superstar.jpg" border="0" height="156" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Antichrist Superstar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/09/smells-like-children.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="width: 159px; height: 168px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/200/smell%20like%20children.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Smells Like Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/09/portrait-of-american-family.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/160/portrait%20of%20an%20american%20family.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Portrait of an American Family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-115792254826729051?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-10T08:54:22.684-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqYgNOemTgU/RsjRlOmoVoI/AAAAAAAABXs/0nb2Aeu-Awc/s72-c/eat+me,+drink+me1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/09/discografia-marilyn-manson_115792254826729051.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Golden Age of Grotesque</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/dqgFW_1KY90/golden-age-of-grotesque.html</link><category>Discos</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 13:59:27 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-115784569934123354</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/1024/the%20golden%20age%20of%20grotesque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/400/the%20golden%20age%20of%20grotesque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;01. Theater&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;a href="http://mansonarg.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-new-shit-esta-es-la-nueva.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-new-shit-esta-es-la-nueva.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the New Shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. mOBSCENE&lt;br /&gt;04. Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag&lt;br /&gt;05. Use Your Fist And Not Your Mouth&lt;br /&gt;06. The Golden Age Of Grotesque&lt;br /&gt;07. (s)AINT&lt;br /&gt;08. Ka-Boom Ka-Boom&lt;br /&gt;09. Slutgarden&lt;br /&gt;10. Spade&lt;br /&gt;11. Para-noir&lt;br /&gt;12. The Bright Young Things&lt;br /&gt;13. Better Of Two Evils&lt;br /&gt;14. Vodevil&lt;br /&gt;15. Obsequy (The Death Of Art)&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/05/tainted-love-amor-corrompido.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tainted Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Golden Age of Grotesque es un disco creado por el grupo de rock estadounidense Marilyn Manson. En este disco Manson cambia de estilo, intenta ser cómico. Según sus declaraciones, consideró que ya había dicho todo lo que tenía que decir sobre la religión, la sociedad, etc. y por ello esta vez procuró hacer un disco menos serio, alegre, centrado en el erotismo y en lo irracional. Menciona que se inspiró en el movimiento vanguardista Dadaísmo, que se basaba en conseguir la ausencia total de sentido, mensaje y significado en las creaciones artísticas. Publicado en el 2003 , este álbum trae un "Bonus Track" en forma de versión llamada "Tainted love". Este disco no llego a superar las espectativas que la banda tenía, llegando a vender 4.000.000 de copias en todo el mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Miembros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    * Marilyn Manson: Vocalista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    * John5: Guitarrista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    * Madonna Wayne Gacy: Teclista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    * Tim Skold: Bajista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    * Ginger Fish: Baterista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lanzamiento:  12 de mayo de 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Género:  Rock industrial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Duración:  57:40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Discográficas:  Interscope/Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Productores:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tim Skold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-115784569934123354?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-18T17:59:27.363-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/09/golden-age-of-grotesque.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Mechanical Animals</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/99t-BgXSQ80/mechanical-animal.html</link><category>Discos</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 14:09:09 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-115784461964885450</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/1024/mechanical%20animal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/400/mechanical%20animal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;01. Great Big White World&lt;br /&gt;02. Dope Show&lt;br /&gt;03. Mechanical Animals&lt;br /&gt;04. Rock Is Dead&lt;br /&gt;05. Disassociative&lt;br /&gt;06. Speed of Pain&lt;br /&gt;07. Posthuman&lt;br /&gt;08. I Want to Disappear&lt;br /&gt;09. I Don't Like the Drugs (But the Drugs Like Me)&lt;br /&gt;10. New Model, No. 15&lt;br /&gt;11. User Friendly&lt;br /&gt;12. Fundamentally Loathsome&lt;br /&gt;13.   &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-day-on-earthel-ltimo-da-sobre-la.html"&gt;The last Day on Earth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/06/coma-white-coma-blanco_114969746603842711.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Coma White&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mechanical Animals es el nombre de un disco lanzado en 1998 por el grupo de rock industrial estadounidense Marilyn Manson. El CD contiene unas pinturas hechas por Manson, además de incluir pequeños mensajes solo visibles al colocar el booklet bajo la caja del CD de color azul. Tuvo muy buena aceptación de sus fans , llegando a vender más de 8.000.000 copias en todo el mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Miembros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    * Marilyn Manson: Vocalista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    * Twiggy Ramirez: Bajista , todas las guitarras del disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    * Madonna Wayne Gacy: Teclista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    * Ginger Fish: Baterista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    * John5: Guitarrista en Vivo para la gira "Mechanical Animals".