Been around long enough to see dope hat and bought portrait the day after it came out. Have been a fan from the jump and still love it! I went to a Xian school but never believed and Manson was the first person to make me feel ok about it. If not for him, I'd have probably killed myself in my teenage years and here I am now 43 and still listening.
I Love his art-music, but I wouldn't trust the man as far as I could throw him. I've been listening since Portrait, read the autobio, read and watched all the interviews up until about 2006. He's still a sick. Look up his role in Keanu Reeves gf's car crash, and then he had the nerve to make that song "Car Crash Away" about it, I think that's the name.
Yep been listening to mason since 1996 and now I’m 45 his music is a lifetime of understanding like a fine wine gets better over time I have every cd listen to him weekly and yes his music has always been a crutch in rough life I’m glad he had a rough life too I wouldn’t trade my life in for anything experience is expensive
Its like David Bowie and Alice Cooper had a baby. A total masterpiece. It takes you to a Dark place where where all the people who had their hearts ripped out are. Sad and relatable for many of us
Well, I'm 54, and I still love his music, and you never outgrow the things you enjoy, you may just find things are worth enjoying , more often. Because life can be a real shit biscuit, somedays.
Symbolically speaking ladies, you tear out a man's heart over time, leave him to his devices and to his work alone, this is what he becomes. A non-stop working machine, surviving only off of logic and calculations.
Mechanical Animals was the first Manson album I bought right as it came out. I was eleven. I'm 37 now and despite my grandma's hope, it was not a phase. 😂 Each one of his albums feels like a time capsule for me, making me remember what I was doing and what was happening at the time. His music is my antidepressant in a way that even my favorite artists just can't come close to. I don't know why. It's always been that way for me. He soothes my soul no matter how painfully corny that sounds. Lmao Maybe it's because he was a fucked up kid from small town Ohio who had a mentally ill mom and had to figure out early how dark and fucked up life can be just like I was and so many others like me. He has always been there to remind me no matter what, there's always light at the end of the tunnel. 😊
Sorry, about the self-reflective reply... I am 43 years old here and can relate to what you said. A kid was made by his mother to trash an anti-Christ superstar CD, I gladly accepted it rather than the garbage it was destined for. Later that week on Friday or a Saturday, I played it for my Father and his friend. They were listening to rock and roll, and I suggested they try this. They happily put on Anti-Christ Superstar once an AC/DC song was finished (AC/DC is my father's favorite band) and we all listened to all of the Anti-Christ Superstar from beginning to end, not skipping a single song in the family room which was equipped with a sizable sound system. We were all gripped by its intensity, provocative lyrics, and memorizing hard industrious-infused rock. It was epic and I was just a young boy. A memory, a very favorable memory of my father, the other was when I was playing farm baseball and he came out to hit some line drives, and grounders for me to field while sometimes diving from shortstop to toss from a standing position or on my knees, or while on the ground to first base to my brother. A few years later, I was playing with young men in a full-size field when I was 12.5 years old, while my brother (7 years older) played AAA baseball but we'd practice together. He'd make me play no matter the weather and I'd get it from him if I flinched or backed off while fielding or batting from his hits or pitches. Otherwise, my father was working his butt off or partying, no in-between most of the time. In that respect, I was fortunate to have such an open minded father where the friend whom I procured the CD from was forced to toss it out on the otherside of things my father was rocking out to marylyn with his pre-pubescent son. However, the downside is that my fathers open mindedness lended itself to drug use which my brother picked up. I rebelled against it and believed in moderation. However, my family did not care for moderation and they knew one speed, GO and YES. I later struggled with it in my early adult years and realized that wasn't the path I wanted for myself, cold turkey and moved on from it. I always wondered how other people in this type of situation faired or how they coped with it. I mostly just accepted that was the hand I was dealt and I did the best I could with it. My other favorite memory of my father is when I spent time with him just before he passed from cancer, he was sober and it was time well spent. I was with him 24/7 for good chunk of time before cancer got him. He died in my arms as I wept, and then I cried uncontrollably. I do miss my father, he was a very smart man but consumed by his childhoods demons that almost swallowed him whole. All I have to say is fuck the foster care system and fuck the church. His father died in WWII as a paratrooper, he was shot out of the sky and he is buried over seas. My grandma died shortly after from some sort of sickness. My fathers family was supposed to take him in but they the burden of a child was too much and he was put in the foster system where he was molested along with his sister and then made to hand out fliers for the local church in front of bars to "save" people. The dark comedy of all of this is that according to a DNA test I am mostly german 86%. I like to think my ancestors got out of Germany as they saw the writing on the wall. Generational war trauma they call it. Back to my original thought, I listened to portrait for the first time while traveling to Santa Cruz with a friend and then later stumbled across Anti-Christ Superstar. The first time I heard Manson was portrait but the first CD I owned was Antichrist super star.
People who write and perform actual music. Not stealing some cover melody and taking a total dump on it. I know the majority of music industry is crap.
This video struck home with me Marilyn. I am becoming the tin man. Doing everything I can to provide for the one I love. But this showed by going the way I am I'm not providing the one thing she wants and needs from me. I might have lost her and been stuck in the woods frozen in that moment where I lost what I love the most. Where I lost what it was all about to begin with. Thank you man. I owe a debt.
We have a tin man figure hanging in our jam shed. It has been there for years. Sometimes when the band is in a turmoil state of disagreement....we grab the tin man and each has the tin man for 5 minutes or so to state his issue. The tin man gets passed around as required. Same guys have been going more than a decade (except multiple drummers aka Spinal Tap). We are brothers in spite of our personal things. I saw this video suddenly tonight and it hit me that we all have common ground. Many with common issues. Sometimes stopping to breathe is the biggest one. The point is that Oz never gave nothing to the Tin Man.....that he didn't already have
Somehow on the choir class in middle school I ended up playing the Tin Man. I was so freaking shy and introverted I could barely stand in my own skin but somehow it's currently a fond memory in my past life. Fuckingheartless
Worst concert ever. I came with big expectations, but Manson showed up drunk (or high). He just went through the motions without any passion, didn’t address the public and created zero atmosphere. He had the knife/mike and the 10 foot stilts, but it all didn’t work that night.
One of the bad boys with untended agony…made of steel with the sad heart of gold. Even if I share this song I will be unseen. Thanks MM and all who have posted here for the words I can say yet still be unheard.
@@HeatherDavis-k9b thanks for the kind words. Of course we are never truly alone, it’s that wretched feeling of passing suffering invisibly beneath the eyes of the person or persons who we need to See and Respond to our pain. That core feeling is the path of feeling empty, alone…unseen. Peace to you.
