Please see my post #28 in which the lyrics to his 1973 song I love the dead are reprinted for your edification. A link to all of his lyrics is in post #29.
That he is born again or a devout Christian today is irrelevant to what he was doing in the early '70's, which was the point of my original post on this topic. Actually my point was that the mainstreamer of this kind of dark sensibility in rock music is now the darling of the right. I still wonder how this would play over on the Religion forum.
Please tell what the "grave" (LOL) consequences that are implied I love the Dead? And before you try to give me the Christian interpretation of the song, remember the stage act that went along with it. Not something you'd be likely to see staged at a "contemporary Christian church service".
If Marilyn Manson came out in favor of GWB and the war in Iraq, would he(?) become favored as well?
I answered the question by saying that he is a Christian now.
I listened to a lot of Alice Cooper back then, and he never invoked any kind of satanism in his music. It was all a horror show much like the old 1950s horror movies. In fact, Vincent Price narrated the album "Welcome to My Nightmare."
That song is no more satanic than Edger Allen Poe or Shelly! To write music about horror and dead people is no worse than writing about horror. So if you think his early work is satanic then explain some of these songs.
Hallowed Be My Name(1971)
Gather round right now and hear me whisper the words of the prison the words of laughter
The lords and the ladies were fixing their hairdos cursing their lovers cursing the bible
Hallowed be my name yelling at fathers screaming at mothers hallowed be my name
Come all you sinners come now in your glory and my ears will listen to your dirty stories
You're fighting to go up 'cause you're on your way down cursing their lovers cursing the bible
Hallowed be my name yelling at fathers screaming at mothers hallowed be my name ahhahahahaha
Sluts and the hookers have taken your money the queens are out dancing but now they're not funny
'cause there goes one walkin' away with your sonny cursing their lovers cursing the bible
Hallowed be my name yelling at fathers screaming at mothers hallowed be my name
Second Coming (1971)
I couldn't tell if the bells were getting louder the songs they ring I finally recognize
I only know hell is getting hotter the devil's getting smarter all the time
And it would be nice to walk upon the water to talk again to angels on my side
Time is getting closer I read it on a poster fanatical exposers on corners prophecy
It would be nice to walk upon the water to talk again to angels at my side
I just come back to show you all my words are golden so have no gods before me I'm the light
My God (1977)
If I should find myself in blackest night,
and fear is stabbin' me all over,
a tiny prayer cracks the dark with light,
and I here sounds behind my wall.
Inside, a still, small voice, it calls and calls.
Then like a thunder bolt,
it falls and falls...
My God!
When life becomes more real than children's games,
or we've become too old to play them,
We'll grow old gracefully,
we'll hide our shame.
but there's that voice behind the wall.
And like my conscience,
it is still and small.
Each word is mercy,
protects us all...
My God!
"And like my conscience, it is still and small.
Each word is mercy, protects us all..."
I was a boy,
when tempted,
fell sometimes,
and fell so low,
no one could see me,
save for the eyes of Him that sees my crime.
When sheep,
like me, have drifted lost,
all frightened children who are tempest tossed, down flies His wrath like an albatross...
My God!