The Family Jams
Side Ma
1. Dope Hat
2. Strange Same Dogma
3. Let Your Ego Die
Side Pa
4. Thingmaker
5. White Knuckles
6. Luci In The Sky With Demons
A couple small pictures of an original copy:
Liner Notes:
c1992 Berkowitz/Manson
All lyrics written by Manson and all Music by Berkowitz and Gein with additional music by Gacy except "Dope Hat", written by Manson and Berkowitz. The Family Jams was recorded in live warehouse sessions during 1991 and 1992 on a Tascam Port-One 4-Track recorder, bitch, and was produced and mixed by Daisy Berkowitz with the assistance of Kurt Moody. It's not the equipment, it's the technique.
Daisy Berkowitz: guitars, harmonica
Gidget Gein: bass, fuzz bass, cat shit
Madonna Wayne Gacy: theremin, musette, Hammond 83, cunt sequence, harpsichord, brass, sampled guitar, bass and voices
Sara Lee Lucas: drums, digital programs
Marilyn Manson: character distortion, sore throat.
For Merchandise write to
P.O. Box 191190
Miami Beach, Flordia 33139
Special thanks go to Charlie Logan, Morgan, Paul Jenkins "the king of copies," Deidre, Laura Taylor and all at Players Magazine, Mia and Tanya, Glen Richards, WKPX, Bob Slade, WVUM, King Missile, Factory Black, Mort Dillon, John Waters, Gen and the Genitorturers, Posrface, Jessica (the dope mama), Arleen Mama, Mrs. Scabtree, Wade, Jen #1 and all the Florida lunchbox girls association, Norma, Flashbacks, Jeremy of Sinful Lust, Independent Sound, Arden Moody, Crispin Glover, Angel, Carrie Cardoor, Bill "bitch pussy" Lamorey, TJ, Brad Gaskill, Tim, Sister Venus, Mitch Comestain, Lydia, Joanne D., Adrianne and Duke, Jason Morgan, Wade and his girlfriend, Holly, Mephisto Waltz Dancers, Anton Lavey, The Biers, Hugh and Barb, Missy Freakwhore, Alan Hurtz, Charles Nelson Riley, Black Francis, Subculture, Donovan (tattoos), Charles (hor), Wendy (hairdos), Marsha (drugs), Holly and Stew, Open Records, Uncle Sam's, Big Dick from Y&T, everyone we have forgotten to mention unless we have done so purposefully.
Notes: This demo takes its title from the name of Charles Manson's band, The Family Jams. It featured two new recordings of old favorites ("White Knuckles" and "Strange Same Dogma") plus four new songs. Dope Hat is the same version that also appears on Refrigerator, the only difference is that that version does not have the Charles Manson interview at the beginning. "Luci In The Sky With Demons" is the song that is incorrectly referred to as "White Trash" on several of the Nightingale/Eastworld bootlegs, including Spooky Kids Live. Also, notice that there's some lyrics that were later used on the b-side "Revelation Number Nine" and also ACS' "Angel With The Scabbed Wings."
"Thingmaker" appears on Lunchboxes and Chocklit Cows, while "Luci" and "Let Your Ego Die" appear on the as-yet-unreleased Spooky Kids Volume 2.
"Manson family, your friends
The Manson family, was a music group
The music group I had was called the Family Jams
and all the girls sang in the music group
and all the guys played in the music group
It had nothing to do with the cult
It was a music group"
The great Hoo Doo, oh-ho, will perform a feat of prestidigitation!
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, yeah yeah
The crowd begins to grin
But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
It's no surprise
It's no surprise
Prepare to meet, oh-ho, your doom!
Help!
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 visions getting fat
The rabbits 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 there scrutinizing eyes
The quickness of there scrutinizing 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
Chicanary will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me
Gloom, Who put the god damn hat on the bed?
Burn you fucker!
