Organ Grinder
"Organ Grinder" | ||
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Song by Marilyn Manson | ||
Album | Portrait of an American Family | |
Released | July 19, 1994 | |
Recorded | August–December 1993 at Criteria Studios in Miami, Florida, Record Plant Studios in Los Angeles, California, The Village Recorder and Pig | |
Genre | Alternative rock | |
Length | 4:22 | |
Label | Nothing, Interscope | |
Writer | Marilyn Manson | |
Composer | Gidget Gein, Daisy Berkowitz | |
Producer | Marilyn Manson, Trent Reznor |
"Organ Grinder" is the fourth track on the 1994 release Portrait of an American Family.
Contents
Appearances
Albums
The Manson Family Album Version
Versions
- "Organ Grinder" — Appears on Portrait of an American Family.
- "Kiddie Grinder" (Remix) — Appears on Smells Like Children.
Review by J7
- This section is only for archive purposes and has not been confirmed by any authority, and is only J7's interpretation written for your pleasure.
The song’s title is a double entendre, one meaning is taken after the high pitched organ sounds played throughout the song. The other meaning of the title, relating to the lyrics, symbolizes the pain of growing up as a child in America where parents influence the majority of a growing child’s philosophy with theirs. Parents block out anything they think is bad, “You’re not going to hear what he don’t want to hear”, which are the tools that develop a unique personality in the child. The kids are tempted with treats like “suckers, lollipops, and monkeys” and dialogue from the Child Catcher in the film Chitty Chitty Bang Bang can be heard in the middle of the song. Organ Grinder is a strange to listen to at first, but it truly captures the feeling of eventually throwing away people and things you love to become yourself, and doing that can “grind you up from the inside”. If Lunchbox was about the instilling the ire of rebellion and becoming yourself, Organ Grinder is the actual act of doing it.
Lyrics
I am the face of piss and shit and sugar I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey what i want, what i want is just your children I hate what i have become to escape what i hated being calliopenis envy from your daddy you're not gonna hear what he don't want to hear what i say disgusts him he wants to be me and that scares him "let's do a funny little dance with my funny little monkey" the black keys here is my real head, here is my real head I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me Here is my real head they try to blink me not to think me don't want to bring me out I am the rotten teeth, my fists are lined with suckers my prison skin's an eyesore-mirror-sketch-pad I am your son your dad your fag I am your fad here is my real head, here is my real head I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me here is my real head