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Boney M.
Boney M.


Background information
Origin Germany
Genre(s) Reggae
Disco
R&B
Years active 1975—present
Label(s) Atlantic Records
Sony Music
Members
Liz Mitchell
Maizie Williams
Marcia Barrett
Former members
Bobby Farrell
Reggie Tsiboe



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Boney M. Album


Nightflight To Venus (1978)
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Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome aboard the starship Boney M
for our first passenger flight to Venus.

Ready for count-down: 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 - ignition - lift off

Nightflight to Venus
Way out there in space
Nightflight to Venus
Our new fav'rite place

Nightflight to Venus
All systems are go
Nightflight to Venus
The sky is aglow

Ladies and Gentlemen, we've had a successful
take-off on this first Nightflight to Venus.
Our flying time will be 8 hours. We'll be travelling
at a speed of 2183 miles per second.

Nightflight to Venus
Nightflight to Venus

Captain - unidentified object at 8 o'clock - 2 million miles away.
Stand by for emergency manoeuvre.
Object coming closer at the speed of light. We have 8 more seconds.
Change course by 4 point 6 degrees.
Order admitteted.

Ladies and Gentlemen, in a few minutes we are going
to be landing on Venus, push the button on your left side,
the safety mechanism will do the rest for you.
We hope you enjoyed the world's first Nightflight to Venus,
have a good time there.


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There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Russian land and never mind the Czar
But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heard the things he'd done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

(Spoken:)
But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger
for power became known to more and more people,
the demands to do something about this outrageous
man became louder and louder.

"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies
But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they're not to blame
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And he really came

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and he said "I feel fine"

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead

(Spoken:) Oh, those Russians...


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Went to college, studied arts
To be an artist make a start
Studied hard, gettin' my degree
But no one seemed to notice me

Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man

Tried cartoons and comic books
Dirty postcards could have done
Here was where the money laid
Classic art has had it's day

Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man

Did adverts for T.V.
Household shops and brands of tea
Labels all around the cans
Who wanna be a painter man

Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man

La...la...la...la...la...la...
La...la...la...la...la...la...la...
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man


. . .



Come on and listen to my tale
It's a strange and sorry tale
That's gonna rock you
About a man, the drifting kind
Let the story now unwind
It's gonna shock you

Some people said he was a ghost
Wouldn't wanna be his host
Or just to meet him
And if he ever came their way
They'd be sticks and stones, I'd say
That would grieve him

He was a Steppenwolf, a lost and lonely one
He was a Steppenwolf, forever on the run
He was a Steppenwolf, with a forgotten past
He was a Steppenwolf, who found a love at last
He was a Steppenwolf

The girl he met was out-of-sight
Though she walked the streets at night
He didn't mind it
She seemed as happy as a song
And if anything was wrong
He didn't find it

They used to laugh and dance and drink
And not ever did he think of a payday
No matter where they ever were
Every day he spent with her was a hey-day

He was a Steppenwolf, and not a handsome man
He was a Steppenwolf, who didn't know her plan
He was a Steppenwolf, not very bright at all
He was a Steppenwolf, just riding for a fall
He was a Steppenwolf

One day she said "It's time you knew
That I started up with you
For just one reason
You're gonna do just what I want
'cause there's something that I want
And I ain't teasing
My life is empty all around
Nothing that I ever found
Would fulfill me
So for a while I'll be with you
When I say that we're through
You must kill me!"

He was a Steppenwolf, He cried "It isn't fair"
He was a Steppenwolf, "You know how much I care"
He was a Steppenwolf, She said "This is the deal"
He was a Steppenwolf, He saw this was for real
He was a Steppenwolf

He was a Steppenwolf, they spent a long last night
He was a Steppenwolf, and with a smile she died
He was a Steppenwolf, a lost and lonely one
He was a Steppenwolf, forever on the run
He was a Steppenwolf


. . .