This is unreal
Burn burn burn
Burn the witches
Burn the witches
Don't take time to sew the stitches
Burn the witches
Burn the witches
Don't take time to sew the stitches
Hand shake ring sign
Snake eye bite mine
Hand shake ring sign
Snake eye bite mine
I don't need your hate
Burn burn
I decide my fate
Burn burn burn burn
Burn your bridges
Burn your bridges
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn your bridges
Burn your bridges
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Levi crowley golden dawn
Strange same dogma on and on
I don't need your hate
Burn burn
I decide my fate
We don't viscerate
Your mind masturbates
Burn you fucker
Burn burn burn burn
Burn and burn and burn the witches
Burn and burn and burn the witches
Burn and burn and burn the witches
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn burn Burn burn Burn burn Burn you fucker
Burn the witches
Burn Burn the witches
Burn burn Burn the witches
Burn
No age no pain no gray hair
Strange same dogma I don't care
I don't need your hate
Burn burn
I decide my fate
Burn you fucker
We don't viscerate
Burn burn Your mind masturbates
Burn burn I don't need your hate
I decide my fate
Burn you fucker
Burn you fucker
This is unreal
Burn the witches burn the witches
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn the witches burn the witches
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn burn Burn the witches
Burn burn Burn burn
The clock is a ring on her finger
That she checks
When she's out of time
The cigarette's a spike
In the spur of the moment
Digging in her, side
...you fucking die...
She cuts the paper with nails
And her pen is bleeding poetry
Nervous from the sex that she got
And the wine that was spilled
On her clean, white, white sheets, sheets
Like to see you baby
All torn up inside
Girl you're dead already
So just, let your ego die
Nervous from the sex that she got
And the wine that was spilled
On her clean, white, white sheets, sheets
Like to see you baby
All torn up inside
Girl you're dead already
So just, let your ego die
Girl you're dead already
So just, let your ego die
Die, die, die, die
And I say you fucking die
Cross my heart and hope you die , stick my finger in your eye...
Cross my heart and hope you die , stick my finger in your eye...
You want to look like me
You want to act like me
You've got no sense of your own identity
You can't begin to see
That you and me makes we
That's not what I want to be so
Fuck you
Imitation's not a flattery
So, you can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
I said now fuck you
I don't want to know you
I don't want to know
It's about time made up my mind
Get out of my life you motherfucker
It's about time made up my mind
I'm taking what's mine you motherfucker
You are made from things you steal from me
So, you can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
Fuck you
You suck my energy
My personality
You steal steal steal from me
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
Fuck you
Imitation's not a flattery so
You're a pitiful thief
You're a pitiful thief
You're a pitiful thief
Fuck you
I don't want to know you
I don't want to know
It's about time I've made up my mind
Get out of my life you motherfucker
It's about time made up my mind
I'm taking what's mine you motherfucker
You are made from things you steal from me bitch
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
Can't begin to feel
Fuck you
If you want to worship me
Then just worship me
Don't even try to be...
You're a fucking thief
You're a fucking thief
You're a fucking thief
Fuck you
Fuck you!
Imitation's not a flattery so
You're a pitiful thief
Your a pitiful thief
You're a fucking thief
I said now fuck you
I don't want to know you
I don't want to know
I don't want to know you
I don't want to know you
Smack dab flat on my back
The solid ground began to crack
I pulled her down and down and down
I lost my breath I thought I'd drown
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Her leg my hand a smoldering brand
Sticking to her wet, body like sand
Her place distaste we fell from grace
Red smears across our face
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
White knuckles
White knuckles
White knuckles
White knuckles
You're sick, and you're gonna stay sick
I'll spread me open
Stuck to my ribs
Are all your infants in abortion cribs
You run like roaches
You try to die
I know your poison
In our space we'll, lie
God is unfashionable, you've got to have somebody
To an obscene god we will dance and spit
The skin is thin in our beds we sit
Take off our rings and, we kneel
Our scabbed knees are so slow to heal
Worships worships worships satan
It's just so that they can do anything...
...a religion out of sickness and hatred I just don't understand
You're sick
You're sick
You're sick and you're gonna stay sick
Stretch a little boy hole for looking-glass people
I don't want to be me
I don't want to fear no
Mama's got a scarecrow
Got to let the corn grow
A man can't always reap what he sows
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
He made a big fat bargain with the devil
Leave yourself to be ultra-here
The chill of fall is always crawling near
Spiders in the flowers never know their smell
The barbers here know secrets they will never tell
The devil is just an excuse...
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine