Heavily influenced by American rock & roll, Mitchell (who went solo in 1963) has often recorded outside France, at first in London, but later in Memphis and Nashville, Tennessee. Guitarist Jimmy Page and drummer Bob Graham were among the British session musicians who regularly supported him in London.
Mister J.B.
Eddy Mitchell Lyrics
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Hey
Hey, Mister J.B.
Refais-moi
Le coup du funky, funky, funky, funky
Hey, Mister J.B.
Le coup du funky
Mister Dynamite
Parrain de la soul-music
Où est passée ta sex-machine?
Tu sais, I feel good
Quand tu danses, chantes et bouges
C'est très grand, aint' that a groove?
C'était moins marrant
À la Nouvelle-Orléans
Toi en prison, c'est navrant
Hey, Mister J.B.
Refais-moi
Le coup du funky, funky, funky, funky
Hey, Mister J.B.
Refais-moi
Le coup du funky
T'as fait le boxeur
Pour les blancs, t'as été cireur
Mais pour les noirs, le soul brother
T'es l'dieu des rappeurs
Ces pâles imitateurs, oh
Qui n'arrivent pas à ta hauteur
Je crie, please, please, please
Reviens et fais sonner tes cuivres
Et j'pourrai dire "I got feelin'"
Hey, Mister J.B.
Refais-moi
Le coup du funky, funky, funky, funky
Hey, Mister J.B.
Refais-moi
Le coup du funky
Ah, ah, ah
Ow
In Eddy Mitchell's song "Mister JB," the lyrics pay homage to James Brown, often referred to as "Mister Dynamite" and the "Godfather of Soul." The song begins with the singer calling out to Mister JB, asking him to recreate the magic of his funky music. The repetition of "funky, funky, funky" emphasizes the infectious and energetic nature of James Brown's style.
The lyrics continue by asking where Mister Dynamite's sex appeal and charisma have gone. The mention of James Brown's iconic line, "I feel good," highlights the joy and excitement he brought to his performances. The singer recognizes the greatness of James Brown's singing, dancing, and stage presence, describing it as a captivating and groovy experience.
The song also acknowledges the difficult times James Brown faced, including his imprisonment in New Orleans, which is lamented as a tragic event. Despite the hardships, the singer calls upon Mister JB to recreate his funky style, urging him to bring back the funk and fill the air with the sound of his brass instruments. The lyrics express a longing for the energy and passion that James Brown's music brought, emphasizing the desire for that feeling to return.
Line by Line Meaning
Hey, Mister J.B.
Hello, Mr. J.B.
Refais-moi
Do it again for me
Le coup du funky, funky, funky, funky
The funky, funky, funky, funky move
Mister Dynamite
Mr. Dynamite
Parrain de la soul-music
Godfather of soul music
Où est passée ta sex-machine?
Where did your sex machine go?
Tu sais, I feel good
You know, I feel good
Quand tu danses, chantes et bouges
When you dance, sing, and move
C'est très grand, aint' that a groove?
It's very great, isn't that a groove?
C'était moins marrant
It was less fun
À la Nouvelle-Orléans
In New Orleans
Toi en prison, c'est navrant
You in prison, it's distressing
T'as fait le boxeur
You played the boxer
Pour les blancs, t'as été cireur
For the whites, you were a shoe shine boy
Mais pour les noirs, le soul brother
But for the black people, the soul brother
T'es l'dieu des rappeurs
You're the god of rappers
Ces pâles imitateurs, oh
These pale imitators, oh
Qui n'arrivent pas à ta hauteur
Who can't reach your level
Je crie, please, please, please
I shout, please, please, please
Reviens et fais sonner tes cuivres
Come back and make your brass instruments sound
Et j'pourrai dire "I got feelin'"
And I will be able to say "I got feeling"
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ow
Ow
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Michel Gaucher, Claude Moine
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Merci beaucoup, quelle chanteur j'adore ❤