When you were asked a question by Michael Moore when he wanted to know what you would tell the Columbine shooters if you could tell them something, you replied "I wouldn't say anything to them I'd listened to what they have to say because that's what no one ever did" Never before have I ever seen somebody answer a question so brightly, I respected you so much for the answer what's the most compassionate statement I had ever heard. And I'll always respect you for the good that's in you, I'm sorry if I'm responsible for fueling your hate, hopefully one day my apology you take. I'm sorry I couldn't make you love me, but rather responsible for the hate you carry. Marilyn you have to learn to that s*** go. Do you have no idea how happy I was to see you join Justin Bieber and Kanye in a moment of prayer. I was so happy for you I literally brought me to tears. I saw that at such a victory, I felt like Satan just got kicked in the face play one of his players was taken away from him. I hope you find your way back to lordi. I won't give up on you bro, I know God will save you,
Strangest set of comments I’ve ever seen. There are no replies, only comments, so I guess people are afraid to reply to others comments, which is surprising these days, but let me say to those that say this video nakes no sense. It makes perfect sense and perfectly reflects the lyrics. The video is completely awesome and should make everyone take a step back and ask themselves what or who they are actually working for…
People, hug your men. It's not toxic masculinity, it's unattended agony. Nobody just decides to shut off for no reason. And it's not because men aren't in touch with our feelings or because we're taught that feelings are stupid. It's because our feelings are far more intense than non men can imagine. Women don't feel more than men by default. Men are by far the more passionate sex. Women just voice it more. Men grow up with such intense feelings, especially about love and connection. You have no idea the pain and pressure a good nan endures to stay sane. Especially today when we're being blamed for everything and watching the women get indoctrinated into hating us by hollywood. And the bad men get all the attention, because everyone likes the bad boy. We want what you want. And we'll go through hell to make it happen, because we're wired for passion. Trust me people. Hug your men. I'm telling you. Before it's too late. - one of the good ones.
You hit the nail directly on the head. Nobody stops and thinks for a second how much good men go through on a daily basis especially those who are the soul providers of a family. I wrote in my journal what u have written about " hug our men before it's too late" , so I can remember to always hug my husband when I feel I'm failing as partner to know he's always gonna be strong for me when I'm weak. I have one of the rare great ones. They don't make men the way mine is anymore.❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤💯💯💯💯🔥
You know acting as if... I would agree with that I am a real good man like a Tim McGraw song... Of course for every lover there is a lot of haters ain't there real lovers don't worry about haters by Tom and Donald said haters gonna hate...
I'm clean of Heroin for 13 yrs ...I've learned unfortunately addiction is a beast that needs to be fed ..addiction don't care what color you are ..don't care bout your background...everybody out there struggling ..just get through today and we will work on tommarow
The Speed of Pain When you want it, goes away too fast Times you hate it always seem to last Just remember, when you think you're free The crack inside your fucking heart is me I wanna outrace the speed of pain For another day I wanna outrace the speed of pain For another day I wish I could sleep, but I can't lay on my back 'Cause there's a knife for every day that I've known you
Tragic and beautiful. MM has been through some serious shit these these past few years from a particular woman who tried to destroy him with obvious lies and deception. Men feel so much more than our society allows them to. Remember that. We need to let them feel and express it so that they don't end up like the Tin Man, stuck. Don't stifle him and use him for personal gain. 💜
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I was never a fan of Manson...until I listened to his music. I realized as far as musicians go, he is quite a genius . In his catalog he has created 3 masterpieces. I am a huge fan.
I was probably one of the biggest manson fans as a teen and early adult. Even so I listened to bands like orgy and msi who had similar sounds. Manson songs have emotion behind them he's a pure genius and when he was all drugged up and dealing with his addictions he went downhill......this song shows he's back and better than ever. When manson put effort in his stuff touches you in a way that's indescribable......something about this songs reminds me of tourniquet which was one of my absolute favorites
@tbone82 - from tbone84 03 - i grew up poor. Between 2 evil sisters and mom was mean to dad. Kept him chopping day and night, to keep him from me, kept me locked in my room with toys and guilt, bc of the starving kids in Africa. Truth is, she was always a malevolent psychopath. Was easy for her to create a coven with my sister, (if they are) but she could never turn dad or me, just isolate and shame us into machines of production; because we weren't her idea of perfect (hateful thieving clever vampire dandy hyenas), we could not comply. Healthy men do not have the hardware, therefore cannot support the software to be, not good and giving and family focused. She found ways though, with her hate over time,to poison and corrupt our view of self to be pitiful and undeserving. I made it out and over-compensated somewhat, to prove to myself it wasn't true. My dad (if he is) is still there as far as i know. Somehow, and i can only remember back to 5yrs old, i understood that they were not normal, that people should love and help each other, and not be mean. I begged god to give me a new family if he couldn't fix mine, but all i could do was get away as fast as possible and work so hard that i would never be trapped anywhere. Then i met an Angel. We had a surprise, i said not yet, it won't be fair to do that to a child, we have nothing, we will all struggle. We had another surprise, she said i could go but they will stay, it's okay. A thought for a week like a fool and apologized for having to think, and said im not good enough yet but i will do everything i can, if you'll let me. But - you must not waste our lives with needless shopping, or turn mad and hateful towards me, our house must be a place of peace and sanctuary from a mad world, somewhere a child can grow slowly, in safety and love. If that, then i would be honored, and there will be hard times, but we mustn't quit each other. If that, then we will have a fun adventure, give the world something beautiful, and know looking back, it was worth it. I had no dilutions, and knew real from fantasy. Only too well. So i worked. And worked. And worked more, so they would not know lack. I did not understand they could miss me, or want my company. I had only ever understood myself to be a burden, my value was to sacrifice my body and time for the comfort of female, consume only the minimum necessary for continuing production, and be grateful to have glory to look upon. So i saw my love and self and hours as a good thing to gift, even if only to my two sweet beautiful angel's Caprice - if that meant, for a few hours a week, i'd be graced with being let see them smile, be in their prescence, and even have them speak to me a bit, or occasionally play a little game or go for a walk, if i could force my body to somehow give just a few more hours, that i might enjoy, before going back to the giving. It was beautiful. Their smiles. They were proud of me, my girls. Such a hard worker. It gave me the fuel to work harder than any 3 men working together next to me, for longer than they could last. Something wasn't right inside me, or out there, i knew that. But i would not see them struggle like i had too, or think that it hurt me in any way. I wanted to be their hero. It was a painful heaven for me, for the first ten years, and so much better than i had ever known. I looked down on others that couldn't work like i could to provide. I did not know there was anything more i could provide, than that. My own sweet