More Demos, Unreleased Material, and Hoaxes

1. Soundtrack Demos
2. Suicide Is Beautiful
3. Mr. Manson's Home Demos
4. Miscellaneous Songs (including Snuffy's VCR)
5. Thrift Demo
6. Portrait Demos
7. Spooky Kids Phone Messages
8. Mini Cassette Recording

Soundtrack Demos

1. Blender
2. Dreams of Amputation
3. Kill House

These three songs first appeared to the trading community on the White Trash Vol. 2 bootleg. They were listed supposedly as "rough four track demos (for film soundtrack)." These songs are creepy, atmospheric instrumentals that would be perfectly suited to a horror film, but they are NOT Spooky Kids songs. Scott himself has listened to these songs and confirmed that they are not from the Spooky Kids, Satan On Fire, Mrs. Scabtree, or any other Manson-related side project that he's aware of. Most likely, they were added by the bootleggers who produced the White Trash series as a way to get fans to spend their money for these supposedly rare songs.

Of course, that still doesn't answer the question as to who these songs were originally created by. Regardless of the fact that they are fakes, they still are pretty cool sounding, and I'd like to know who made them. If anyone has any more information on this, please e-mail me.

Suicide Is Beautiful

1. Cyclops
2. Maskathon

The soundtrack songs are frequently referred to as Suicide Is Beautiful, which is incorrect (and fake anyway). "Suicide Is Beautiful (Outtakes 1991)" is another fake that appeared on White Trash Vol. 2 . The two tracks listed are actually just poor quality copies of Cyclops, White Knuckles, and My Monkey (not listed) from Grist-o-line and Big Black Bus.

Mr. Manson's Home Demos

More mislabled tracks and incorrect information from Hurricane Records and their White Trash Vol. 3 bootleg. These are not "Mr. Manson's Home Demos" as they claim. They are actually the remaining tracks from the 100 Minute Demo that did not appear on Vol 1. or Vol. 2. and the quality is terrible. Unfortunately, this is also the source for most of the copies of these songs that have been floating around the internet.

Idiot Bootlegger's Title

Correct Title

1. Iron Man

1. Son Of Man

2. Mellow Yellow 2. Junk The Magic Dragon
3. Respected But Rejected 3. Learning To Swim
4. In The Sink (Simple String) 4. IV-TV
5. The Telephone 5. Bitchy Beginnings Of An Oversexed Twelve Year Old (aka Talk Of One, Thought Of None)
6. Suffocation 6. Meat For A Queen
7. Shop-Sha 7. She's Not My Girlfriend
8. Devil In My Lunch Box 8. Devil In My Lunchbox
9. Bone job 9. Number Nine (pt. 1)
10. Blood, Shit & Cum 10. Number Nine (pt. 2)
11. Those Fuckin' Bitches 11. Number Nine (pt. 3)
12. Mom's Vinyl Coat 12. Cat In The Hat
13. Justify My Love 13. Justify My Love
14. Dogma 14. Strange Same Dogma

15.Trouble in the Van

15. Let Your Ego Die

Miscellaneous Songs (per Scott's Discography)

1. All Fall Down
2. Bitchy Beginnings Of An Oversexed Twelve Year Old / The Nighthawks
3. Chalkboard Girl
4. Dungeon Master (Crippled Groom, Piss In The Wound)
4. Eating Jello Biafra
5. No Class / Styrofoam Raps
6. Snuffy's VCR
7. Charles In Charge

During their short time together, the Spooky Kids did write and record a number of songs that were never released on any demo tape. Some were complete, properly recorded songs, some were incomplete songs without lyrics, and others were just worked up at rehearsals. During our research for this page, Scott sent us some information about several previously unknown tracks.

All Fall Down - recorded April 1990. Described by Scott as their "first live-in-rehearsal track w/ Bundy/Tutunick (same lyrics as in Meat For A Queen)." It's just speculation on our part, but I'd have to guess that this track may be included on Raw Boned Psalms, seeing as how Tutunick has said that that tape was taken from an early rehearsal session.

Bitchy Beginnings Of An Oversexed Twelve Year Old - 5:35 recorded January 1990. According to Scott, this is the correct title for the track frequently known as The Telephone, or as Talk Of One, Thought Of None on the 100 Minute Demo. May have been listed as Jesus Is My Boyfriend on the Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat. The instrumental section at the end is called The Nighthawks.

Chalkboard Girl - 6:10 recorded May 1991. Scott lists this as "unfinished song (no lyrics applied)"

Dungeon Master (Crippled Groom, Piss In The Wound) - 3:10 recorded ?

Eating Jello Biafra - 3:15 recorded ?. Also listed as "unfinished song (no lyrics applied)"

No Class / Styrofoam Raps - 4:35 recorded January 1990. Listed as "first ever Manson 4-track recording (vocal and drums).

Snuffy's VCR - 5:50 recorded ? Rumors abounded for years that there was a four song demo tape called Snuffy's VCR. In actuality, Snuffy's VCR was simply one song that they did which was "a psychedelic soundscape/bizarre noises and sound effects." Also, in this old post from alt.music.marilyn-manson, Grim Jack said that Scott told him that Snuffy's VCR was the sound sampling program they used.

Charles In Charge - Listed as Wrong Radio Noise on Birth of the Anti-Christ. Not an actual song they played, but sampled from the TV show theme and distorted. This was used as a live show intro from 1990.

Thrift Demo

1. Thrift
2. Let Your Ego Die
3. She's Not My Girlfriend
4. White Knuckles
5. Strange Same Dogma

In November 1991, the band had put together a new five track demo called Thrift. For unknown reasons, the demo was shelved and never released. The version of Thrift here is the one that later appeared on Live As Hell, Refrigerator, and Lunchboxes & Choklit Cows. Apparently the other four songs are alternate versions which have never been released.

Portrait Demos

1. Insect Pins
2. Magic 8 Ball
3. Scardy Cat
4. Get Your Gunn
5. Sweet Tooth
6. Snake Eyes & Sissies

These six tracks weren't intended as a new cassette demo release, nor were they truly demos for the Portrait album. They were actually six songs from rehearsal sessions from early 1993 that apparenly were originally leaked by Gidget to some fans.

Insect Pins

I'm squirming slow now
Sticking in it
Swallow in your warm spit
Repel, rip

What'ca ya gunna feel?
Never gunna heal
See what's in my blood
What'ca ya gunna feel?
Never gunna heal
See what's in my blood
What'ca ya gunna feel?
Never gunna heal
See what's in my blood
What'ca ya gunna feel?
Never gunna heal

Stuck and displaced
It will drown again
Stuck and disappeared
Now you gunna see, now you gunna see
Now you gunna see what's in my blood

I'm squirming slow now
Sticking in it
Swallow in your warm spit
Repel, rip

What'ca ya gunna feel?
Never gunna heal
See what's in my blood
What'ca ya gunna feel?
Never gunna heal
See what's in my blood
What'ca ya gunna feel?
Never gunna heal
See what's in my blood
What you gunna feel?

Stuck and displaced
It will drown again
Stuck and disappeared
Now you gunna see, now you gunna see
Now you gunna see what's in my blood

What'ca ya gunna feel?
Never gunna heal
See what's in my blood
What'ca ya gunna feel?
Never gunna heal
See what's in my blood
What'ca ya gunna feel?
Never gunna heal
See what's in my blood
Never gunna heal

Stuck and displaced
It will drown again
Stuck and disappeared
Now you gunna see, now you gunna see
Now you gunna see what's in my blood

Sticking in it
Sticking in it
Sticking in it
Sticking in it

Magic 8 Ball

(?)
...so fucked with every call
All the bullshit at the shopping mall
You can get your answers from the eight, eight ball
Better, better, better, better
Not tell you
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Next time
Better, better, better, better
Not tell you
Baby, baby, baby, baby Next time

Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear

If my mind gets hazy
Take my fusion I'm to lazy
Always got these science fiction mentalities
Got to my own course daddy got my pocket to me
(?)
(?)tell em what we need
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Next time
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Eight Ball
Shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear
Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear

Eight ball!
Shake it, shake it
Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear

Better, better, better, better
Not tell you
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Next time
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
I can't tell you
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Next time

Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear
Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear

Scardy Cat

What can you say
What will you do?
Your bark is bigger than the bite of the dog awaiting you
You could've been in your shell
But fear is all you know
You learn a while later
Gotta stick yer finger in yer eye to realize your in hell
I can see you..
You can't hide
The coward never seems to spit in his own wine
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
I can't believe in you
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a

With ears probably awray
The TV begins to speak
Here by the news we care
What difference is it what you care cuze
It won't matter in a week
What you gonna say?
What you gonna do?
You think you can't have them
And you think they're weak to know
And you thought you'd get it through
I can see you
You can't hide
A coward never seems to tell them his own lie

Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
I can't believe in you
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a

What can you say?
What can you do?
It sounded so dumb when it comes to it
Just a pig that I can fool
I can see you
You can't run
I've got a great big power...a loaded gun..

Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a
I can't believe in you
Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, Scaredy Cat, you're a

Get Your Gunn

Goddamn your righteous hand

I eat innocent meat
The housewife I will beat
The pro-life I will kill
What you won't do I will
I bash myself to sleep
What you sow I will reap
I scar myself you see
I wish I wasn't me
I am the little stick
You stir me into shit
I hate therefore I am
Goddamn your righteous hand
Goddamn, oh Lord
Goddamn, oh Lord
Goddamn, oh Lord
Goddamn, oh Lord

Pseudo morals work real well
On the talk shows for the week
But your selective judgment
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me

I throw a little fit, I slit my teenage wrists
The most I can learn is in records that you burn
Get Your Gunn, Get Your Gunn
Get Your Gunn, Get Your Gunn

Pseudo morals work real well
On the talk shows for the week
But your selective judgments
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
Pseudo morals work real well
On the talk shows for the week
But your selective judgments
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me

oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no
oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no
I am the VHS
Record me with your fist
You want me to save the world
I'm just a little girl

Pseudo morals work real well
On the talk shows for the week
But your selective judgments
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
Pseudo morals work real well
On the talk shows for the week
But your selective judgments
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me

Get Your Gunn, Get Your Gunn
Get Your Gunn, Get Your Gunn

Pseudo morals work real well
On the talk shows for the week
But your selective judgments
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
Pseudo morals work real well
On the talk shows for the week
But your selective judgments
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me

Get Your Gunn, Get Your Gunn
Get Your Gunn, Get Your Gunn...get

Sweet Tooth

Her heart shivers in my hand
She's melting on me like cotton candy
I make the faces that make you cry
I want you more when you're afraid of my
Disease, disease is draining me
Anymore you're not so pretty please
Disease, disease is draining me
I want you more when you're inside me

I break you I break you, yeah
You are mine you are mine


Her hair hangs in swollen strings
I'm choking on her I feel so sickening
I make the faces that make you cry
I want you more when your afraid of my
Disease, disease is draining me
I want you more when you're afraid of me
Disease, disease is draining me
I want you more when you're afraid of me

I break you I break you I break you
You are mine you are mine
I break you I break you I break you
You are mine you are mine
You are mine you are mine
I break you I break you

I want you more when you're afraid of me
I want you more when you're afraid of me
I want you more when you're afraid of me
I want you more when you're afraid of me
I want you more when you're afraid of me
I want you more when you're afraid
I break you I break you
You are mine you are mine
I break you I break you I break you
You are mine you are mine

Snake Eyes & Sissies (demo version 6:19)

Wrench is just a household god
But I carry mine with pride
I don't work but I can work with it to split your smile
Run you down down without a twitch
Your cars just not as big as mine
Tear the son out of your bitch and
Sprinkle your remains with lime, yeah

My afternoons remote control
Daydream milk and genocide
Tranquility with broken knees silly putty enemies
Butter knife in your side
What I got I got for free, middle finger technology
What's yours is mine yours is mine
Let's have some lunch and plan your funeral
??????

