Still one of my all time favorite songs, lyrically. Boney M – lookin good.
Tropical Disco with Boney M and The Original Trinidad Steel Band
Still one of my all time favorite songs, lyrically. Boney M – lookin good.
Still one of my all time favorite songs, lyrically. Boney M – lookin good.
Please don’t ask what the lyrics mean. Nobody asks what the odd language in the Bible means, people just act like they know and assume it means something very deep and meaningful.
Brown girl in the ring
Tra la la la la
There’s a brown girl in the ring
Tra la la la la la
Brown girl in the ring
Tra la la la la
She looks like a sugar in a plum
Plum plum
Show me your motion
Tra la la la la
Come on show me your motion
Tra la la la la la
Show me your motion
Tra la la la la
She looks like a sugar in a plum
Plum plum
All had water run dry
Got nowhere to wash my cloths
All had water run dry
I got nowhere to wash my cloths
I remember one Saturday night
We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes
I remember one Saturday night
We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes
Beng-a-deng
And think it
Beng-a-deng
And think it
Thanks to the senders of the many emails regarding Boney M. I am merely a fan providing the magic that they alone have created (eyes down.) As for posting the “big hits” – relax kids. I’ll get there. The point is, they are more than just Ma Baker and Rasputin.
Respect to Frank Farian and all those crazy Germans that played this stuff.
Now…have you heard the 12″ of Bahama Mama? Now you have.
One of my personal favorites of the Boney M MAXI singles is this very extended piece of disco fun. Incidental percussion provides detail to disco. Don’t you think so? Discuss. When they are well played they literally flavor the sound. Latin incidental percussion? – my favorite flavor! (as many of my friends will tell you.) This mix features some really amazing timbale riffs and the ultra “high-waisted” sound of disco castanets. ¡Cielo!
IN SWAHILI
and
IN ENGLISH
Malaika, nakupenda Malaika
 Angel, I love you angel
Malaika, nakupenda Malaika
 Angel, I love you angel
Nami nifanyeje, kijana mwenzio
 and I, what should I do, your young friend
Nashindwa na mali sina, we,
 I am defeated by the bride price that I don’t have
Ningekuoa Malaika
 I would marry you, angel
Nashindwa na mali sina, we,
 I am defeated by the bride price that I don’t have
Ningekuoa Malaika
 I would marry you, angel
Kidege, hukuwaza kidege
 Little bird, I think of you little bird
Nami nifanyeje, kijana mwenzio
and I, what should I do, your young friend
Nashindwa na mali sina, we,
 I am defeated by the bride price that I don’t have
Ningekuoa Malaika
 I would marry you, angel
Nashindwa na mali sina, we,
I am defeated by the bride price that I don’t have
Ningekuoa, Malaika
 I would marry you, angel
Pesa zasumbua roho yangu
The money (which I do not have) depresses my soul
Pesa zasumbua roho yangu
the money (which I do not have) depresses my soul
Nami nifanyeje, kijana mwenzio
and I, what should I do, your young friend
Ningekuoa Malaika
I would marry you, angel
Nashndwa na mali sina, we
 I am defeated by the bride price that I don’t have
Ningekuoa Malaika
I would marry you, angel
Meet me on the moon very very soon
Meet me on the stars Jupiter and Mars
Fly me to a star
Burning out in space shining on my face
Fly me through the night on your Silver Wings
Over crystal seas Valleys of the Kings
By the lilac shore where the dragon flies
In the diamond skies
Silly Silly Confusion
And tangle of wild illusion
We’re living in a wonderworld of fantasy
We spent all our times in sweet living dreams
It’s a Silly Silly Confusion
Like a flower of wild profusion
You can do the things in life
You always wanted to
Within your heart you know it always will come through
Take me for a ride in your Dream-Machine
To a time and place where no one has been
Let me look upon worlds I’ve never seen
In your Dream-Machine
Fly me to a star burning out in space
Let me feel the light shining on my face
Sail on solar winds sail on silver birds
Through the universe
Silly Silly Confusion…
It’s a Silly Silly Confusion…
Silly Silly Confusion…
It’s a Silly Silly Confusion…
Silly Silly Confusion
Silly Silly Confusion
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