angels, that i would die for any day, that it was my honor to grind my body to ragged pieces long before it's time for, that i would give all a machine could give, to see them smiling so prettily, in comfort, began to think i didn't want them. To think i saw them as burden, that i was self destructing just to get away from them. That i hated them, that's why i was angry at the world's injustice to have to work so hard to have so little. I did not know that every time i left for the week to have something to bring home for them, my mother and sisters and few male friends of 20 years from highschool would suddenly appear and tell her how terrible i was, and to keep me grinding myself against the world, i don't deserve to ever come home, and they should all go waste everything i managed to provide, behind my back, while laughing at me about it. I didn't know. I couldn't see. I never asked. When i did, i was called an idiot and told i better start being more grateful, or they would take my love and my little girl from me. I would have done anything for a few more hours in the quaint little peaceful home that my love built. There was rage in my heart to see that no matter what i did, there would never be nearly as much left for me, as there was for everyone else. But for the short times i got to finally be in what i thought was our home, and lives together, it seemed worth it, because somewhere in the world, someone has less than me. So every day i tried to give more, because i still had shoes and food, and they still didn't have the most. I did not know the life i was, that existed for a few hours a day, a day or two each week - was barely tolerated, a pathetic joke, and hardly worth even that. For them to know only ease and plenty and comfort and safety and gaity, and to not even be able to comprehend what struggle or want or lack or suffering or pain actually is. To not have the capacity to understand those things in any kind of real measure or perspective. Those vile vacuose villainous bottomless holes that could never drain me of my goodness or giving, eventually converted my darlings, my dearest things, my only and every reason for anything - into cancerous stinging pits like themselves. Their wanton waste combined, eventually, as their numbers and appetites grew, proved more than i could feed. An entire platoon's worth of production, one man that could not stop even for himself, fueled by love and the dream that one day i would be told i did a good job, and i was worth it; finally found enough torque and steam to grind my gearboxes to pieces, and crumpled into a heap. They celebrated and cheered and laughed and shouted in victory. Stupid boy. Thinking you were better than us. That you could provide everything to us all and take nothing, not even ask, do more for longer, alone, than the rest of us together as a team, not even challenge us to try to provide for ourselves. Just keep going in acknowledgement that we couldn't even come close to your ability and generosity if we tried, and work yourself to death quietly and kindly, happy to see us smiling as we drained you dry. You little idiot. We're glad you're dead. Now we don't have to think about you out there slowly killing yourself for us, while we secretly play and relax and laugh at you, here in comfort in your very own home, that you built to have a nice little life in, unlike the one you tried escaping from. We'll make you famous for daring to be better than the worst, where you came from, thinking you could make something decent, that was worth tolerating the thought of you out there trying. Damned little fool. I want to believe that sometimes in the beginning, when i was just a cute strong guy that thought he would try real hard to make something; that maybe those 2 angels liked me a little. That maybe sometimes they said "wow, look at him go" or "he's not too bad, really, out of everyone". But i don't know. I believed if i kept trying harder, someday i might be able to break even. I hoped they weren't too disappointed in giving me a shot till then. People would compliment me sometimes, on different things. Mostly on how hard i was trying, whatever it was i was trying to do. Just make my girls happy i said, so they wouldn't suffer like i did. It wasn't for glory, or disgust. I really believed that, in my heart. That i could do something good. I should have drank myself to death 20 years ago like i was trying. I knew i wasn't worth it, just like everyone said. I still haven't even been able to finish myself off, can't even figure that one out. I have no one now to even work for, nothing to even show that i worked at all. They took everything. Kept the big expensive things so they wouldn't have to replace them, and destroyed the rest. Anything that was of me in any way. Threw my clothes and tools in a heap in an old shed back in a corner; if i was ever stupid enough to try again, they saved those to torture me with. Tease me about, give me little crumbs of occasionally, so i would keep coming back for their taunting and punishment. And i do. I don't know what else to do. Just keep working and say please and thank you and be damned fool enough to think i can do something good someday. Like an idiot that won't die. I don't know why they tolerate it, i don't even like it anymore. I don't know if there's even any other way it can be, honestly. I'm so tired it doesn't even bother hardly anymore. And i still love them with all my little crumpled black scrap of broken heart. That's not what animates me, i can't give something nobody wants. I guess there's nothing else to do, until i finally stop for good someday. There we go. That'll be good enough. Till then - i still carry the memories, and my love for them with me always. That allowed me that grace, somehow. Maybe that's why i can't stop. As long as i keep going, a little piece of what i thought could be, of what i thought existed for a while, carries on, inside of me. If i don't stop, it can't be erased.
Well, welcome to womanhood, guys! We have shit lives. You guys treat us like kleenex, but the first woman who hands it back to you; you pine for the loss of your virtue. If only one man existed with a real heart... they don't exist. Not, at least, in this Godforsaken state, where I am. Why love? Why? No point anymore. Less humiliation.
It has been ages since I've listened to Manson. They have released a lot I have yet to hear. In saying this, I didn't even realize at first that this is two songs blended together. Almost sounds as though broken needle is an interlude or something to into the fire
great song and music video. thanks Marilyn. Regards. 💪😌💕 .. it's very strange that this video appeared at the moment in my life that I am currently in.
Marilyn Manson did not make this video or collaborate it. A fan put this together. Just to let you know. It was a great recognition on this persons part to correlate MM song to the theme of this short film. The original video helps explain what is going on and is narrated to express the intent of its creation. I’m sure MM appreciates being associated with this well made video and story though. Both MM and Brandon McCormick are great artists.
Someone I knew introduced me to Marilyn Manson ... I must've heard "Beautiful People" 20 times that night, we stayed up all hours of the night, listing to Marilyn Manson (at his parents house)
Haven’t listen to Manson much since all the drama. This is awesome tho I actually forgot how much I love his music. These were some of my favorite songs.
Something about his songs/lyrics for many many many years just absolutely mesmerize me. Have been to see him many of times there have been many bad times but the good ones where he didn’t walk off stage after 3 songs were absolutely amazing shows. Love the new stuff keep them coming 👍🏼👍🏼🥰
Somebody needs to get a dolly and find the tinman and wheel him to his wife shown in the video. He made the mistake of trying to beat the woods into submission and became one with them, now he needs help making it back to his wife. This is a super important love quest, and he needs the help of the community to re-unite with his lover.
I've been listening to Manson sience , before 1996, yea I'm 42 but I rocked since age 7, I thought that it was all over After Mechanical Animals, I'm releaved
А я с 97.... В то время я плотно сидел на химии из мака и опии... Вы там в Штатах наверно не в курсе, что из мака и опия мы делали раствор в сто раз круче чем этот героин...