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lanzamiento:  15 de septiembre de 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Género: Industrial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Duración:  62:38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Discográfica: Nothing/Interscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Productores: Michael Beinhorn, Marilyn Manson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-115784461964885450?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-18T18:09:09.551-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/09/mechanical-animal.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Dope Hat (Sombrero Narcótico)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/BvO6BIjFUPU/dope-hat-sombrero-narctico.html</link><category>Letras</category><category>Portrait of an American Family</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2006 17:04:05 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-115755490287545465</guid><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dBvDLZPNLY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://outofmemory.free.fr/radio.blog/sounds/Marilyn Manson - Dope Hat.rbs&amp;colors=body:#000000;border:#FF0000;button:#FF0000;player_text:#FF0000;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sombrero Narcótico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miro dentro del hoyo, lucho por controlarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los niños aman el show, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero se frustran por ver la angustia en mis ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Se frustran por ver la angustia en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Rasguño el borde, dejo que mi mente se rinda&lt;br /&gt;La audiencia comienza a hacer muecas,&lt;br /&gt;pero parecen gritar cuando la oscuridad llena mis ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Parecen gritar cuando mis ojos se llenan de oscuridad,&lt;br /&gt;no es algo peculiar.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrado por ver lo trágico, lo convierten en algo mágico&lt;br /&gt;Mi mejor truco siempre te hará feliz,&lt;br /&gt;pero todos sabemos que es el sombrero el que me lleva.&lt;br /&gt;Mi bolso está en el sombrero, está lleno de esto y de aquello.&lt;br /&gt;Mi visión se pone gorda, el conejo es sólo un mono disfrazado.&lt;br /&gt;Estrellas, píldoras y jeringas danzan ante nuestros ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Pero ellos morderán la mano si es más lenta que la rapidez de sus asombrados ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson2.13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dope Hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peek into the hole i struggle for control&lt;br /&gt;The children love the show but they fail to see the anguish in my&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Fail to see the anguish in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I scratch around the brim i let my mind give in&lt;br /&gt;The crowd begins to grin but they seem to scream when darkness fills&lt;br /&gt;My eyes&lt;br /&gt;Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes it's no surprise&lt;br /&gt;Fail to see the tragic turn it into magic&lt;br /&gt;My big top tricks will always make you happy&lt;br /&gt;But we all know the hat is wearing me&lt;br /&gt;My bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that&lt;br /&gt;My vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise&lt;br /&gt;Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes&lt;br /&gt;They will bite the hand if it is slower than the quickness of their&lt;br /&gt;Scrutinizing eyes Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic&lt;br /&gt;My big top tricks will always make you happy&lt;br /&gt;But we all know the hat is wearing me&lt;br /&gt;Chicanery will always make you happy&lt;br /&gt;But we all know the hat is wearing me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson1.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-115755490287545465?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-09-24T21:04:05.993-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dBvDLZPNLY" length="927" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dBvDLZPNLY" fileSize="927" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> Sombrero Narcótico Miro dentro del hoyo, lucho por controlarme Los niños aman el show, Pero se frustran por ver la angustia en mis ojos, Se frustran por ver la angustia en mis ojos Rasguño el borde, dejo que mi mente se rinda La audiencia comienza a hace</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</itunes:author><itunes:summary> Sombrero Narcótico Miro dentro del hoyo, lucho por controlarme Los niños aman el show, Pero se frustran por ver la angustia en mis ojos, Se frustran por ver la angustia en mis ojos Rasguño el borde, dejo que mi mente se rinda La audiencia comienza a hacer muecas, pero parecen gritar cuando la oscuridad llena mis ojos, Parecen gritar cuando mis ojos se llenan de oscuridad, no es algo peculiar. Frustrado por ver lo trágico, lo convierten en algo mágico Mi mejor truco siempre te hará feliz, pero todos sabemos que es el sombrero el que me lleva. Mi bolso está en el sombrero, está lleno de esto y de aquello. Mi visión se pone gorda, el conejo es sólo un mono disfrazado. Estrellas, píldoras y jeringas danzan ante nuestros ojos. Pero ellos morderán la mano si es más lenta que la rapidez de sus asombrados ojos. Dope Hat I peek into the hole i struggle for control The children love the show but they fail to see the anguish in my Eyes Fail to see the anguish in my eyes I scratch around the brim i let my mind give in The crowd begins to grin but they seem to scream when darkness fills My eyes Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes it's no surprise Fail to see the tragic turn it into magic My big top tricks will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me My bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that My vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes They will bite the hand if it is slower than the quickness of their Scrutinizing eyes Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic My big top tricks will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me Chicanery will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Letras, Portrait of an American Family</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/09/dope-hat-sombrero-narctico.