The second time she sang 'Do the Watusi' and looked at the guitar player. She had that moment of pure joy. Her smile says it all. I've always loved this performance. When I was a kid i sussed the bit when she swore and that was epic. But later on, when I was getting my chops as a teen..I understood more. It's very deep in my heart.
I fucking LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE HOW she looks here. I had a dream that her and I moved to New York and had this mature relationship and we talked about having male and female friends and how we got jealous and how that affected us, and she introduced me to Michael stipe from REM and I got jealous that they were friends even though I knew he was gay. then I woke up in a bed alone in a sober house in Maine because I'm a junkee. truth.. that was last year lol
At 3:53, when she adds "If you are male and choose other than female, you must take the responsibility of holding the key to freedom" to the song, I think she's talking about Robert Mapplethorpe
I accidentally played this on RUclips at the same time as A Star is born Lady Gaga I will never love again and it's seems to express all my emotions. Thank you Patti Smith and Lady Gaga. Much love.
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating Another boy was sliding up the hallway He merged perfectly with the hallway, He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run, But the movie kept moving as planned The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker, He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees, Started crashing his head against the locker, Started crashing his head against the locker, Started laughing hysterically When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by Horses, horses, horses, horses Coming in in all directions White shining, silver studs with their nose in flames, He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses. Do you know how to pony like bony maroney Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator And you twist the twister like your baby sister I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee, Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control, Got to lose control and then you take control, Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that, Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that, Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, in his sperm coffin Angel looks down at him and says, "Oh, pretty boy, Can't you show me nothing but surrender?" Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket, Taped to his chest there's the answer, You got pen knives and jack knives and Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred Then he cries, then he screams, saying Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud, Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi There's a little place, a place called space It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks, Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that, You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that, And the name of the band is the Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes Baby calm down, better calm down, On the night, in the eye of the forest There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair, I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair, I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that Up there, there is a sea Up there, there is a sea Up there, there is a sea The sea's the possibility There is no land but the land (Up there is just a sea of possibilities) There is no sea but the sea (Up there is a wall of possibilities) There is no keeper of the key (Up there there are several walls of possibilities) Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities. (Up there) I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor I felt his hand on my knee (On the screen) And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame (In the heart of man) The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions Gradually lapping into sea horses He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat(The spoon) And let it deep in (The veins) Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities (It started hardening) Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area (Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud) And go Johnny go and do the watusi, Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi Shined open, coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse And my fingers all entwined in your silky hair, I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers, The hairs were like wires going through my body I, I that's how I That's how I I died (At that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after) (They knew what they were after) (Everything on the current) Moved up I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth, Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities There's no land, but the land Looked at my hands, and there's a red stream That went streaming through the sands like fingers, Like arteries, like fingers He lay, pressing it against his throat (Your eyes) He opened his throat (Your eyes) His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard, No one heard that cry, No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat, Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly, And so he seized the first (His vocal chords shot up) It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate (There is nothing happening at all) And go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep Saw this sweet young thing (Fender one) Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter In the sheets There was a man Dancing around To the simple Rock & roll Song
I was at a concert in Zurich where she pulled a young lady up on the stage and shoved a guitar in her hand. She was terrified as she had no idea how to play, but it was Patti’s and unplugged...so all was good.
Man! This is epic. She's irreplaceable, still, we need more Patti's.
She doesn’t seem to force anything our society imposed as female on herself & she’s absolutely empowering. She shines.
Everyone loves Patti the artistic wise elder, but boy oh boy she was truly something else when she was young.
This is what genius is. 🧡
No. And people overuse the word genius
Just now discovering her. Always going backwards with musical discoveries. She is fucking amazing. ❤🤯🤯🤯
Patti Smith is one of the great living pillers of cool.
There are not many left in the world today.
The second time she sang 'Do the Watusi' and looked at the guitar player. She had that moment of pure joy. Her smile says it all. I've always loved this performance. When I was a kid i sussed the bit when she swore and that was epic. But later on, when I was getting my chops as a teen..I understood more. It's very deep in my heart.
That guitar reaches into my soul
❤️❤️❤️.. Patti at her prime.. art..music..live.. wow!
Just the greatest.
One of my absolute favorite people
She’s amazing..
So good I almost cried,,,, such memories,,, Rock On PSG !!!
We will never forget,,,,,
I fucking LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE HOW she looks here. I had a dream that her and I moved to New York and had this mature relationship and we talked about having male and female friends and how we got jealous and how that affected us, and she introduced me to Michael stipe from REM and I got jealous that they were friends even though I knew he was gay. then I woke up in a bed alone in a sober house in Maine because I'm a junkee.
truth.. that was last year lol
Huh?
🤩💞🥰
Poor soul.
Not for your dream, but for the damn sober house.
I've always prefered jail before going there. 😬
At 3:53, when she adds "If you are male and choose other than female, you must take the responsibility of holding the key to freedom" to the song, I think she's talking about Robert Mapplethorpe
Yep Johnny was based upon him
Bach of Rock
barock (baroque) :)
Right on. Rimbaud of rock, too.