I've been trying to avoid his posing music. Music for posers let's call them all "soft contemporary rockers" Burzum or Toxic Holocaust are good bands for any poor young people looking for real music.
French : je vois les commentaires, américains, j'écoute Marilyn Manson depuis mes 14 ans. J'ai 35 ans, aujourd'hui. Il y a un impacte réel sur les pensées aujourd'hui, son évolution, musicale, fait réfléchir. Je ne partage pas ses pensées, il joue juste de la bonne musique, il est vieux, il est temps de s'arrêter ! Je peux comprends cette incompréhension, mais, en 1990 ... c'était une référence! Il était IN
Mimicked as my own life, Frozen within myself wondering, wandering through this life's duties, eventually I transform into an empty tank, void of your love, as time carries the day, you may return, but within mine own eyes I have become unrecognizable. as Rust decays me. All I need to begin again is the oil of your Love, To penetrate my corrosion, I am still here....
and after all these years, I still fucking love Marilyn Manson. Thanks for not dying yet.
Damned Skippy. He hasn't ever let us down.
Just like me !!I am fond of Him !!😱🤪🤩😍
Just like me !!I am fond of Him !!😱🤪🤩😍I Hope He wil never die 🥵🥶😳🥺😩😱
@@traceypedigo6405oups !!!Help !!too much afraid and scared to listen that!!!😳😱🤘🙏🤜🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞MManson will never die He is GOD ☠️😈
@@mariechristinemoulet3160 awe, you can't spell.
Been listening to manson since '96 am 43 now still one of my favorites. His words got me through a lot back in the day. Thank you.
2000- 2024 I'm 30 and I love this guy!
Same here but I was 14.
Mechanical Animals got me through some hard times.
I've loved all of his career but that one stands out because of the shear creativity.
I’m a fan since 95’.
Been around long enough to see dope hat and bought portrait the day after it came out. Have been a fan from the jump and still love it! I went to a Xian school but never believed and Manson was the first person to make me feel ok about it. If not for him, I'd have probably killed myself in my teenage years and here I am now 43 and still listening.
If you look past the makeup & all the dark sinister themes, you'll find a true artist with deep emotional songs.
Don't even have to do that to see the true artist he really is. I love Marilyn just the way he is. Wouldn't change a thing about him.
I Love his art-music, but I wouldn't trust the man as far as I could throw him. I've been listening since Portrait, read the autobio, read and watched all the interviews up until about 2006. He's still a sick. Look up his role in Keanu Reeves gf's car crash, and then he had the nerve to make that song "Car Crash Away" about it, I think that's the name.
Interesting, I will look into that.@@marilyngregor1696
True but I love his makeup .
That's who is ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Love him and his music.
Got me through ALOT !!!
I'm 60yrs and still think that Marilyn Manson fucking rocks!
Not that odd! What were you? 35 when he first came out? Brian Warners 55 now! I was 16 when he came out. Im 45 now....
will be 70 next year, LOVELOVELOVE MM - Epic Music is not bound by ANY BORDERS, age, sex...blah, blah, blah, diminish🖤🔪🫀🗡🖤
@contritisumus very true!!! I'm 56 n love his music. Alot of people can't stand him but I have always loved him.
@@neilolsen342I've been listening to him since I was 23 or 24 and I'm 56 now.
55 here. Been listening to him since the 90s. I love how it feels like we have all grown together.
I still respect Mr.Manson , despite the past dramas and controversies and bad publicity. He still perseveres no matter what life throws at him.
Yep been listening to mason since 1996 and now I’m 45 his music is a lifetime of understanding like a fine wine gets better over time I have every cd listen to him weekly and yes his music has always been a crutch in rough life I’m glad he had a rough life too I wouldn’t trade my life in for anything experience is expensive
Me too, and I'm 69yrs old
Its like David Bowie and Alice Cooper had a baby. A total masterpiece. It takes you to a Dark place where where all the people who had their hearts ripped out are. Sad and relatable for many of us
You mean...Iron Man?
You guys ever heard of a band called Black Sabbath?
Hold tight, lil monkeys. They might hurt your ears. Lolol. Sorry, I couldn't help it.
this is def some of his best work. and you absolutely nailed it
Listening to new Manson hits the same whether it be 17 or 37.
Well, I'm 54, and I still love his music, and you never outgrow the things you enjoy, you may just find things are worth enjoying , more often. Because life can be a real shit biscuit, somedays.
Listening to it on both ends myself. I completely agree.
I couldn't agree more, I'm 37, and have been listening to Manson since I was 11🖤
37 and still going ever since I was 11
For me it was 35 to now,57...Love this dark Lord.
Symbolically speaking ladies, you tear out a man's heart over time, leave him to his devices and to his work alone, this is what he becomes. A non-stop working machine, surviving only off of logic and calculations.
And beer, whiskey and smokes.
@@paulfields5309 MEAT also
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Well spoken Thugzilla. Gives me the same vibe as The Becoming (NIN).
Truer words we're never spoken @thugzilla90
I think Marilyn Manson is one of the better singers out there today. When I put this video on I can’t help but sit down and watch it. 😮😢
Listening to this band since Portrait of an American Family. Now 65 y.o. and I still get to rock to new MM!! Killer.
65 as well. It's been a hell of a ride!
