DOPPELHERZ
A film about the Golden Age of Grotesque,created during the making of the album, andbirth of a new era for it’s creator. The audiorecording that accompanies this took placeon April 1, 2002
This is thought by many to be the most rarelook into the mind of the person we know asMarilyn Manson. It is also believed (but willnot be confirmed or denied by Manson) thatthese words were intended to be his last,meant only for those who were listening…particularly his beloved feline familiar, LilyWhite
The film offers no explanation, nor needsone. Many thanks to those who helped makethis the beginning, not an end, of Marilyn Manson. The artistsand friends who were involved enough to bementioned are as follows:
Gottfried HelnweinDita Von TeeseTim SkoldNicoleBenjamin PalmerMarilyn MansonM.W. GacyJohn 5Ginger FishCharles KoutrisAria GiovanniBrittany BowenCyril HelnweinAmy CoulterHugh WarnerPaul L. ChunJ.T. Harding
Art Direction: Gottfried HelnweinEditing and primary director of photography:Benjamin at the Barbarian GroupSecond camera: Charles Koutris
©2003 Marilyn Mansonwww.marilynmanson.com
DOPPELHERZ
My pilot light has flickered outYou’ve knocked me off the hookThe person you are trying to reach is no longer hereI’m not really tall, dark and handsomeI just look that wayI’m a canvas that bleedsAnd I’m painted with fingersChildish picturesOf you that still lingerBury you’re wasted into the moonHoping that it sinks to the earth soonBury you’re wasted into the moonI hope that it sinks into the earth soonMy pilot light has flickered outYou’ve knocked me off the hookI’m a canvas that bleedsAnd I’m painted with fingersChildish pictures of you that still lingerI am a vcrA funeral of dead memory wasteI’m a vcrA funeral of dead memory wasteYou can see it on my faceI’m a vcr funeralOf dead memory wasteYou can see it on my faceMy smile is a chain link fenceI dare not frownFor fear of what comes outMy smile is a chain link fenceAnd I dare not frown for fear of what comes outSing a song kittySing itSing it kittySing itSome people don’t think that lilyIs smart enough to understand what I’m thinkingBut I know if she could she would killEverybody that I hate, cos she loves meCos I took care of her since she was a little babyI am a vcr funeral of dead memory wasteYou can see it in my faceAs drink crawls down the oesophagus staircaseInto my bowels of hellNaked like clown faces all smeared cleanNaked like clown faces all smeared clean in the spotlightNaked like clown faces all smeared clean in the spotlightI’m a vcr funeral of dead memory waste you can see it on my faceDead memory wasteKill me, kill everyone, you can let them all dieThe only thing in this world that does not die is moneyYou can kill me, you can kill them, you can let everyone dieThe only thing in this world that does not die is moneyYou can kill me, you can kill them, you can let everyone dieThe only thing immortal in this world is moneyYou can kill me, you can kill them, you can let everything dieThe only thing immortal in this world is moneyThe only thing immoral in this world is moneyThe only thing oral in this world is moneyThe only thing in this is moneyThe only thing is neyTheNeyTheThe only thing immortal in this world is moneyThe person you are trying to reach is no longer hereYou have knocked me off the hookThe person you are trying to reach is no longer hereYou have knocked me off the hookYou are afraid that you are no equalWhile you are spending my moneyYou are afraid you are no equal while you are spending my moneyYou can kill me, you can kill them, you can let everyone dieThe only thing immortal in this world is moneyWhy would I want to be equal with anyoneYou think you’re not equal while you’re spending my moneyWhy would I wan to be equal with anyoneWhy would I wan to be equal with anyoneTo be equal you have to add or subtractAnd I have never liked mathTo be equal you have to add or subtractAnd I have never liked mathYou are recognisable, as just another part in a vast machineYou are recognisable, as just another part in a vast machineThe only thing immortal in this world is moneyThe only thing original in this world is the way we destroy thingsEverything has already been createdSo we can only deal with new ways of destroying themEverything has already been createdSo we can only think of new ways of destroying themStop rehearsing alcohol and start performing narcoticsStop rehearsing alcohol and start performing narcoticsStop rehearsing alcohol and start performing narcoticsDo you think that animals believe in godDo you think that animals believe in godDo you think that animals believe in godTo be equal you must add or subtractPeople who want to be equal have lives that are filled with subtractions and auditionsTo be equal you must add or subtractPeople who want to be equal’s lives’ are filled with subtractions and auditionsWe will call you back and tell youDon’t call us, we’ll call youDon’t call us, we’ll call youDo animals believe in godDo animals believe in godDo animals believe in godDo animals believe in godStop rehearsing alcohol and start performing narcoticsThis is a caucasian occasionThis is a caucasian occasionCould someone please autograph the frontal lobeCould someone please autograph the frontal lobeThe insurance will not cover thisCould someone please autograph the frontal lobeThe insurance will not cover thisCan someone please autograph the frontal lobe, the insurance will not cover thisAnd the young are too senileThe young are too senileThe young are too senileThe young are to senileThe young ARE too senileThe young are too senileThe young are too senileThe YOUNG are too senileThe young are too senileThe young zeich heilThe young zeich heilYoung are too senileThe young zeich heilDo animals believe in godDo animals believe in godDo animals believe in godI’m a kickstand in your mouthI am a kickstand in your mouthI am a kickstand in your mouthI am a kickstand in your mouthThe insurance won’t cover thisThe insurance won’t cover thisYou can run as fast as you wantBut you can never outrun the clichéYou can run as fast as you wantBut you can never outrun the clichéYou can run as fast as you wantBut you can never outrun the clichéThe young are senile the young are senileHave I outgrown my spotlightHave I outgrown my spotlightHave I outgrown my spotlightMy