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Angel whit the Scabbed Wings(El Angel De Las Alas Cortadas)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/j_FHqpu_iHI/angel-whit-scabbed-wingsel-angel-de.html</link><category>Letras</category><category>Antichrist Superstar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2006 17:08:05 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-115646604953706722</guid><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmBMx8mVY6E" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El angel de las alas con cortadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Él es el ángel con las alas cortadas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cara de drogado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;quiere empolvar su nariz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Él desflorará la cosecha más fresca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Él secará todos los úteros con sus úlceras de rock'n'roll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muerto, así es cómo está &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Él hace lo que quiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Las cosas que él tiene nunca querrás verlas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lo que tú nunca vas a ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Traza un pequeño ojo de la cerradura para mirar la gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tú no quieres ser él, sólo quieres verlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mamá tiene un espantapájaros, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tiene que dejar que el maíz crezca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;El hombre no puede siempre cosechar todo lo que siembra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Él es el creador" (él es el tomador) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Él es el salvador" (él es el violador) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vuelve, nunca lo vas a dejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vuelve, siempre lo vas a complacer.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson1.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Angel whit the Scabbed Wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is the angel with the scabbed wings&lt;br /&gt;hard-drug face, want to powder his nose&lt;br /&gt;he will deflower the freshest crop&lt;br /&gt;dry up all the wombswith his rock and roll sores&lt;br /&gt;dead&lt;br /&gt;is what he is, he does what he please&lt;br /&gt;the things that he has you'll never want to see&lt;br /&gt;what you're never gonna be now&lt;br /&gt;sketch a little keyholefor looking-glass people&lt;br /&gt;you don't want to be him&lt;br /&gt;you only want to see him&lt;br /&gt;mommy's got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow&lt;br /&gt;man can't always reap what he sow&lt;br /&gt;'he is the maker'&lt;br /&gt;(he is the taker)&lt;br /&gt;'he is the saviour'&lt;br /&gt;(he is the raper)&lt;br /&gt;(verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;get back you're never gonna leave him&lt;br /&gt;get back you're always gonna please him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson2.12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-115646604953706722?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-09-24T21:08:05.043-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmBMx8mVY6E" length="952" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmBMx8mVY6E" fileSize="952" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>El angel de las alas con cortadas Él es el ángel con las alas cortadas, cara de drogado, quiere empolvar su nariz Él desflorará la cosecha más fresca Él secará todos los úteros con sus úlceras de rock'n'roll Muerto, así es cómo está Él hace lo que quiereL</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</itunes:author><itunes:summary>El angel de las alas con cortadas Él es el ángel con las alas cortadas, cara de drogado, quiere empolvar su nariz Él desflorará la cosecha más fresca Él secará todos los úteros con sus úlceras de rock'n'roll Muerto, así es cómo está Él hace lo que quiereLas cosas que él tiene nunca querrás verlasLo que tú nunca vas a serTraza un pequeño ojo de la cerradura para mirar la genteTú no quieres ser él, sólo quieres verloMamá tiene un espantapájaros, tiene que dejar que el maíz crezcaEl hombre no puede siempre cosechar todo lo que siembra "Él es el creador" (él es el tomador) "Él es el salvador" (él es el violador) Vuelve, nunca lo vas a dejarVuelve, siempre lo vas a complacer. Angel whit the Scabbed WingsHe is the angel with the scabbed wings hard-drug face, want to powder his nose he will deflower the freshest crop dry up all the wombswith his rock and roll sores dead is what he is, he does what he please the things that he has you'll never want to see what you're never gonna be now sketch a little keyholefor looking-glass people you don't want to be him you only want to see him mommy's got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow man can't always reap what he sow 'he is the maker' (he is the taker) 'he is the saviour' (he is the raper) (verse 2) (chorus) get back you're never gonna leave him get back you're always gonna please him </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Letras, Antichrist Superstar</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/08/angel-whit-scabbed-wingsel-angel-de.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Nobodies (Los Don Nadie)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/fEB7FdLUqsY/nobodies-los-don-nadie_23.html</link><category>Holy Wood (In the Shadow of the Valley of Death)</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2007 17:49:07 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-4340245380830782499</guid><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yTJ32hihS7Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yTJ32hihS7Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="290" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Los Don Nadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoy estoy sucio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y quiero ser lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mañana, sé que sólo estoy sucio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoy estoy sucio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y quiero ser lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mañana, sé que sólo estoy sucio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somos los don nadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Queremos ser alguien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuando estemos muertos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sabrán quienes somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somos los don nadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Queremos ser alguien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuando estemos muertos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sabrán quienes somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ayer estaba