I appreciate you couple of fossils 👍
Mechanical Animals was the first Manson album I bought right as it came out. I was eleven. I'm 37 now and despite my grandma's hope, it was not a phase. 😂 Each one of his albums feels like a time capsule for me, making me remember what I was doing and what was happening at the time. His music is my antidepressant in a way that even my favorite artists just can't come close to. I don't know why. It's always been that way for me. He soothes my soul no matter how painfully corny that sounds. Lmao Maybe it's because he was a fucked up kid from small town Ohio who had a mentally ill mom and had to figure out early how dark and fucked up life can be just like I was and so many others like me. He has always been there to remind me no matter what, there's always light at the end of the tunnel. 😊
Sorry, about the self-reflective reply... I am 43 years old here and can relate to what you said. A kid was made by his mother to trash an anti-Christ superstar CD, I gladly accepted it rather than the garbage it was destined for. Later that week on Friday or a Saturday, I played it for my Father and his friend. They were listening to rock and roll, and I suggested they try this. They happily put on Anti-Christ Superstar once an AC/DC song was finished (AC/DC is my father's favorite band) and we all listened to all of the Anti-Christ Superstar from beginning to end, not skipping a single song in the family room which was equipped with a sizable sound system. We were all gripped by its intensity, provocative lyrics, and memorizing hard industrious-infused rock. It was epic and I was just a young boy. A memory, a very favorable memory of my father, the other was when I was playing farm baseball and he came out to hit some line drives, and grounders for me to field while sometimes diving from shortstop to toss from a standing position or on my knees, or while on the ground to first base to my brother. A few years later, I was playing with young men in a full-size field when I was 12.5 years old, while my brother (7 years older) played AAA baseball but we'd practice together. He'd make me play no matter the weather and I'd get it from him if I flinched or backed off while fielding or batting from his hits or pitches. Otherwise, my father was working his butt off or partying, no in-between most of the time. In that respect, I was fortunate to have such an open minded father where the friend whom I procured the CD from was forced to toss it out on the otherside of things my father was rocking out to marylyn with his pre-pubescent son. However, the downside is that my fathers open mindedness lended itself to drug use which my brother picked up. I rebelled against it and believed in moderation. However, my family did not care for moderation and they knew one speed, GO and YES. I later struggled with it in my early adult years and realized that wasn't the path I wanted for myself, cold turkey and moved on from it. I always wondered how other people in this type of situation faired or how they coped with it. I mostly just accepted that was the hand I was dealt and I did the best I could with it. My other favorite memory of my father is when I spent time with him just before he passed from cancer, he was sober and it was time well spent. I was with him 24/7 for good chunk of time before cancer got him. He died in my arms as I wept, and then I cried uncontrollably. I do miss my father, he was a very smart man but consumed by his childhoods demons that almost swallowed him whole. All I have to say is fuck the foster care system and fuck the church. His father died in WWII as a paratrooper, he was shot out of the sky and he is buried over seas. My grandma died shortly after from some sort of sickness. My fathers family was supposed to take him in but they the burden of a child was too much and he was put in the foster system where he was molested along with his sister and then made to hand out fliers for the local church in front of bars to "save" people. The dark comedy of all of this is that according to a DNA test I am mostly german 86%. I like to think my ancestors got out of Germany as they saw the writing on the wall. Generational war trauma they call it. Back to my original thought, I listened to portrait for the first time while traveling to Santa Cruz with a friend and then later stumbled across Anti-Christ Superstar. The first time I heard Manson was portrait but the first CD I owned was Antichrist super star.
48 and have been along for the ride since the first album as well. Love to see how evolution as an artist.
Its nice to see there are still a few real artists in the industry.
People who write and perform actual music. Not stealing some cover melody and taking a total dump on it. I know the majority of music industry is crap.
The guy makes amazing music and he was such a strong voice in the 90s such a huge success and I wish we were in the 90s now
Yo the '90s were much better than these days!
@@vegeta42578 The only thing that was better in the 90's is the fact I couldnt see the forest through the trees. Ignorance is bliss.
💔🤌🏻,,,,💜🤎💚
19's💔💜
Marilyn Manson is still sounding good and putting out hits!😊
This video struck home with me Marilyn. I am becoming the tin man. Doing everything I can to provide for the one I love. But this showed by going the way I am I'm not providing the one thing she wants and needs from me. I might have lost her and been stuck in the woods frozen in that moment where I lost what I love the most. Where I lost what it was all about to begin with. Thank you man. I owe a debt.
I can't tell what he's sing about without lyrics!
I just realized I did this and lost her forever, to someone that didn't have a job and was able to talk to her while I worked and while I slept
It’s never to late to find another princess 💓💓💓 you will …
🫶🏻☮️
It is never to late to find another
Go get her!
Good God this is amazing. I love Marilyn Manson. True art.
We have a tin man figure hanging in our jam shed. It has been there for years. Sometimes when the band is in a turmoil state of disagreement....we grab the tin man and each has the tin man for 5 minutes or so to state his issue. The tin man gets passed around as required. Same guys have been going more than a decade (except multiple drummers aka Spinal Tap). We are brothers in spite of our personal things. I saw this video suddenly tonight and it hit me that we all have common ground. Many with common issues. Sometimes stopping to breathe is the biggest one. The point is that Oz never gave nothing to the Tin Man.....that he didn't already have
Somehow on the choir class in middle school I ended up playing the Tin Man. I was so freaking shy and introverted I could barely stand in my own skin but somehow it's currently a fond memory in my past life.
Fuckingheartless
Marilyn Manson...one of the best live concerts I have ever been to😁
I would agree except the one I went to was ended prematurely when he destroyed the drum set with a microphone stand.
The fucking truth!🤘😈🫀
I can't wait to see him September 1st❤
Yeah, the whole burning a bible on an alter thing. Can do without that... the whole burning bible thing that is.
Worst concert ever. I came with big expectations, but Manson showed up drunk (or high). He just went through the motions without any passion, didn’t address the public and created zero atmosphere. He had the knife/mike and the 10 foot stilts, but it all didn’t work that night.
One of Marilyn’s best!!!
This is the absolute best video on the internet.
Frozen in time
One of the bad boys with untended agony…made of steel with the sad heart of gold. Even if I share this song I will be unseen. Thanks MM and all who have posted here for the words I can say yet still be unheard.
He's great!
W0W ! ~ Lizzy
You're NOT alone...❤
@@HeatherDavis-k9b thanks for the kind words. Of course we are never truly alone, it’s that wretched feeling of passing suffering invisibly beneath the eyes of the person or persons who we need to See and Respond to our pain. That core feeling is the path of feeling empty, alone…unseen. Peace to you.
Hard to imagine this music could’ve been any better , but the video accomplished it, absolutely stunning.
Deeply emotional backstory. Highly symbolic of the various traps that get us throughout our lives and leave us scarred.
When you were asked a question by Michael Moore when he wanted to know what you would tell the Columbine shooters if you could tell them something, you replied "I wouldn't say anything to them I'd listened to what they have to say because that's what no one ever did"
Never before have I ever seen somebody answer a question so brightly, I respected you so much for the answer what's the most compassionate statement I had ever heard. And I'll always respect you for the good that's in you, I'm sorry if I'm responsible for fueling your hate, hopefully one day my apology you take. I'm sorry I couldn't make you love me, but rather responsible for the hate you carry. Marilyn you have to learn to that s*** go. Do you have no idea how happy I was to see you join Justin Bieber and Kanye in a moment of prayer. I was so happy for you I literally brought me to tears. I saw that at such a victory, I felt like Satan just got kicked in the face play one of his players was taken away from him. I hope you find your way back to lordi. I won't give up on you bro, I know God will save you,
Лирика от Менсона как всегда восхитительна.
Strangest set of comments I’ve ever seen. There are no replies, only comments, so I guess people are afraid to reply to others comments, which is surprising these days, but let me say to those that say this video nakes no sense. It makes perfect sense and perfectly reflects the lyrics. The video is completely awesome and should make everyone take a step back and ask themselves what or who they are actually working for…
So true.