YA just gotta Love PSG !!!
47 years later?? I Still listen and Love Them!!
Da war ich 18...when I"ll think of all the good times...und die Horses LP hab ich gefühlt 1000 mal abgespielt...
Goddess and the Band thank you for your Music!
I accidentally played this on RUclips at the same time as A Star is born Lady Gaga I will never love again and it's seems to express all my emotions. Thank you Patti Smith and Lady Gaga. Much love.
Love her!
Beautiful beautiful beautiful 🌹🌹🌹
Patti at her most powerful ++++++++
Goddess ❤️
Magnificent.
Unreal, From the heart.
OUTSTANDING... MY GODESS!
Thanks for this! Amazing quality! It still amazes me that _Because the Night_ was her breakout song when gems like these didn't.
a treasure record. Thanks for ever
This was the tour I saw her on Bruce.
Jeff Pollock you saw this show ? isn't this just the old grey whistle test in new York?
And more some 🌹🌹🌹
Hermosa ♥
LENDÁRIA
"Jah lives, Mr.Thorpe ..."
How you dream rock n roll 😎✌️
In a perfect world ALL the F'ing (self described) classic rock stations wound play this as often as Stairway 😎💗😎🤘😘😘😘
♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
La Beauté sera convulsive . André Breton .
Yes
Great white buffalo!!
🌹
Ya it’s actually just eternal her spirt and leadership...feminine trailblazer so many could be inspired by...
🌹🌹
I'm worried that when these artists will all die, to who we will look up to.
44 years ago today
Legend
Surprised this got aired on the Old Grey Whistle Test
Way ahead of her time. And well before punk
Horses.
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway
The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
But the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
Started crashing his head against the locker,
Started crashing his head against the locker,
Started laughing hysterically
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White shining, silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi
Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, in his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, "Oh, pretty boy,
Can't you show me nothing but surrender?"
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
Taped to his chest there's the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi
There's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,
Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is the
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes
Baby calm down, better calm down,
On the night, in the eye of the forest
There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
Up there, there is a sea
Up there, there is a sea
Up there, there is a sea
The sea's the possibility
There is no land but the land (Up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea (Up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper of the key (Up there there are several walls of possibilities)
Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities. (Up there)
I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor
I felt his hand on my knee (On the screen)
And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame (In the heart of man)
The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions
Gradually lapping into sea horses
He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat(The spoon)
And let it deep in (The veins)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities (It started hardening)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area
(Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud)
And go Johnny go and do the watusi,
Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi
Shined open, coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining
Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
And my fingers all entwined in your silky hair,
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,
The hairs were like wires going through my body
I, I that's how I
That's how I
I died (At that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)
(They knew what they were after)
(Everything on the current) Moved up
I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,
Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
There's no land, but the land
Looked at my hands, and there's a red stream
That went streaming through the sands like fingers,
Like arteries, like fingers
He lay, pressing it against his throat (Your eyes)
He opened his throat (Your eyes)
His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands
The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry,
No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,
Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,
And so he seized the first (His vocal chords shot up)
It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate (There is nothing happening at all)
And go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep
Saw this sweet young thing (Fender one)
Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter
In the sheets
There was a man
Dancing around
To the simple
Rock & roll
Song
Horses White Horses :)
William Burroughs!
Switchblades preferred.
Is it me but is she dropping the F bomb 🤔
“and the name of the band is fuck you!” What a perfect summation of the punk aesthetic.
Happy nace flag 👉📸🍒🐑
Is this the same Patti Smith that sang "goodbye to you" in the 1980s?
Not the same person.
That’s Patti Smyth, pronounced Smythe long i
her guitar wasn't plugged in?
r u new here
You can’t do that on the BBC in 1976, but ……
Was she going for imitation of the beats?
She was the last beat...... she spent her early years with Burroughs, Ginsberg, Corso.... they were her teachers
@@dustyoldhat thanks for that info. I didn't know
@@lastnamefirst4035 Read her book Just Kids, she talks all about it and living in the Chelsea Hotel in the 60s
@@dustyoldhat oh yeah! I will read her book. Thanks for reminding me about it ☺
Anybody know who the band is? Maybe her husband, Fred one of the guitarists?
This is her original band: Lenny Kaye (guitar), Richard Sohl (keyboards), Ivan Kral (bass) & Jay Dee Daugherty (drums)
This is the shit. Original. RNR
Did she steal Bob Dylan's look or did he steal hers?
Very good ! Fuera Bolsonaro !
her guitar isn't plugged in
absoluteego nah it never is.
I was at a concert in Zurich where she pulled a young lady up on the stage and shoved a guitar in her hand. She was terrified as she had no idea how to play, but it was Patti’s and unplugged...so all was good.
In this song, or everytime?
it's plugged in, you can hear scratch the strings.
Does she ever play that guitar?
she has said she only knows 6 chords, I think she just likes the way it looks and feels when she's performing lol