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What a Shame
I was reading, just a few minutes ago, about a complete rejection of today's society, its structures, its customs, its trappings. A criticism that is certainly understandable, yet incredibly false in content. Undoubtedly, we have much to complain about, everything around us, in our reality controlled by GPS and a thousand other satellites that monitor our every move and keep track of our every movement, without our beloved powerful ones, and their media services, changing their smiling expression to inform us. Of course, knowing how many times we go to the toilet each day might prove useful, for the sake of a potential interrogation.
Doesn't it seem like a nightmare? Doesn't it seem like we are living it too calmly? I wonder why we sometimes still feel that thrill, that adrenaline, in doing certain things, in planning, in action. We are incredibly foolish to continue living every day in the same way, to serve and foster a system more idiotic than us, to rejoice in our brands. Only now do I realize this dichotomy between what we know to be right and what we do.
The saddest, most shameful aspect of the matter is that we are the children of a generation that was the first to raise its head, chant its slogans, loudly express its indignation and anger. The '68 was a miserably wasted opportunity. I remember my grandfather talking about kids going to school armed, the vibrant atmosphere of that era, the sense of impending changes that, month after month, year after year, never came. Sexual revolution? Let's not tell ourselves stories. Most of the sixties' activists ended up in devouring and parasitic companies, which base their profits on the exploitation of human and natural resources. Opportunists. Even my grandfather, against his will, gave in.
One of those who believed in it was John Sinclair. A true "gray eminence" of the MC5, Sinclair from Detroit etched a part of last century’s history among the grooves of this unforgettable live album. Screams, incredible riffs, outbursts between punk and something else, a scorching magma of anger and desire to be united. Bearers of the "torch of Guccinian anarchy," in a way, the MC5 represents what the world could have been today. Not a commune, of course, but a fundamentally different entity. His naive yet so heartfelt sermons on revolution, awakening, on being proud of one's identity as social agitators, still offer a particular feeling. Listening to them, it's hard not to nod and smile, and think about how to make a change,
Perhaps there's nothing left to do, many say. A civilization that tends towards self-destruction logically loses the acquired supremacy and the privilege of existing. But in the depths of your heart, don't you feel an irresistible urge to unite and participate in something new, something better? I'm tired of putting on my grandfather's leather jacket and thinking about what I could have done if I had lived in that era.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
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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