"cut off my arms sharpen the bones and stab you" (paraphrased). This is why people still love Manson's work.
People, hug your men. It's not toxic masculinity, it's unattended agony. Nobody just decides to shut off for no reason. And it's not because men aren't in touch with our feelings or because we're taught that feelings are stupid. It's because our feelings are far more intense than non men can imagine.
Women don't feel more than men by default. Men are by far the more passionate sex. Women just voice it more. Men grow up with such intense feelings, especially about love and connection. You have no idea the pain and pressure a good nan endures to stay sane. Especially today when we're being blamed for everything and watching the women get indoctrinated into hating us by hollywood.
And the bad men get all the attention, because everyone likes the bad boy.
We want what you want. And we'll go through hell to make it happen, because we're wired for passion.
Trust me people. Hug your men. I'm telling you. Before it's too late.
- one of the good ones.
You hit the nail directly on the head. Nobody stops and thinks for a second how much good men go through on a daily basis especially those who are the soul providers of a family. I wrote in my journal what u have written about " hug our men before it's too late" , so I can remember to always hug my husband when I feel I'm failing as partner to know he's always gonna be strong for me when I'm weak. I have one of the rare great ones. They don't make men the way mine is anymore.❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤💯💯💯💯🔥
Beautiful stated 🌹
Excellent reflection man!
You know acting as if... I would agree with that I am a real good man like a Tim McGraw song... Of course for every lover there is a lot of haters ain't there real lovers don't worry about haters by Tom and Donald said haters gonna hate...
A💓❄️❤️🔥🌹❤️🔥❄️💓K
Thank you from the bottom of my heart
There is a little bit of marilyn in all of us x
I'm clean of Heroin for 13 yrs ...I've learned unfortunately addiction is a beast that needs to be fed ..addiction don't care what color you are ..don't care bout your background...everybody out there struggling ..just get through today and we will work on tommarow
Respect brother, 24 years here, I see you. 🙏
Subject Status: Active Program 🎉
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@@rachellynn3399 thank u
@Will_Fisterbottom ur not going to thank the other one?
As is one to any addiction...we lose ourselves when we are good for something that doesn't serve us
The Speed of Pain
When you want it, goes away too fast
Times you hate it always seem to last
Just remember, when you think you're free
The crack inside your fucking heart is me
I wanna outrace the speed of pain
For another day
I wanna outrace the speed of pain
For another day
I wish I could sleep, but I can't lay on my back
'Cause there's a knife for every day that I've known you
Wow.... Fr. @@Fitzpatrick65
Sei D'ACCORDO
Ciao
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Охренительно красивая и грустная история. Даже не ожидал такого от Мэнсона.
Man and woman what a creation beautifully designed yet fragile and sensitive filled with such potential a love after the makers own ❤️ heart
Tragic and beautiful. MM has been through some serious shit these these past few years from a particular woman who tried to destroy him with obvious lies and deception. Men feel so much more than our society allows them to. Remember that. We need to let them feel and express it so that they don't end up like the Tin Man, stuck. Don't stifle him and use him for personal gain. 💜
I didnt say enough this is amazing!!!! I don't know how his music always seems to speak to my soul. I have learned a lot from this man.
Wow so symbolic, as a man who has done that, heart tore out and worked myself to death I understand
So do i
So what should a woman do if she keeps giving herself to men that never really loved you ?
Women get burned out too...
Well we can't all just turn into the Tin Man now.
I think this is great. What a story.
BRAVO and BRAVO!! SIR.
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Moral of the story, use a felling axe for felling and a hewing axe for hewing
😂 don't forget a maul for splitting
Wrong
Don't forget the oil.
Was going to say! Get a better axe! At least sharpen the thing!
I was thinking the same thing 🤣🤣 wrong axe for the job
Such an awsome video and song ...love everything about it.❤🔥🤘🏻 Marilyn really outdid himself on this one.
I was never a fan of Manson...until I listened to his music. I realized as far as musicians go, he is quite a genius . In his catalog he has created 3 masterpieces. I am a huge fan.
I was probably one of the biggest manson fans as a teen and early adult. Even so I listened to bands like orgy and msi who had similar sounds. Manson songs have emotion behind them he's a pure genius and when he was all drugged up and dealing with his addictions he went downhill......this song shows he's back and better than ever. When manson put effort in his stuff touches you in a way that's indescribable......something about this songs reminds me of tourniquet which was one of my absolute favorites
Longevity is success….thanks for your contribution MM
Keep on rockin in the free world brother🤘🏻
I have and will always love his music. I get to see him Tuesday! A 20yr dream. Amazing artists ❤
Мэнсона понимаешь с возрастом
В детсве я его боялась😱 теперь обожаю😘
I see my life clearly now then ever before . I became the tin man, but I chopped the woods down and now I’m just the tin man. Be aware young men
Thanks for the wisdom brother , i been hacking away for a long time !!!
"Be Aware Young Men" The deepest advice and most difficult endeavor! Peace
Seen Tin Man, 3 x's, aint Him to worry bout, Was tha Wizard, bro!! But This aint KANSAS, no mo!
@tbone82 - from tbone84 03 - i grew up poor. Between 2 evil sisters and mom was mean to dad. Kept him chopping day and night, to keep him from me, kept me locked in my room with toys and guilt, bc of the starving kids in Africa. Truth is, she was always a malevolent psychopath. Was easy for her to create a coven with my sister, (if they are) but she could never turn dad or me, just isolate and shame us into machines of production; because we weren't her idea of perfect (hateful thieving clever vampire dandy hyenas), we could not comply. Healthy men do not have the hardware, therefore cannot support the software to be, not good and giving and family focused. She found ways though, with her hate over time,to poison and corrupt our view of self to be pitiful and undeserving. I made it out and over-compensated somewhat, to prove to myself it wasn't true. My dad (if he is) is still there as far as i know. Somehow, and i can only remember back to 5yrs old, i understood that they were not normal, that people should love and help each other, and not be mean. I begged god to give me a new family if he couldn't fix mine, but all i could do was get away as fast as possible and work so hard that i would never be trapped anywhere. Then i met an Angel. We had a surprise, i said not yet, it won't be fair to do that to a child, we have nothing, we will all struggle. We had another surprise, she said i could go but they will stay, it's okay. A thought for a week like a fool and apologized for having to think, and said im not good enough yet but i will do everything i can, if you'll let me. But - you must not waste our lives with needless shopping, or turn mad and hateful towards me, our house must be a place of peace and sanctuary from a mad world, somewhere a child can grow slowly, in safety and love. If that, then i would be honored, and there will be hard times, but we mustn't quit each other. If that, then we will have a fun adventure, give the world something beautiful, and know looking back, it was worth it. I had no dilutions, and knew real from fantasy. Only too well. So i worked. And worked. And worked more, so they would not know lack. I did not understand they could miss me, or want my company. I had only ever understood myself to be a burden, my value was to sacrifice my body and time for the comfort of female, consume only the minimum necessary for continuing production, and be grateful to have glory to look upon. So i saw my love and self and hours as a good thing to gift, even if only to my two sweet beautiful angel's Caprice - if that meant, for a few hours a week, i'd be graced with being let see them smile, be in their prescence, and even have them speak to me a bit, or occasionally play a little game or go for a walk, if i could force my body to somehow give just a few more hours, that i might enjoy, before going back to the giving. It was beautiful. Their smiles. They were proud of me, my girls. Such a hard worker. It gave me the fuel to work harder than any 3 men working together next to me, for longer than they could last. Something wasn't right inside me, or out there, i knew that. But i would not see them struggle like i had too, or think that it hurt me in any way. I wanted to be their hero. It was a painful heaven for me, for the first ten years, and so much better than i had ever known. I looked down on others that couldn't work like i could to provide. I did not know there was anything more i could provide, than that. My own sweet angels, that i would die for any day, that it was my honor to grind my body to ragged pieces long before it's time for, that i would give all a machine could give, to see them smiling so prettily, in comfort, began to think i didn't want them. To think i saw them as burden, that i was self destructing just to get away from them. That i hated them, that's why i was angry at the world's injustice to have to work so hard to have so little. I did not know that every time i left for the week to have something to bring home for them, my mother and sisters and few male friends of 20 years from highschool would suddenly appear and tell her how terrible i was, and to keep me grinding myself against the world, i don't deserve to ever come home, and they should all go waste everything i managed to provide, behind my back, while laughing at me about it. I didn't know. I couldn't see. I never asked. When i did, i was called an idiot and told i better start being more grateful, or they would take my love and my little girl from me. I would have done anything for a few more hours in the quaint little peaceful home that my love built. There was rage in my heart to see that no matter what i did, there would never be nearly as much left for me, as there was for everyone else. But for the short times i got to finally be in what i thought was our home, and lives together, it seemed worth it, because somewhere in the world, someone has less than me. So every day i tried to give more, because i still had shoes and food, and they still didn't have the most. I did not know the life i was, that existed for a few hours a day, a day or two each week - was barely tolerated, a pathetic joke, and hardly worth even that. For them to know only ease and plenty and comfort and safety and gaity, and to not even be able to comprehend what struggle or want or lack or suffering or pain actually is. To not have the capacity to understand those things in any kind of real measure or perspective. Those vile vacuose villainous bottomless holes that could never drain me of my goodness or giving, eventually converted my darlings, my dearest things, my only and every reason for anything - into cancerous stinging pits like themselves. Their wanton waste combined, eventually, as their numbers and appetites grew, proved more than i could feed. An entire platoon's worth of production, one man that could not stop even for himself, fueled by love and the dream that one day i would be told i did a good job, and i was worth it; finally found enough torque and steam to grind my gearboxes to pieces, and crumpled into a heap. They celebrated and cheered and laughed and shouted in victory. Stupid boy. Thinking you were better than us. That you could provide everything to us all and take nothing, not even ask, do more for longer, alone, than the rest of us together as a team, not even challenge us to try to provide for ourselves. Just keep going in acknowledgement that we couldn't even come close to your ability and generosity if we tried, and work yourself to death quietly and kindly, happy to see us smiling as we drained you dry. You little idiot. We're glad you're dead. Now we don't have to think about you out there slowly killing yourself for us, while we secretly play and relax and laugh at you, here in comfort in your very own home, that you built to have a nice little life in, unlike the one you tried escaping from. We'll make you famous for daring to be better than the worst, where you came from, thinking you could make something decent, that was worth tolerating the thought of you out there trying. Damned little fool.
I want to believe that sometimes in the beginning, when i was just a cute strong guy that thought he would try real hard to make something; that maybe those 2 angels liked me a little. That maybe sometimes they said "wow, look at him go" or "he's not too bad, really, out of everyone". But i don't know. I believed if i kept trying harder, someday i might be able to break even. I hoped they weren't too disappointed in giving me a shot till then. People would compliment me sometimes, on different things. Mostly on how hard i was trying, whatever it was i was trying to do. Just make my girls happy i said, so they wouldn't suffer like i did. It wasn't for glory, or disgust. I really believed that, in my heart. That i could do something good. I should have drank myself to death 20 years ago like i was trying. I knew i wasn't worth it, just like everyone said. I still haven't even been able to finish myself off, can't even figure that one out. I have no one now to even work for, nothing to even show that i worked at all. They took everything. Kept the big expensive things so they wouldn't have to replace them, and destroyed the rest. Anything that was of me in any way. Threw my clothes and tools in a heap in an old shed back in a corner; if i was ever stupid enough to try again, they saved those to torture me with. Tease me about, give me little crumbs of occasionally, so i would keep coming back for their taunting and punishment. And i do. I don't know what else to do. Just keep working and say please and thank you and be damned fool enough to think i can do something good someday. Like an idiot that won't die. I don't know why they tolerate it, i don't even like it anymore. I don't know if there's even any other way it can be, honestly. I'm so tired it doesn't even bother hardly anymore. And i still love them with all my little crumpled black scrap of broken heart. That's not what animates me, i can't give something nobody wants. I guess there's nothing else to do, until i finally stop for good someday. There we go. That'll be good enough. Till then - i still carry the memories, and my love for them with me always. That allowed me that grace, somehow. Maybe that's why i can't stop. As long as i keep going, a little piece of what i thought could be, of what i thought existed for a while, carries on, inside of me. If i don't stop, it can't be erased.
Artists use lies to convey real truths. Many men have become the Tinman and gained an empire only to lose their world.
Its a metaphor for how we hide from our emotional pain we hide behind the tin mask and we lie to ourselves by using the needle to fight the trauma
Well, welcome to womanhood, guys! We have shit lives. You guys treat us like kleenex, but the first woman who hands it back to you; you pine for the loss of your virtue. If only one man existed with a real heart... they don't exist. Not, at least, in this Godforsaken state, where I am. Why love? Why? No point anymore. Less humiliation.
Love him or hate him, he'll still be one of the best. 👄
True that...
Women hide behind their masks all the fucking time.
@@travisnaccachian4429men too there is over a hundred genders 😅
It has been ages since I've listened to Manson. They have released a lot I have yet to hear. In saying this, I didn't even realize at first that this is two songs blended together. Almost sounds as though broken needle is an interlude or something to into the fire
Now I’m listening thank you Manson.
