'Kicks' Lou Reed (Coney Island Baby, 1976)

The morning of the show, right ...

Thinking through choices here, whether or not to choose something of deep emotional worth or this deconstructed gem, just listen to the drum-beat; perhaps though this track is a more appropriate response to the soldiers in the street and the confusion in my head, ferried as it is by the way the music builds amid all the sound effects all those chance conversations.

How you get your adrenalin flowing ...

What is with that beat, god it kills me. 'When the blood is coming down his neck, now ...' 

Pitchfork's take on the 30 year reissue: 

Kicks” is the track that benefits most from this 30th anniversary reissue’s superb, wintry-crisp remastering job, playing up the contrast between the song’s creeping momentum and its house-party ambience, while the random, sudden foregrounding of the background chatter— reminiscent of Reed’s own intrusions on John Cale’s “Lady Godiva’s Operation”— is as startling as the best horror-movie shocks. And the title track’s dreamy reminiscence is, of course, more vivid and affecting than ever, heavenly white soul that inhabits the same rarefied sphere as Van Morrison’s Astral Weeks.

Just love the way it builds, but holds back. It's a classic expression of desire held in aspic. 

When you cut that dude with just a little mania
You did it so, ... ah

When the blood comma’ down his neck ...
Don’t you know it was better than sex, now, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
’cause it was, the final thing to do, now
Get somebody to come on to you
and then you just get somebody to
to now, now, come on to you
And then you kill ‘em, yeah
You kill ‘em, now, now, cause I need kicks ...
I’m getting bored, I need, need, need, need now, now some kicks
Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it to me now, now, kicks
Hey, newspaper ...
You did it so, wow, crudely, now
With that blood coming down his chest
It was way better than sex, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
It was the final thing to do
Get somebody to came, come on to you, then
Get somebody to, ah, come on to you
Better kill them now
Better kill him now, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill him now, now
’Cause I need kicks
I need some kicks
I’m getting bored
I need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Yeah, need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Oh, give it now, kicks
Yeah, need some kicks
Yeah, need some k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k, kicks
Oh, give it me now, now
Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks ...

Taken from Vulture's rather earnest list of 10 'great lesser-known Lou Reed songs' ...

5. Lou Reed, “Kicks” (1976)
Coney Island Baby is prized by Lou aficionados for its creamy sound and Reed’s heart-on-his-sleeve lyrics. “Kicks” is the album’s outlier, though, as Reed viciously sings of homicidal tendencies over a sinister, jazzy groove and the background chatter of overlapping voices, creating a highly paranoid environment.