pupils are not students, they dilate but they never learnMy pupils are not students, they dilate but they never learnMy pupils are not students, they dilate but they never learnMy pupils are not students, they dilate but they never learnEach time we roll up the dollar bill, we suffocate the presidentEach time we roll up a dollar bill, we suffocate the presidentEach time we roll up the dollar bill, we are suffocating the presidentEach time we roll up the dollar bill, we suffocate the presidentJust say nowWould you suck america’s titsI want you to just say now, would you suck america’s titsI want you to just say now, would you suck america’s titsI want you to just say now, would you suck america’s titsI want downloadable suicideI want downloadable suicideI want downloadable suicideI want downloadable suicideI want downloadable suicideI want everything when I want it and I want it nowI want everything when I want it and I want it nowI want everything before I want it and I already wanted it so I don’t want it anymoreI want everything when I want it and I want it nowI want everything before I want it so I don’t want it anymoreI want downloadable suicideI want a newer versionI want downloadable suicideI want a newer versionI want downloadable suicideVersion I don’t noVersion I don’t point noVersion I don’t pint noVersion I point the gun at meOOVersion I don’t noVersion I point the gun at me point o o o o oI want downloadable suicideIf I sneeze will anyone bless meIf I sneeze will anyone bless meIf I sneeze will anyone bless meStop rehearsing alcohol and start performing narcoticsI keep watering a dead flowerKeep watering a dead flowerKeep watering the dead flowerKeep watering a dead flowerKeep watering a dead flowerKeep watering a dead flowerKeep watering a dead flowerEverything I make is a piece of plantIn some day it could have been a flowerAnd the things that are flowers are deadI keep watering a dead flowerKeep watering a dead flowerThere’s not enough of me to make a bouquetThere’s not enough of me to make a bouquetStop watering a dead flowerStop watering the dead flowerStop watering a dead flowerI have no balanceI am like snowAnd I melt awayI have no balance and I am like snow and I melt awayI have to balanceI am like snowAnd I melt awayAs you are listeningI want you to knowThat you are nothingBut a screen that I will projectMy images of sorrow, pain and sex uponAlthough there is no difference between the threeAs you are listeningI want you to knowThat you are nothingBut a screen that I will projectMy images of sorrow, pain and sex uponAlthough there is no difference between the threeAs you are listening I want you to know that you are nothing but a screenThat I project my images of sorrow, pain and suffering and sex uponAlthough there is no difference between the three and the oneAs you are listening I want you to know that you are nothing but a screenThat I project my images of suffering, sorrow, pain, sexAnd the brief glimmer of happiness I find in the miseryOf those who are sitting in the theatre of which this screen existsI want you to know as you are listeningThat you are nothing but a screenThat I project my images of sorrow, pain, suffering, sexAnd the brief glimpse of happiness I get from the miseryOf those who sit in the theatre that this screen exists will feel while they listenThe brief glimpse of happiness that I feel asThose who sit in the theatre that this screen exists will feel as they listenThis isn’t about musicThis is about the difference between you and meThis isn’t about musicThis is about the difference between you and meThis isn’t about musicThis is about the difference between you and meThis isn’t about musicThis is about the difference between you and meThis isn’t about musicThis is about the difference between you and meI am a birthday cake that we light up, blow out, cut apart and forgetI am a birthday cake that you light up, blow out, cut apart and forgetI am a birthday cake that you light up, blow out, cut apart, devour and forgetI am a birthday cake that you light up, blow out, cut apart, devour and forgetAnd I’m just like a holiday because I make everyone in the family cryAnd I’m just like a holiday because I make everyone in the family cryAnd I’m just like a holiday because I make everyone in the family cryAnd I’m just like a holiday because I make everyone in the family cryAnd I’m just like a holiday because I make everyone in the family cryLove you’re enemy because love is the enemyLove you’re enemy because love is the enemyLove you’re enemy because love is the enemyLove you’re enemy because love is the enemyYou’re sell by date has expiredYou’re sell by date has expiredYou’re sell by date has expiredYou’re sell by date has expiredOur commercial should be faster because we are all just slowgunsWaiting to have our triggers pulledThe commercials need to be faster because we are all just slowgunsWaiting to have our triggers pulledThe commercials should be faster because we are just slowgunsWaiting to have our triggers pulledThe commercials should be faster because we are just slowgunsWaiting to have our triggers pulledThe commercials should be faster because we are just slowgunsWaiting to have our triggers pulledThe commercials should be faster because we are just slowgunsWaiting to have our triggers pulledThe commercials should be faster because we are just slowgunsWaiting to have our triggers pulledDon’t bother trying to save the brainforestDon’t bother trying to save the brainforestDon’t bother trying to save the brainforestMy pain is not ashamed to repeat itselfMy pain is not ashamed to repeat itselfMy pain is not ashamed to repeat itselfMy pain is not ashamed to repeat itselfMy pain is not ashamed to repeat itselfThe aspiration to save the world is a morbid phenomenon of today’s youthThe aspiration to save the world is a morbid phenomenon of today’s youthThe aspiration to save the world is a morbid phenomenon of today’s youthIt’s time someone believes what I say, I’ve become a lieEach time someone believes what I say, I become a lieEach time someone believes what I say, I become a lieEach time someone believes what I say, I become a lieWe have reached the end of historyThe only thing left is cosmetic changesWe have reached the end of historyThe only thing that’s left is cosmetic changes
