And right now, right now
Right now, it's time to
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
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 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
Right now, it's time to
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
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 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
inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 4/6/2019 - 20:27
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Scritta da Rob Tyner, Wayne Kramer, Fred "Sonic" Smith, Michael Davis e Dennis Thompson, gli MC5
La traccia che dà il titolo al debut album del 1969, registrato live al Detroit's Grande Ballroom il 30 31 ottobre 1968
Non dovrei essere così timido con una canzone così ma, vista la "strettissima" policy che i perfidi Admins sono soliti applicare, la propongo come Extra.
Quando ascoltiamo il cantante degli MC5 Robert W. Derminer, in arte Rob Tyner, attaccare il pezzo con l'intro urlata "And right now... right now... right now it's time to... KICK OUT THE JAMS, MOTHERFUCKERS!", beh, forse non ci rendiamo conto oggi dell'effetto che produsse allora... Una canzone generazionale, iconoclasta, dal contenuto esplicitamente sessuale e lascivo, che invitava a liberarsi, a calciar via ogni convenzione, che gridava l'urgenza della liberazione, della rivoluzione. Anche la musica, oltre alle parole infiammarie, toccava dei vertici di violenza e fuoco sonori raramente raggiunti anche nel successivo punk.
Anni dopo, Wayne Kramer ebbe a dire che in realtà il "Kick Out The Jams, Motherfuckers!" era un'imprecazione usata dagli MC5 quando, ai loro esordi nei primi anni 60, erano costretti a dividere il palco con band meno energiche, per indurle a smettere, ma questo non cambia il fatto che quella canzone abbia incarnato lo spirito stesso di quel "69, Année Erotique" et Révolutionnaire.