sucio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quería ser lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ahora sé que estoy sucio por siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ayer estaba sucio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quería ser lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ahora sé que estoy sucio por siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somos los don nadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Queremos ser alguien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuando estemos muertos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sabrán quienes somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somos los don nadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Queremos ser alguien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuando estemos muertos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sabrán quienes somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Algunos niños murieron el otro día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alimentamos maquinas y después rezamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vomitados enteros en fe mórbida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Debiste haber visto las noticias ese día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Algunos niños murieron el otro día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alimentamos maquinas y después rezamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vomitados enteros en fe mórbida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Debiste haber visto las noticias ese día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somos los don nadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Queremos ser alguien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuando estemos muertos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sabrán quienes somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somos los don nadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Queremos ser alguien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuando estemos muertos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sabrán quienes somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somos los don nadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Queremos ser alguien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuando estemos muertos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sabrán quienes somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson2.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson2.10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Nobodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm dirty, i want to be pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tomorrow i know i'm just dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today i'm dirty, and i want to be pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tomorrow i know i'm just dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We are the nobodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we want to be somebody's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we're dead, we know just who we are (2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday i was dirty, wanted to be pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i know now that i'm forever dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yesterday i was dirty, wanted to be pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i know now that i'm forever dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We are the nobodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we want to be somebodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we're dead, we know just who we are (2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Some children died the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we fed machinesand then we prayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;beefed up and down, and mortified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you should've seen the ratings that day! (2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We are the nobodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;want to be somebodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we're dead, we know just who we are (3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson1.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson1.6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-4340245380830782499?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-16T21:49:07.015-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/yTJ32hihS7Q" length="938" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/yTJ32hihS7Q" fileSize="938" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> Los Don Nadie Hoy estoy sucio Y quiero ser lindo Mañana, sé que sólo estoy sucio Hoy estoy sucio Y quiero ser lindo Mañana, sé que sólo estoy sucio Somos los don nadie Queremos ser alguien Cuando estemos muertos, Sabrán quienes somos Somos los don nadie </itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</itunes:author><itunes:summary> Los Don Nadie Hoy estoy sucio Y quiero ser lindo Mañana, sé que sólo estoy sucio Hoy estoy sucio Y quiero ser lindo Mañana, sé que sólo estoy sucio Somos los don nadie Queremos ser alguien Cuando estemos muertos, Sabrán quienes somos Somos los don nadie Queremos ser alguien Cuando estemos muertos, Sabrán quienes somos Ayer estaba sucio Quería ser lindo Ahora sé que estoy sucio por siempre Ayer estaba sucio Quería ser lindo Ahora sé que estoy sucio por siempre Somos los don nadie Queremos ser alguien Cuando estemos muertos, Sabrán quienes somos Somos los don nadie Queremos ser alguien Cuando estemos muertos, Sabrán quienes somos Algunos niños murieron el otro día Alimentamos maquinas y después rezamos Vomitados enteros en fe mórbida Debiste haber visto las noticias ese día Algunos niños murieron el otro día Alimentamos maquinas y después rezamos Vomitados enteros en fe mórbida Debiste haber visto las noticias ese día Somos los don nadie Queremos ser alguien Cuando estemos muertos, Sabrán quienes somos Somos los don nadie Queremos ser alguien Cuando estemos muertos, Sabrán quienes somos Somos los don nadie Queremos ser alguien Cuando estemos muertos, Sabrán quienes somos. The Nobodies Today i'm dirty, i want to be pretty tomorrow i know i'm just dirt Today i'm dirty, and i want to be pretty tomorrow i know i'm just dead We are the nobodies we want to be somebody's we're dead, we know just who we are (2x) 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 want to be somebodies we're dead, we know just who we are (2x) Some children died the other day we fed machinesand then we prayed beefed up and down, and mortified you should've seen the ratings that day! (2x) We are the nobodies want to be somebodies we're dead, we know just who we are (3x) </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Holy Wood (In the Shadow of the Valley of Death)</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/08/nobodies-los-don-nadie_23.