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!
I ain't no working man I slack off all I can
I got the devil's hand rolling sixes
I am the habit man I use up all I can
I got the devil's hand
I ain't no working man I slack off all I can
I got the devil's hand rolling sixes
I am the habit man I use up all I can
I got the devil's hand

I am the pedophiles dream
A messianic peter pan
Just a boy just a boy just a little fucking boy
I can never be a man

Thought you were a friend of mine
You were not, my boy
Friend of mine, friend of mine
Thought you were a friend of mine
You were not, my boy

Wrench is just a household god
But I carry mine with pride
Fuck with me and you'll see
How easily ?
Fuck with me sissy boy

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!
I ain't no working man I slack off all I can
I got the devil's hand rolling sixes
I am the habit man I use up all I can
I got the devil's hand
I ain't no working man I slack off all I can
I got the devil's hand rolling sixes
I am the habit man I use up all I can
I got the devil's hand

I was phrophisized by Shangri-La's
I am the leader of the pack
What's yours is mine, yours is mine
Told you fucker yours is mine
Told you fucker yours is mine
Thought you were a friend of mine
You were not, my boy
Friend of mine, friend of mine
Thought you were a friend of mine
Told you fucker this was mine

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!
I ain't no working man I do the best I can
I got the devil's hand rolling sixes
I am the habit man I slack off all I can
I got the devil's hand
I ain't no working man I do the best I can
I got the devil's hand rolling sixes
I am the habit man I slack off all I can
I got the devil's hand

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spooky Kids Phone Messages

1. Murder Your Marilyn
2. Janet 974-7153
3. Volcanic Eruptions
4. Dennis 721-3383
5. Helter Skelter

Murder Your Marilyn

This track is 64 minutes long, and is a conversation between Manson and a phone psychic. The message is long and rambling, more details to come.

Janet

Hey, this is Janet 974-7153
I figured to call, and tell you a little story that happened to me today
I was cruising down the Fort Lauderdale strip... You know, spring break, hell
You know, you get the picture... And I'm cruising down the street and I park my car, and I'm playing one of your tapes, and some guy comes up He's wearing this Bruce Springsteen T-shirt, Budweiser one hand, Marlboro cigarette in the other
You know, beer and cigarettes... What a man! You get the hint!
He comes up to me, and him... He and I get into this ten minute debate over whether or not you guys are satanic
I'm looking at this guy like, "Get a life, okay"
No, I'm serious... I will say one thing
I'm glad they have people like Bruce Springsteen for one reason: to get nine million cows off of your back, so you can get the real people to come to your shows
Anyway, I t... I told him that you would send him a really nice love letter, but I forgot/all I gotta do is ask his address his address
But he declined... What a life, huh?
Well, all I know is I'm bored, and if I have to watch Marcia Brady scream "Oh, my nose!" one more time today, I think I'm going to get a knife and go kill that Bruce Springsteen guy
Well, it's been real, and I'm babbling. And, no, I have no idea what the fucking movie that is, so I guess I don't get my tape, huh?
Well, have a nice day. I know... Have a nice day: Bang!
Too much of that Brady Bunch shit. Talk to you later...

Volcanic Eruptions

(note: This is a conversation between Manson and a club promoter. This was also found on the 100 Minute Demo before Justify My Love.)

Dennis

(note: this message can also be found on the 100 Minute Demo, before Devil In My Lunchbox.)
Dude, you have the grooviest message I have ever heard in my fuckin' life, dude, I'm serious. Dude, like call me some time 'cause I'm just haning out, being bored and we can hang out and I don't know man. Do some fuckin', I don't know, hang out, play so pool. Alright dude, 721- 3383. The name's Dennis. Later.

Helter Skelter

(note: this is Marilyn Manson reading lines from Charles Manson. This is probably one of the messages you would have got if you called the hotline back in the day.)

 

Mini Cassette Recordings (7:26)

This is an interesting find. It appeared on a bootleg called the Lidsville Trailer Park Picnic along with several widely bootlegged Spooky Kids demos. It's a bunch of short segments recorded on a portable tape recorder as Manson wandered around town with some friends, reciting lyrics and poetry, and making observations. Manson's voice is easily distinguishable, but I'm not sure about the others. The one sounds a bit like Pogo and another might be Daisy, but it's hard to tell since they would have been much younger at the time this was recorded than compared to the later interviews I've heard them speak in. The tape also includes a complete reading of the "club" segement from Number Nine, and ends with a couple of short clips from unknown versions of Son Of Man and White Knuckles (probably from a rehearsal). The date is unknown, but I'd venture to guess that it's 1990 due to the bits of Son of Man and Number Nine.

