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“I’ve noticed that once a pop musician turns older than 60 — Smith is 65 — the by-now-idiotic, almost-meaningless word "icon” is attached to the musician in reviews like a leech. The word sucks out the complexity of the artist, if he or she is an interesting one, and replaces it with banal compliments. Thus this marvelously uneven, frequently transporting new album has been greeted with not a few reviews padded out with meaningless phrases describing Smith as a “shaman” and a “punk-rock goddess.” This is lazy, condescending and ahistorical — all things Patti Smith never is.“ – Ken Tucker

(via On ‘Banga,’ Patti Smith Pays Homage To Friends : NPR)

Banga! Banga!
  • Banga! Banga!
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Lemme get it, ain’t no playing with it
Lemme get it, Lemme get it

Fire, make it shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
You’re so automatic
Can’t none of them see you
Five stars going off on ‘em baby
I love how you flex
Your style is so crazy, you’re a fire on the set
You’re a problem, girl, gotta get you
Ain’t no waitin’ with it
The one you came here with
Yell that boy forget it
Too faded’s what to tell him
'Cause I got him next
You don’t need no explanation
Let him see and figure it out

Your eyes are telling that you’re riding with me
But I’d be lyin’ if I didn’t admit
The things I wanna say to you right here
I didn’t said it but I just can’t say it 'til I said it

You’re a banga banga banga banga banga
I wanna pledge a bet
Before the night is over
Girl, I’m gonna make it that
So, promise if I make you mine
So, promise if I make you mine
You ain’t gonna play with that
Show me where that turnt up at

You’re a banga banga banga banga banga
I wanna pledge a bet
Before the night is over
Girl, I’m gonna make it that
So, promise if I make you mine
So, promise if I make you mine
You ain’t gonna play with that
Show me where that turnt up at

You gotta promise, if I let you hop up in the Jeep
You gon’ turn up in the seat
You like ridin’, don’t ya?
(You ain’t gonna play with that)
You like ridin’, don’t ya?
(You ain’t gonna play with that
Show me where that turnt up at)

I don’ said it, now what you gon’ do
Formal introduction
You got me focused, now it’s time for you
To show me something
You’re like a trophy on my dash
A diamond that you are
Love to see you shining like a proper superstar
Got me asthmatic
'Cause you’re like a perfect ballerina
I’m on my Brad Pitt, come and be my future Angelina
(Now you know enough to get it)
Baby, if you let me love you, I ain’t never gonna stop

You’re a banga banga banga banga banga
I wanna pledge a bet
Before the night is over
Girl, I’m gonna make it that
So, promise if I make you mine
So, promise if I make you mine
You ain’t gonna play with that
Show me where that turnt up at

You’re a banga banga banga banga banga
I wanna pledge a bet
Before the night is over
Girl, I’m gonna make it that
So, promise if I make you mine
So, promise if I make you mine
You ain’t gonna play with that
Show me where that turnt up at

Show me-show me where that turnt up-turnt up
Show me-show me, where that-where that
Show me-show me, turnt up-turnt up
Where that turnt up at

Your eyes are telling that you’re riding with me
But I’d be lyin’ if I didn’t admit
The things I wanna say to you right here
I didn’t said it but I just can’t say it 'til I said it

You’re a banga banga banga banga banga
I wanna pledge a bet
Before the night is over
Girl, I’m gonna make it that
So, promise if I make you mine
So, promise if I make you mine
You ain’t gonna play with that
Show me where that turnt up at

You’re a banga banga banga banga banga
I wanna pledge a bet
Before the night is over
Girl, I’m gonna make it that
So, promise if I make you mine
So, promise if I make you mine
You ain’t gonna play with that
Show me where that turnt up at

You gotta promise, if I let you hop up in the Jeep
You gon’ turn up in the seat
You like ridin’, don’t ya?
(You ain’t gotta play with that)
You like ridin’, don’t ya?
(You ain’t gotta play with that
Show me where that turnt up at)
You like ridin’, don’t ya?

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banga in patti’s own words, shot by steven sebring

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下着バンガ

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PATTI SMITH’S NEW ALBUM TRAILER:  BANGA 


After The Gold Rush
  • After The Gold Rush
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  • Banga
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Patti Smith - After the Gold Rush.

Amazing new album from veteran rocker Patti Smith. Here she does justice to what is probably my favourite Neil Young song. Without getting too nostalgic, I was introduced to Smith and Young by my Dad. We used to drive down the coast in his beat up ute and listen to scratchy mix tapes recorded right off his vinyls. He used to school me on the classic records and the big players and I used to sing naively along to “Rock N Roll Ni**er”. Then we’d stop for ice cream and hit the beach for six hours and i’d complain about having to leave and how the surfboard scrapped my chest. Not a mobile phone in sight. Good times.

Her new album is called Banga, and it’s just that.

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Honestly the most beautiful song I have heard in such a long time.