The Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat (probably fake)

The Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat

Side A
1. White Knuckles
2. Red (In My) Head
3. My Monkey
4. Strange Same Dogma
5. Son Of Man
6. Junk The Magic Dragon
7. Jesus Is My Boyfriend (aka The Telephone, Talk Of One Thought Of None, Bitchy Beginnings Of An Oversexed Twelve Year Old)
8. IV-TV

Side B
9. Interview With Scott David

There has been a lot of speculation over the years regarding this tape, hopefully this will clear up some confusion. Scott Putesky has said on several occasions that Big Black Bus was the first Spooky Kids demo, so where did this tape come from? In early 1990, only a couple of months after founding the Spooky Kids, Scott Putesky (aka Daisy Berkowitz) and Brian Warner (aka Marilyn Manson) entered the studio with producer Frank "Rat Bastard" Falestra to record a batch of demos. Two of the tracks (Strange Same Dogma and White Knuckles) would surface on Falestra's South Florida industrial compilation "Funnel Zone." These two tracks as well as six others would also be put together on a tape (with their first radio interview with DJ Scott David) that would be dubbed "The Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat." Only a handful of copies were made, and they were released only to friends of the band, and to club owners for the purpose of booking shows.

In 2003 several tracks from these sessions would be pressed as the semi-bootleg CD "Birth Of The Anti-Christ." From what I can gather, Falestra sold the tapes to some bootleggers (who thanked him in the liner notes) and the disc was released without the approval of Scott or Manson. It must have been semi-legitimate, though, because it was carried by major retailers like amazon.com and Best Buy, who do not normally stock your usual bootleg fare. BOTAC was missing White Knuckles and Junk The Magic Dragon, but also included an alterate version of Same Strange Dogma and a short intro listed as "Wrong Radio Noise." This was just a distorted sample of the theme song from "Charles In Charge," the lame '80's sitcom. Scott has confirmed that the band did use that as intro music before some early shows, so it is a legitimate Spooky Kids track.

I was recently able to take a listen to a low generation copy of what I believe to have been an original Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat. This was a dub obtained by one collector, who got it from another collector who apparently paid a large amount of money to get an original from Falestra. This was a collector with an extensive collection of Spooky Kids memorabila, and not someone who would be easily duped, so I tend to believe that this is legitimate. That tape did not have cover artwork so above I have used a scan of a supposed cover to BMCB that Spooky Nate has posted on his page, which was provided to him by a fan called Lucifer's Uncle Mike. I'm inclined to believe that this is a fake due to the fact that the text layout appears to be computer generated, where the other early demo tapes and flyers were done by hand. If you look at the other early demos such as Grist-O-Line, or Big Black Bus, the lyrics look as if they were typed up on a typewriter, cut out, and hand-pasted onto the layout. On the fake BMCB cover, the lyrics are a dense, solid block of text with a sans-seriff font, something obviously created on a computer. Seeing as Manson was a writer at a music paper at the time, it is conceivable that he would have had access to the crude Macintosh page layout software available at the time, but it doesn't match the style of the other early demos. This tape also is similar to the apparently fake version of Big Black Bus, with same type-justified blocks of text, meaning they were probably produced by the same person.

I've compared the versions, and the tracks are the same versions that were released as BOTAC, with the exception of White Knuckles, which is the same as on Funnel Zone. The Scott David interview was also something I'd never heard of, which is another reason I'd tend to believe that this is all for real. I haven't heard the entire interview, but the part that I did hear had Manson using a vocal processor to distort his voice for the interview. Apparently later on they play a couple of tracks from the other side, but I haven't heard that part yet.

I also should note that Red (In My Head) is the same recording that can be found in remastered form on Lunchboxes & Chocklit Cows. IV-TV and Junk The Magic Dragon both will be on the second volume of Spooky Kids remasters, to be released some time in the near future. The version of White Knuckles on LB&CC is the same as on BMCB, only the intro has been extended.

White Knuckles

Smack dab flat on my back
Solid ground beginning 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

Red (In My) Head

Smiling faces on the wall
I took a walk down the hall
I banged my fist against the door
I tossed a quarter to the whore
The Camera flashes in my eyes
I spread the news she spreads her thighs
Red, red in my head
Red, red in my head

I grabbed her knuckles and I yanked them all
I bent her in half like a barbie doll
Love, hate
Take this flesh and meditate

I sat there with her
We sat there 2
She said to me
What should we do
I know some tricks
and I'll show them to you
Your mother won't mind at all if I do
To you

The poor little girl
The poor little girl
The poor little girl didn't know what to say
For her mother was out of the house today
Today
Today
Red, red in my head
Red, red in my head

We didn't exactly kill her, it was an accident
I killed a girl once, it was no accident
I was in love
He's still killing her
He's still killing her


The poor little girl
The poor little girl
The poor little girl didn't know what to say
For her mother was out of the house today
Today
Today
Red, red in my head
Red, red in my head

Then he killed her and chopped her up then he cooked her and he ate her (?)

Red, red they call me red
Red, in bed
The girl

My Monkey

The World of Madness is a lot Bigger than the World of Sane

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 koo koo
And now my monkey's dead
At least he looks that way
But then again don't we all

I'm the Pope, I'm ten times the pope, I'm a fifty times the Pope
But I'm the Pope in the hills and in the mountains


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 koo koo
And now my monkey's dead...
Yeah he's dead...
Poor little monkey

Lying down, on the ground, with his head stuffed under his arms
My monkey my monkey my monkey bought the farm

I play music, people are affected by the music I play
That doesn't mean I direct the traffic
That I put a knife in somebody's hand
Tell them to go kill somebody...


We are our own wicked gods
With little g's and big dicks
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise

heh heh yeah...

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 koo koo
And now my monkey's dead
Dead...dead my monkeys dead he's dead
Now why why...

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 koo koo
And now my monkey's dead

The primates scream of consonance is a reflection of his own minds dissonance

Redrum!

Strange Same Dogma

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

 

 

Son Of Man
(a cover of Black Sabbath's Iron Man with new lyrics)

Rise up Son of Man
New York City's Son of Sam
With a gun in hand
He rapes the women of our land

Blood and family darkness death depravity
Keep out of his way
Live to lie another day

He picked up a .44 caliber gun
To shoot her down, down

He was told to kill
Dogs and Demons gave him will
Spirit roaming night
Sullen vampire hating life

Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengance
That he will soon unfurl

Now the time is here
For Son of Sam to spread fear
Father holy ghost, wicked son who kills the most

Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge

Down, down, down...

Gunshots full of lead
Fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Son of Sam killed again!

Down, down, down...
Down, down, down...

Junk The Magic Dragon

Mellow yellow acid kiss
Warhol painted kaleido-trips
Spining, spining, spin again
Coke, tar, crystal methane thrill
Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried
Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried

Junk the magic dragon
Lives, in my brain
Junk the magic dragon, yeah
Love will always end, it ends in pain

(?)

Bones are pulled so tight on skin
Like canvas tent poles oh so thin
Winding smile upon my lips
All but instant death sentence

Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried
Cash in dime for a ride
My soul's like Jesus, crucified

Junk the magic dragon
Lives, in my brain
Junk the magic dragon, yeah
Love will always end, it ends in pain

(?)

Jesus Is My Boyfriend
(a.k.a. The Telephone, Talk Of One Thought Of None,
Bitchy Beginnings Of An Oversexed Twelve Year Old)

Another night of too much cough syrup
I'm awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone
I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes
and my mouth is dry and tastes shitty

Again the ringing

Slowly I bustle out of bed
The remnants of an erection still lingering in my shorts
Like a bothersome guest

Again the ringing

Carefully I abscond to the bathroom
As to not display my manhood to others
There I make the perfunctory morning faces
Which always seem to precede my daily contribution
To the once-blue toilet water
That I always enjoy making green

Again the ringing

I shake twice like most others
and I'm annoyed by the dribble that always seems to remain
Causing a small acreage of wetness on the front of my briefs
I slowly languidly, lazily, crazily,
Stumble into the den
Where my father smokes his guitars
I mean cigars
In his easy chair
I know all about easy chairs
and then I sing a song for my friends

Jesus is my boyfriend
Jesus is my boyfriend
You can't have him
Because jesus is my boyfriend

Ringing ringing
Dang it goddamn motherfucking son-of-a-bitch is ringing
I walk into the kitchen and I
Stare blankly at that shrieking plastic bastard
Since it keeps ringing I know it's her
and since it keeps ringing she knows it's me

We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a darker day
So let's start killing
There's a choice you're making
We're sparing our own lives
It's true we'll make a darker day
Just you and me

(note: according to Scott's discography, the instrumenal section at the end is called The Nighthawks)

IV-TV

Black Sun came and changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain
Drove the children from their chores
Handcrafted housewives into whores

Society snake it ate our brains
Injected poison in our veins
T.V. minds hip swing grinds
Faces cracked and filled with lines
Black sun came and changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain

Introveneous T.V. feeds
Bedroom violence all he sees
Ride the lightning to the sky
Stab the clouds and watch them cry
Black sun came and changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain

All we do is smite
for what we think is right
Sound of mind bereft of sight
Denial taking human life

Clouds go by children run
Gulls do nosedives in the sun
Water falling from a spout
into wanting thirsty mouths

Black sun came and changed out name
Made our lives this simple stain
Made our lives this simple stain
Made our lives this simple stain

All we do is smite
for what we think is right
Sound of mind bereft of sight
Denial taking human life

All we do is smite
for what we think is right
Sound of mind bereft of sight
Endless blinding cathode light

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks to Spooky Nate for the lyrics!

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