(beep)
[pause]

(train horn blows)
Manson: ...the train and along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo coo, and now my monkey's dead.
(train horn blows again)
Manson: I had a little monkey, I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread. Along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo coo, and now my monkey's dead. Then we walked around the tracks and we looked for body parts... hands or maybe feet. If I found a hand or a foot, then I wouldn't turn it in, I'd keep it. I'd more than likely take them myself and boil the skin off and have it for a necklace or something. We all are in a car, each our own. A herd of cattle, we move along, always ignoring lights.
(cars driving by can be heard in the background)

[pause]

Manson: Here on the ground, the ants crawl by each other and they walk over things that we see, and birds shit on the ground. Might be art to us, but it's just bird shit to them.

[pause]

Pogo(?): ...lots of liquid.
(something falls, sounds like maybe a soda can dropping from a vending machine)
Pogo(?): Now there's a sampler... (indecipherable over sound of cars) I tell ya, that's what it is.
Daisy(?): Start recording so we can get the thrill of walking.
Manson: Now we have the thrill of walking. I kick the leaves like the little people between my feet and I squish their thoughts in my toes and...
Pogo(?): Oh wow...
Manson: I run through the grass and I know...
(sound of pills shaking in a bottle)
Pogo(?): Advil...
Manson: Advil, Advil... Anna 'ad a Advil...
(sounds of cars and busses driving by)
Manson: ...gotta say hi... How you doing Teddy?
Teddy (sounds like an old bum they walked up to): Alright, you?
Manson: Pretty good. Pretty good these days.
Teddy: Yeah, I'm gonna go back in after a while and listen to them jib-jab all day long and they've been at it since four o'clock you know, most of it is traffic, where they're steering them.
Manson: Where you going back to?
Teddy: Back to Lincoln Street.
Manson: Oh, that's where you live?
Teddy: Yeah.
Manson: You just come up here and take a walk around?
Teddy: Yeah, I take a walk about every morning. They get me up too early, three thirty, four o'clock in the morning. So when it come eight o'clock I said I'll take a walk. I'll make it back by ten thirty.
Manson: Okay, have a good day.
Teddy: Sure.
Manson: Bye.

[pause]

(talking in a baby voice:)

Manson: It was a Halloweenie, and Frankenstein had a poop stain underwear on. And the wolfman went up to the Count Dracula and he said "You a bloody vampire." ...that's it.

[pause]
Manson: ...pretty good. Let me...
[pause]

Manson:
Standing outside, I look over the ledge.
I can see the trees and I can see the gravel and I want to jump but I don't know how.
"Take my money" is all that I think. He looks at the earring. "Fag," he mumbles.
I don't care. Life's too short. He's fat and nobody likes him.
I walk into the club and I pass a table of black girls with short hair.
They all look like men. They all look the same.
I can hear the strobe now. It's loud and the music is too bright.
I can't remember if I came alone or not, but it doesn't matter.
There are millions of people who waited all their lives, no doubt, just to be my friend.
As I near the bar I see two persons eating each other's faces.
I bark to the bartender, he gives me a placebo.
"You're so young," he says, "to be here."
I nod and swallow the bland drink.
And I walk over and I stumble near a crowd.
They think I'm a good dancer.
And I hear a girl tell another girl that she saw some girl she knows watche some other girl puke in the toilet.
I smile in their general direction.
The cute one comes over and she takes a bite from my cheek.
I start to hit her and she's grinning.
There's blood on her teeth. I don't know if it's hers or if it's mine.
"My place or yours," I ask her.
"The gutter will be fine," she confesses.
As we walk out of the club, she takes another bite out of my cheek.
And I laugh at the fat man by the door.

[pause]

Manson (in baby voice again): ...must have a problem with killing some races and getting caught, nobody wants to caught, you can't go to jail. If you kill somebody. Sure, sure I'd do it. No problem. There's nothing wrong with that. Put a knife in somebody's hand, just go kill somebody.

[pause]

(some background noise can be heard, and a faint "1,2,3,4," then the first couple of drum beats of Son Of Man)
(then it abruptly cuts to the end of White Knuckles. All that can be heard is Manson's vocals in the right channel and the keyboards in the left.)
Manson: ...you, you pulled me though with white knuckles! White knuckles! White knuckles! White knuckles! White knuckles! White knuckles!

[end]

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