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Tourniquet (Torniquete)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/ZARvxBBfgzs/tourniquet-torniquete.html</link><category>Letras</category><category>Antichrist Superstar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 15:10:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-115576610316827235</guid><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSKirvv-eWg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Torniquete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella está hecha de pelo y hueso y pequeños dientes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y de cosas que no puedo hablar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece un juguete estropeado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La columna vertebral es sólo una cuerda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envolví nuestro amor en todo este papel de plata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apretado como patas de araña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca quise echarlo a perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero las moscas siempre pondrán sus huevos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descarga en mí tu odio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haz de mi cabeza tu víctima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca creíste en mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy tu torniquete, protésica síntesis con mariposas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Precintado con hilo virgen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si duele, dímelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preserva la inocencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca quise que acabara así,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero las moscas pondrán sus huevos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tourniquet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's made of hair and bone and little teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things i cannot speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes on like a crippled plaything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spine is just a string&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped our love in all this foil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver tight like spider legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted it to ever spoil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But flies will always lay their eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your hatred out on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your victim my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never ever believed in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sealed up with virgin stitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it hurts, just tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preserve the innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted it to end this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But flies will lay their eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-115576610316827235?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-04-03T19:10:00.128-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSKirvv-eWg" length="936" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSKirvv-eWg" fileSize="936" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> Torniquete Ella está hecha de pelo y hueso y pequeños dientes Y de cosas que no puedo hablar Parece un juguete estropeado La columna vertebral es sólo una cuerda Envolví nuestro amor en todo este papel de plata, Apretado como patas de araña Nunca quise e</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</itunes:author><itunes:summary> Torniquete Ella está hecha de pelo y hueso y pequeños dientes Y de cosas que no puedo hablar Parece un juguete estropeado La columna vertebral es sólo una cuerda Envolví nuestro amor en todo este papel de plata, Apretado como patas de araña Nunca quise echarlo a perder Pero las moscas siempre pondrán sus huevos Descarga en mí tu odio Haz de mi cabeza tu víctima Nunca creíste en mí Soy tu torniquete, protésica síntesis con mariposas, Precintado con hilo virgen Si duele, dímelo Preserva la inocencia Nunca quise que acabara así, Pero las moscas pondrán sus huevos. Tourniquet She's made of hair and bone and little teeth And things i cannot speak She comes on like a crippled plaything Spine is just a string I wrapped our love in all this foil Silver tight like spider legs I never wanted it to ever spoil But flies will always lay their eggs Take your hatred out on me Make your victim my head You never ever believed in me I am your tourniquet Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly Sealed up with virgin stitch If it hurts, just tell me Preserve the innocence I never wanted it to end this way But flies will lay their eggs </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Letras, Antichrist Superstar</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/08/tourniquet-torniquete.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Portrait of an American Family</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/zTMQOT6WGns/portrait-of-american-family.html</link><category>Discos</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2007 14:48:48 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-115784410517250247</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/1024/portrait%20of%20an%20american%20family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/400/portrait%20of%20an%20american%20family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;01. Prelude (The Family Trip)&lt;br /&gt;02. Cake and Sodomy&lt;br /&gt;03. Lunchbox&lt;br /&gt;04. Organ Grinder&lt;br /&gt;05. Cyclops&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;a href="http://mansonarg.blogspot.com/2006/09/dope-hat-sombrero-narctico.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dope Hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Get Your Gunn&lt;br /&gt;08. Wrapped in Plastic&lt;br /&gt;09. Dogma&lt;br /&gt;10. Sweet Tooth&lt;br /&gt;11. Snake Eyes and Sissies&lt;br /&gt;12. My Monkey&lt;br /&gt;13. Misery Machine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Portrait of an American Family es el nombre del disco debut del grupo estadounidense de rock industrial Marilyn Manson. Publicado en 1994 llegó a vender 2.500.000 copias en todo el mundo. Contó con la producción del amigo de Marilyn, Trent Reznor, vocalista de la banda Nine Inch Nails, además de la colaboración de Chris Vrenna, baterista de ésta misma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;La letra de una de las canciones (My monkey) contiene fragmentos de una canción del album Lie del asesino múltiple Charles Manson. Al final del disco hay, como añadido, una llamada telefónica de la madre de un fan. en aquélla época el grupo no tenía demasiados fans y al final de los conciertos ofrecían a los fans la posibilidad de dar su dirección y apuntarse a una lista de correo, les enviaban noticias y fotos del grupo. En esta llamada la madre de uno de los chicos exige que no le vuelvan a enviar más "material pornográfico" y advierte que si vuelve a recibir algo llamará a su abogado. La añadieron al final del disco porque les pareció graciosa y es un ejemplo de reacción ante su imagen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;La crítica encontró ofensivo el videoclip de Lunchbox, en el que aparece un niño sufriendo acoso escolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Miembros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   * Daisy Berkowitz: Guitarrista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   * Twiggy Ramirez: Bajista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   * Madonna Wyne Gacy: Teclista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   * Sara Lee Lucas: Baterista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   * Marilyn Manson: Vocalista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lanzamiento:  12 de julio de 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Grabación:  Agosto - Diciembre 1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Género:  Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Duración:  61:01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Discográfica: Nothing Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Productores:  Trent Reznor, Marilyn Manson, Roli Mosimann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-115784410517250247?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-03-31T18:48:48.555-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/09/portrait-of-american-family.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Last Day On Earth(El Último Día Sobre La Tierra )</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/TN4TXJqdfUY/last-day-on-earthel-ltimo-da-sobre-la.html</link><category>Mechanical Animals</category><category>Letras</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 14:32:48 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-115257092185460321</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson3.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson3.6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;El Último Día Sobre La Tierra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer fue hace un millón de años&lt;br /&gt;En todas mis vidas pasadas fui un imbecil&lt;br /&gt;Ahora te he encontrado, es casi demasiado tarde&lt;br /&gt;Y esta tierra parece olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Que estamos temblando en nuestros cimientos&lt;br /&gt;Alto y muerto nuestra piel es cristal&lt;br /&gt;Me siento tan vació aquí sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Crujo y rompo mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Se que es el ultimo día en la tierra&lt;br /&gt;Estaremos juntos mientras el planeta&lt;br /&gt;Se muere&lt;br /&gt;Se que es el ultimo día en la tierra&lt;br /&gt;Nunca diremos adios&lt;br /&gt;Los perros se matan a si mismos suavemente&lt;br /&gt;El amor quema a sus victimas&lt;br /&gt;Somos módulos proveedores dañados&lt;br /&gt;Derrama las semillas a los pies de nuestros hijos&lt;br /&gt;Me siento tan vacío aquí sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Se que me quieren muerto&lt;br /&gt;Se que es el ultimo día en la tierra&lt;br /&gt;Estaremos juntos mientras el planeta&lt;br /&gt;Se muere&lt;br /&gt;Se que es el ultimo día en la tierra&lt;br /&gt;Nunca diremos a dios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson1.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson1.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Last Day On Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;esterday was a million years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In all my past lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I played an asshole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now I found you, it's almost too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And this earth seems obliviating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We are trembling in our crutches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;High and dead our skin is glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so empty here without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I crack and split my xerox hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know it's the last day on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We'll be together while the planet dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know it's the last day on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We'll never say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The dogs slaughter each other softly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love burns it's casualties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We are damaged provider modules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spill the seeds at our children's feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so empty here without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know they want me dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know it's the last day on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson4.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-115257092185460321?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-18T18:32:48.531-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-day-on-earthel-ltimo-da-sobre-la.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Coma Black (Coma Negro)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/D7II0rwly_Q/coma-black-coma-negro.html</link><category>Holy Wood (In the Shadow of the Valley of Death)</category><category>Letras</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jun 2007 16:37:15 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-115232040743129048</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://celineallais.free.fr/radio.blog/sounds/Marilyn Manson - Coma black.rbs&amp;colors=body:#000000;border:#FF0000;button:#FF0000;player_text:#FF0000;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coma Negro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mi boca era una cuna y estaba criando mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Yo no sabia lo que era el amor en ese día&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón tiene un pequeño cuajo de sangre&lt;br /&gt;Que yo toqué&lt;br /&gt;Nunca sana nunca se va&lt;br /&gt;Quemé todas las cosas buenas en el ojo del edén&lt;br /&gt;Éramos muy tontos para correr,&lt;br /&gt;estábamos muy muertos para morir&lt;br /&gt;Este nunca fue mi mundo&lt;br /&gt;Se llevaron al ángel&lt;br /&gt;Me mataría para hacerlos pagar a todos&lt;br /&gt;Le habría dicho entonces&lt;br /&gt;Que ella era la única cosa&lt;br /&gt;Que podría amar en este mundo moribundo&lt;br /&gt;Pero la simple palabra "amor"&lt;br /&gt;Ya había muerto y se fue.&lt;br /&gt;Su corazón es un huevo ensangrentado&lt;br /&gt;Al que no manejamos con cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Esta roto y sangrando&lt;br /&gt;Y nunca lo podremos reparar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson2.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coma Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My mouth was a crib And it was growing lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't know what love was on that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her hearts a tiny blood clot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I picked at it, it never heals, it never goes away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Burn all the good things in the eden eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We were too dumb to run, too dead to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Burn all the good things in the eden eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We were too dumb to run, too dead to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This was never my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You took the angel away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I killed my self to make everybody pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This was never my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You took the angel away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I killed my self to make everybody pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I would've told her then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She was the only thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That I could love, in this dying world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But the simple word, of love itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Already died and went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This was never my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You took the angel away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I killed my self to make everybody pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This was never my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You took the angel away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I killed my self to make everybody pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Burn all the good things in the eden eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We were too dumb to run, too dead to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Burn all the good things in the eden eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We were too dumb to run, too dead to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This was never my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You took the angel away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I killed my self to make everybody pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This was never my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You took the angel away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I killed my self to make everybody pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This was never my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You took the angel away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I killed my self to make everybody pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This was never my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You took the angel away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I killed my self to make everybody pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Our hearts a bloodstained egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We didn't handle with care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's broken and bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And we could never repair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Our hearts a bloodstained egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We didn't handle with care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's broken and bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And we could never repair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And we can never repair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/320/manson3.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-115232040743129048?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-17T20:37:15.146-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><enclosure url="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" length="5482" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" fileSize="5482" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle> Coma Negro Mi boca era una cuna y estaba criando mentiras Yo no sabia lo que era el amor en ese día Mi corazón tiene un pequeño cuajo de sangre Que yo toqué Nunca sana nunca se va Quemé todas las cosas buenas en el ojo del edén Éramos muy tontos para cor</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</itunes:author><itunes:summary> Coma Negro Mi boca era una cuna y estaba criando mentiras Yo no sabia lo que era el amor en ese día Mi corazón tiene un pequeño cuajo de sangre Que yo toqué Nunca sana nunca se va Quemé todas las cosas buenas en el ojo del edén Éramos muy tontos para correr, estábamos muy muertos para morir Este nunca fue mi mundo Se llevaron al ángel Me mataría para hacerlos pagar a todos Le habría dicho entonces Que ella era la única cosa Que podría amar en este mundo moribundo Pero la simple palabra "amor" Ya había muerto y se fue. Su corazón es un huevo ensangrentado Al que no manejamos con cuidado Esta roto y sangrando Y nunca lo podremos reparar Coma Black My mouth was a crib And it was growing lies I didn't know what love was on that day Her hearts a tiny blood clot I picked at it, it never heals, it never goes