Yes
Marilyn Manson ..🖤You are really so Great 🖤😱😌👍👌🌹your voice is so wonderful ..too much perfect 🖤
I haven't listened to new manson in a long while..but this is amazing ❤ thank you Brian ❤
Love him too!
Не воспринимал всерьёз творчество Мэнсона. Случайно посмотрел это видео. И зашло... И по музыке и по видеоряду. Зачётно.
5:41 Been listening since the late 80s and early 90s a good artist. He's wild in concert 😮,this world has made me the tin man for quite a while.
The movie, The music, The lirycs. Perfection.
Wow. I truly. Enjoyed this. ❤️❤️🌈🦋🥰💖🕊️👍🎧💖💙
Got it, down on you again. Manson you and Atticus and Trent continue to slay. I wish you guys would all tour one last time.
great song and music video. thanks Marilyn. Regards.
💪😌💕 .. it's very strange that this video appeared at the moment in my life that I am currently in.
Same
It's funny how that works🤙 the universe is listening
MManson ..I am fond of you 🤷♀️😌!!🖤🌹your voice is just wonderful 👌..🖤😌your music beautiful ..👍🖤and you are so great yourself 🤩🖤🤘💐
Still a great video pure music factory 🎉🎉🎉
MM becoming my quick favorite artist dude never stopped being good he never changed
Somebody finally give this man better axe!
👍😂🤣😂🤣
😂
Several were thrown at him but he catched none.
Or he could chop better/had more strength as a machine
@@leewilliams8094_okay
Мерлин, выдал такой хит, что аж до слёз! Просто шедевр, браво Мэнсон!
אין כמו אימא בעולם!!!!!!!!!
Marilyn Manson did not make this video or collaborate it. A fan put this together. Just to let you know. It was a great recognition on this persons part to correlate MM song to the theme of this short film. The original video helps explain what is going on and is narrated to express the intent of its creation. I’m sure MM appreciates being associated with this well made video and story though. Both MM and Brandon McCormick are great artists.
Thank you, I was looking for info into this and could not find anything.
Had no idea! 🎉
Still stunning at its best
This is Art at it's highest level.
Yeah, not bad for a child molester.
Every work to make all right, ends in you being something different
I love falling in love with his music all over again after all these years
This make anyone else sob? I'm a dude and i can so relate to all of this all too closely.
This is the best all the way around and should be played more
What a beautiful work of art❤
Great theatrical and great song I’m 55 and I love Manson
The Man of Stihl.
:D
😂
Did he makita out alive?
Demure
Someone I knew introduced me to Marilyn Manson ... I must've heard "Beautiful People" 20 times that night, we stayed up all hours of the night, listing to Marilyn Manson (at his parents house)
Awesome, now we need the Scarecrow and Cowardly Lion! Maybe also the flying monkeys aswell
Yessss and the munchkins!
NOTHING CAN SAVE THIS TRASHBAG SONG LOL
How about Urfin Juss?
And a yellowbrick road that leads to a scam wizard
Welcome to Seattle Washington the emerald city....
He’s amazing at the slow deep songs.. always has been. ❤
Haven’t listen to Manson much since all the drama. This is awesome tho I actually forgot how much I love his music. These were some of my favorite songs.
What drama? Haven't thought of this guy since I was an edgy teen in the 90's.
This video is an AWESOME piece of work. It's power is so captivating it deserves awards.
🙄that’s what I called a
😮Masterpiece!
😴👍🏼
Something about his songs/lyrics for many many many years just absolutely mesmerize me. Have been to see him many of times there have been many bad times but the good ones where he didn’t walk off stage after 3 songs were absolutely amazing shows. Love the new stuff keep them coming 👍🏼👍🏼🥰
This shit hurts. Another nice one man.
Very artistic steampunk video. Would make a good movie.
Somebody needs to get a dolly and find the tinman and wheel him to his wife shown in the video. He made the mistake of trying to beat the woods into submission and became one with them, now he needs help making it back to his wife. This is a super important love quest, and he needs the help of the community to re-unite with his lover.
Marilyn’s music and lyrics are incredible, he certainly is a gift to the world. This video certainly makes you think about life. ♥️
I've been listening to Manson sience , before 1996, yea I'm 42 but I rocked since age 7, I thought that it was all over After Mechanical Animals, I'm releaved
We are chaos is his newest. Very powerful music as always.
А я с 97.... В то время я плотно сидел на химии из мака и опии... Вы там в Штатах наверно не в курсе, что из мака и опия мы делали раствор в сто раз круче чем этот героин...
I've been trying to avoid his posing music. Music for posers let's call them all "soft contemporary rockers"
Burzum or Toxic Holocaust are good bands for any poor young people looking for real music.
Same
И что же слушают богатые? Как эскортницы им наяривают Рахманинова на флейте?@@anti-popfpv4638
French : je vois les commentaires, américains, j'écoute Marilyn Manson depuis mes 14 ans. J'ai 35 ans, aujourd'hui. Il y a un impacte réel sur les pensées aujourd'hui, son évolution, musicale, fait réfléchir. Je ne partage pas ses pensées, il joue juste de la bonne musique, il est vieux, il est temps de s'arrêter ! Je peux comprends cette incompréhension, mais, en 1990 ... c'était une référence! Il était IN
I guess artistically ignorant people will never understand the artist who doesn't write the same album over and over for 30 years. I feel for you.
Absolute truth
lol I guess some people just cant tell when an artist sucks or not. Manson has redeemed himself with this video, I hope more to come.
When this started, I was like oh this gonna be rough but wow this is so well done.
Awesome video. I never knew the origins of the Tin Man. Relatable.
A Young man once said "Rust Never Sleeps"
I neil to this comment
Nick Chopper has always been one of my fav characters
The song, not other posts, carry it, poodles , its a song, heartfelt songs span all
Love the video. Story of the tin man. Beautiful
Ohio loves and supports you Brian.
Md does too!
What an amazing and brilliant video
Great song & video !!!!!
Love the music but the video reminds me so much of my past where I was stuck just like the Tinman
Glad hes back!
What a beautiful video and song. The story line is superb
Mimicked as my own life, Frozen within myself wondering, wandering through this life's duties, eventually I transform into an empty tank, void of your love, as time carries the day, you may return, but within mine own eyes I have become unrecognizable. as Rust decays me. All I need to begin again is the oil of your Love, To penetrate my corrosion, I am still here....
Wow! Awesome , and with a fairly powerful message. ✌🤘
WOW!! Really good. Loved it. Awesome video love the story.
This video is wicked, 10 beer s 4 the tin Man 😊