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Peccato
Leggevo, pochi minuti fa, di un completo rifiuto della società odierna, delle sue strutture, dei suoi costumi, dei suoi orpelli. Un attacco condivisibile, certo, ma incredibilmente falso nel contenuto. Indubbiamente abbiamo di che lamentarci, tutto ciò che intorno a noi, nella nostra realtà controllata dal GPS e da mille altri satelliti, che monitorano ogni nostro movimento e tengono il conto di ogni nostro spostamento, senza che i nostri amati potenti, e i loro servizi mediatici, mutino la loro sorridente espressione per informarcene. Certo, sapere quante volte andiamo al cesso ogni giorno potrebbe risultare utile, ai fini di un eventuale interrogatorio.
Non vi pare un incubo? Non vi pare che lo stiamo vivendo troppo serenamente? Mi chiedo perchè a volte sentiamo ancora quel brivido, quell'adrenalina, nel fare certe cose, nel progettare, nell'azione. Siamo incredibilmente stupidi a continuare a vivere ogni giorno allo stesso modo, a servire e foraggiare un sistema più idiota di noi, a rallegrarci delle nostre griffe. Solo ora mi rendo conto di questa dicotomia tra ciò che sappiamo essere giusto e ciò che facciamo.
L'aspetto più triste, più vergognoso della questione è che siamo figli di una generazione che per prima aveva alzato la testa, sbandieato i propri slogan, urlato senza mezze parole la propria indignazione e la propria rabbia. Il '68 è stata un'opportunità miseramente sprecata. Ricordo che mio nonno parlava di ragazzi che si recavano a scuola armati, dell'aria frizzante di quell'epoca, del sentore di cambiamenti imminenti che, mese dopo mese, anno dopo anno, non sono arrivati. Rivoluzione sessuale? Non raccontiamoci storie. I sessantottini sono finiti quasi tutti in aziende antropofaghe e parassitarie, che regolano il proprio profito sullo sfruttamento di risorse umane e naturali. Opportunisti. Anche mio nonno, suo malgrado, ha ceduto.
Uno di quelli che ci credeva era John Sinclair.Vera e propria "eminenza grigia" degli MC5, Sinclair di Detroit ha segnato, fra i solchi di questo live indimenticabile, una parte della storia del secolo scorso. Urla, riff incredibili, sfuriate tra il punk e qualcos'altro, un magma incandescente di ira e voglia di essere uniti. Portatori della "fiaccola dell'anarchia" gucciniana, in un certo modo, gli MC5 rappresentano cosa sarebbe potuto essere oggi il mondo.Non una comune, certo, ma un ente sostanzialmente diverso. Le sue ingenue, ma così sentite, prediche sulla rivoluzione, sulla presa di coscienza, sull'essere fieri della propria identità di agitatori sociali, regalano ancora una sensazione particolare. Ascoltandoli, è dificile non annuire e sorridere, e pensare a come fare per cambiare,
Forse non c'è più nulla da fare, dicono molti. Una civiltà che tende all'autodistruzione perde logicamente la supremazia acquisita e il privilegio di esistere. Ma, in fondo al cuore, non sentite un'irresistibile voglia di unirvi tutti e di partecipare a qualcosa di nuovo, di migliore? Sono stanco di mettermi il giubbotto di pelle di mio nonno e pensare a cosa avrei potuto fare, se fossi vissuto a quell'epoca.
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
01 Ramblin' Rose (04:15)
Love is like a Ramblin' Rose
The more you feed it
The more it grows,
Ramblin'Rose, Ramblin'Rose,
Come on home
Ramblin' Rose,
Is such a ball
Diamond rings
And a Cadillac car,
Ramblin' Rose, Ramblin' Rose
Come on home
Ramblin' Rose
Ramblin' around,
Ramblin' Rose
I'm gonna put you down
Ramblin' Rose, Ramblin' Rose
Come on home
Love is like a Ramblin' Rose
The more you feed it,
The more it grows
Ramblin' Rose, Ramblin' Rose
Come on home
I need a Ramblin' Rose
Ramblin' Rose
(repeat 'til end)
02 Kick Out the Jams (02:52)
Kick out the jams motherfuckers !
Yeah! I, I, I, I, I'm gonna
I'm gonna kick 'em out ! Yeah !
Well i feel pretty good
And i guess that i could get crazy now baby
Cause we all got in tune
And when the dressing room got hazy now baby
I know how you want it child
Hot, quick and tight
The girls can't stand it
When you're doin'it right
Let me up on the stand
And let me kick out the jam
Yes, kick out the jams
I want to kick'em out !
Yes i'm starting to sweat
You know my shirt's all wet
What a feeling
In the sound that abounds
And resounds and rebounds off the ceiling
You gotta have it baby
You can't do without
When you get that feeling
You gotta sock'em out
Put that mike in my hand
And let me kick out the jam
Yes ! Kick out the jams
I want to kick'em out
( guitar )
So you got to give it up
You know you can't get enough Miss Mackenzie
Cause it gets in your brain
It drives you insane
With the frenzy
The wigglin guitars girl
The crash of the drums
Make you wanna keep-a-rockin'
Till the morning comes
Let me be who i am
And let me kick out the jam
Yes, kick out the jams
I done kicked em out !!!
03 Come Together (04:29)
I AM OUT YOU ARE IN
LET US FORM A LINK
AND MOVE IN RHYTHMS
SLIDE APART AND SLIDE APART
COME TOGETHER YES
TOGETHER IN THE DARKNESS...
COME WITH ME
LET US DANCE THE
LET US DANCE THE DANCE
THE DANCE FROM WHICH ALL DANCES COME
YES TOGETHER IN THE DARKNESS
ASTOUNDING OHH
TOGETHER MAMA YES YES YES
TOGETHER MOMMA YES YES YES YES
ALL THE GUIDING RHYTHMS OF THE
ALL THE NERVE THAT TAKES A LOVER
NIPPLES STIFFEN, NIPPLES STIFFEN,
NIPPLES STIFFEN MAMA
LET ME GIVE TONGUE TO IT YES
LET ME GIVE TONGUE TO IT YES
TOGETHER IN THE DARKNESS... COME WITH ME
YES YES YES TOGETHER MOMMA
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES WOW!
OH GOD, IT’S GETTING CLOSER
OH AND WHEN IT GETS CLOSER
OH GOD IT’S SO CLOSE NOW
GOD IT’S SO CLOSE YES YES YES
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES
ALL RIGHT BUILD TO A RISING
BUILD TO A GATHERING
BUILD TO A QUAKING
BUILD TO ERUPTION
BUILD TO A PEAK AND
FALL GASPING OVER
TOGETHER YES TOGETHER IN THE DARKNESS
OWWW! NOW, NOW, NOW, OWWW! YOWWW!
04 Rocket Reducer No. 62 (Rama Lama Fa Fa Fa) (05:41)
After some good tokes and a six pack
We can sock 'em out for you
Till you're flat on your back
You know i got to keep it up
Cause i'm a natural man
I'm a born hell raiser
And i don't give a damn
I'm the man for you baby
I'm the man for you baby
I'm the man for you baby
I'm the man for you baby
I'm the man for you
Workin' here before your momma
soakin wet
You think you're satisfied
You ain't seen nothing yet
I said WHAM BAM THANK YOU MA'AM
I'm a born ass pincher
And i don't give a damn
(chorus)
lead…
Rama lama fa fa fa…
You can lay it down on me, momma
Any old time
We can shimmy so good
We'll both be stoned O-Mind
I'm irresistably bad
The cooles' what am
Robin Tyner's the name
And i kick out the jams
(chorus)
05 Borderline (02:54)
I'm at my borderline
I'm at my borderline
Love you girl, but I just don't know why
I, have to love you so.
When I make love to you
when I make love to you
Love is true, but I just don't know why
I, have to love you so.
Need you girl, can't say why
come on over here, love me now
you know you know, you got to know,
you're movin around, pushin me past
my borderline, yeah yeah.
It's about time
it's about time
Love you girl, but I just don't know
why I have to love you so.
Need you girl, can't you feel
I just got to know, if it's real
Big and strong, hard and fine,
but you're movin around, pushin me past
my borderline, yeah yeah
ooooooooooh, ooooooooooh
I'm at my borderline
I'm at my borderline
I'm at my borderline
06 Motor City Is Burning (06:04)
Ya know, the Motor City is burning babe,
there ain't a thing in the world that they can do.
Ya know, the Motor City is burning people,
there ain't a thing that white society can do.
Ma home town burning down to the ground,
worser than Vietnam.
Let me tell you how it started now ...
it started on 12th and Clairmount that morning.
It made the beat cops all jump and shout,
Ah said, it started on 12th and Clairmount that morning,
It made the pigs in the street freak out.
The fire wagons kept comin', baby,
but the Black Panther snipers wouldn't let them put it out, wouldn't let them put it out, wouldn't let them put it out.
Guitar solo "get it on ... "
Well, there were fire bombs bursting all around, people, Ya know there were soldiers standing everywhere.
I said there was fire bombs bursting all around me, baby, Ya know there was National Guard everywhere.
Ah can hear my people screaming.
Sirens fill the air, fill the air, fill the air.
Guitar solo
Your mama papa don't know what the trouble is
you see, they don't know what it's all about.
Ah said, your mama papa don't know what the trouble is, baby,
they just can't see what it's all about.
Read the news, read the newspapers, baby?
You just get out there in the street and check it out!
Guitar solo
Ah said, the Motor City is burning, people,
I ain't hanging round to fight it out.
Ah said, the Motor City is burning, people,
just not hang around to fight it out.
Well, I'm taking my wife and my people and ???
Well, just before I go, baby, ???? ,
firemans on the street, people all around,
Now, I guess it's true,
I'd just like to strike a match for freedom myself,
I may be a white boy, but I can be bad, too.
Yes, it's true now, yes, it's true now.
Guitars, end
"Let it all burn! Let it all burn!"
08 Starship (08:24)
Starship, starship take me
Take me where I want to go
Out there among the planets
Let a billion suns cast my shadow
Starship, starship take me
Stretch our legs in time and space
Take a passage through the vacuum
Let me feel the stars burnin' on my face
Ten for the gravity, checkpoint
Nine for polarity, checkpoint
Eight for the (?)
Seven for the prismatic time warp
Six for the spirit of the captain, captain
Five for the power of the nucleus nebula
Four for the eyes, ears, nose, think, feel, speak
Three for the many levels
Two for the chromosome
One for the energy
One for the energy
One check
One check
One check
One check
One check
One check
Leaving the solar system
Leaving the solar system
Leaving the solar system
Leaving the solar system
Leaving
Leaving
Leaving
Leaving
It's cold in sunfire glory
From this point I rise to infinity
There is a land whose beauty is almost
Unimaginable to the human mind
In a daze we stand there and look further
Than the ordinary eye can see
Children, far above the roof of this world
We can encompass vistas of the worlds
There is a land where the sun shines eternally
Eternally, eternally
Out there in outer space is a living
Blazing fire so vital and alive
That it burns our eyes to witness it's spendor
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Altre recensioni
Di VincVega
Kick Out The Jams degli MC5 è il primo grande album veramente duro, violento e devastante della storia del rock.
Le distorsioni delle chitarre ti spezzano in due le gambe, la voce di Tyner ti porta in un universo parallelo dal quale è difficile scappare.
Di Sempresolointer
Qui si parla del Rock più puro mai uscito da un Live.
And right now, right now, right now is time to..kick out the jams motherfuckers!