away Burn all the good things in the eden eye We were too dumb to run, too dead to die Burn all the good things in the eden eye We were too dumb to run, too dead to die This was never my world You took the angel away I killed my self to make everybody pay This was never my world You took the angel away I killed my self to make everybody pay I would've told her then She was the only thing That I could love, in this dying world But the simple word, of love itself Already died and went away This was never my world You took the angel away I killed my self to make everybody pay This was never my world You took the angel away I killed my self to make everybody pay Burn all the good things in the eden eye We were too dumb to run, too dead to die Burn all the good things in the eden eye We were too dumb to run, too dead to die This was never my world You took the angel away I killed my self to make everybody pay This was never my world You took the angel away I killed my self to make everybody pay This was never my world You took the angel away I killed my self to make everybody pay This was never my world You took the angel away I killed my self to make everybody pay Our hearts a bloodstained egg We didn't handle with care It's broken and bleeding And we could never repair Our hearts a bloodstained egg We didn't handle with care It's broken and bleeding And we could never repair And we can never repair </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Holy Wood (In the Shadow of the Valley of Death), Letras</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/07/coma-black-coma-negro.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Lest We Forget The Best of</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mansonear/~3/7s7PpGWOoCM/lest-we-forget-best-of-marilyn-manson.html</link><category>Discos</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Llampu)</author><pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2007 08:14:05 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23916180.post-115016284767777602</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/1024/manson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6821/2476/400/manson1.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;01 - The Love Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;02 - Personal Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;03 - mOBSCENE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;04 - &lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/05/fight-song-la-cancin-de-lucha.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Fight Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/05/fight-song-la-cancin-de-lucha.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;05 - &lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/05/tainted-love-amor-corrompido.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tainted Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/05/tainted-love-amor-corrompido.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;06 - The Dope Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;07 - &lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-new-shit-esta-es-la-nueva.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This Is the New Shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-new-shit-esta-es-la-nueva.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;08 - &lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/05/disposable-teens-adolescentes.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Disposable Teens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/05/disposable-teens-adolescentes.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;09 - &lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/04/sweet-dreams-dulces-sueos.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/04/sweet-dreams-dulces-sueos.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10 - Lunchbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11 - &lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/08/tourniquet-torniquete.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tourniquet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/08/tourniquet-torniquete.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12 - Rock Is Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13 - Get Your Gunn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14 - &lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/08/nobodies-los-don-nadie.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Nobodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/08/nobodies-los-don-nadie.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15 - &lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-hard-road-out-of-hell-el-duro-y.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Long Hard Road Out of Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-hard-road-out-of-hell-el-duro-y.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16 - &lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/03/beautiful-people-la-gente-bella.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Beautiful People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/03/beautiful-people-la-gente-bella.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17 - The Reflecting God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lest We Forget es un recopilatorio lanzado por el grupo de rock industrial estadounidense Marilyn Manson en el 2004. El disco incluye sus éxitos, una versión de "Personal Jesus" de Depeche Mode y una canción que apareció en la película "Spawn" de 1997, "Long Hard Road Out Of Hell".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Miembros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    * Marilyn Manson: Vocalista y Guitarra en Personal Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    * Tim Skold: Bajista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    * Madonna Wayne Gacy: Teclista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    * Ginger Fish: Baterista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lanzamiento:  28 de septiembre de 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Género:  Rock industrial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Duración:  52:53&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Discográfica: Interscope Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Productores:  Marilyn Manson, Tim Skold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23916180-115016284767777602?l=mansonear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-15T12:14:05.421-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mansonear.blogspot.com/2006/06/lest-we-forget-best-of-marilyn-manson.html</feedburner:origLink></item><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