Trailers for sale or rent,
Rooms to let - 50 cents,
No phone, no pool, no pets,
Ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom
buys an 8 by 12 four-bit room
He's a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Third box car midnight train
Destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn-out suits and shoes,
Don't pay no union dues.
He smokes old stogies he has found
Short, but not too big around
He's a man of means by no means
King of the road

(He knows) Every engineer on every train
All of their children and all of their names
And every hang-out in every town
Every lock that ain't locked
When no one's around.

I say, Trailers for sale or rent,
Rooms to let - 50 cents,
No phone, no pool, no pets,
Ain't got no cigarettes.
I've got two hours of pushing broom
buys an 8 by 12 four-bit room
He's a man of means by no means
King of the road.
King of the road.
King of the road.
King of the road.


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By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
ye-eah we wept, when we remembered Zion.

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
ye-eah we wept, when we remembered Zion.

When the wicked
Carried us away in captivity
Required from us a song
Now how shall we sing the lord's song in a strange land

When the wicked
Carried us away in captivity
Requiering of us a song
Now how shall we sing the lord's song in a strange land

Let the words of our mouth and the meditations of our heart
be acceptable in thy sight here tonight

Let the words of our mouth and the meditation of our hearts
be acceptable in thy sight here tonight

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
ye-eah we wept, when we remembered Zion.

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
ye-eah we wept, when we remembered Zion.

By the rivers of Babylon (dark tears of Babylon)
there we sat down (You got to sing a song)
ye-eah we wept, (Sing a song of love)
when we remember Zion. (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

By the rivers of Babylon (Rough bits of Babylon)
there we sat down (You hear the people cry)
ye-eah we wept, (They need their God)
when we remember Zion. (Ooh, have the power)


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Whispers, potions, puppet with needles
Whispers, potions, puppet with needles

Black night, right time
It's all about, it's voodoonight
Can't you feel it
Strangers surround the voodoospell
But you saw them close your mind
Don't listen
'cause big Zombie makes a night of it
We're all here and break the spell
Don't follow him
Big Zombie seeks a bride tonight

Voodoonight
Voodoonight

Whispers, potions, puppet with needles
Whispers, potions, puppet with needles

Witchcraft, magic
Odd songs to hear, it's voodoonight
Does it haunt you
The fatefull wish of voodoospell

Voodoonight
Voodoonight
Voodoonight
Voodoonight
Voodoonight


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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
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
Beng-a-deng

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
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
Beng-a-deng

Brown girl in the ring
Tra la la la la
See, 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

All had water run dry
Got nowhere to wash my cloths
All had water run dry
Got nowhere to wash my cloths

Brown girl in the ring
Tra la la la la
Look that 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


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You and I were finished
I was through with you
Splitting up forever
Seemed the thing to do
I said I can't stand you
With your honey touch
This time you were cheating me
One time too much
Just then I remembered
That a friend I knew
Told me one thing
I should never do

Never never change your lovers in the middle of the night
Everything may look so different in the early morning light
Never never be too hasty when you're grooping in the dark
What you're getting into may be just a lark
Keep your cool and don't change lovers when you're feeling sorta high
Sorta big and high and mighty without really knowing why
Let the heat wear off a little, give your man another chance
And don't fall for someone else's song and dance

Sure there was this guy
Right next to me
Mine just for the asking
He said he would be
But to leave my man
Seemed to me all too strange
And I'd say that I'm glad
I didn't make the change
Now our life is almost
Like a Paradise
Let me pass on to you
This advice

Keep your cool and don't change lovers in the middle of the night
You may feel a strong temptation, the vibrations may be right
But who knows what's gonna happen, you may simply lose your cool
When you find it, you'll find out you were a fool
Never never change your lovers under any midnight spell
Take it easy, slow and easy, everything will turn out well
Let the sunshine of a new day, and don't move while you're uptight
Changing lovers in the middle of the night

Never never change your lovers in the middle of the night
Everything may look so different in the early morning light
Never never be too hasty when you're grooping in the dark
What you're getting into may be just a lark
Keep your cool and don't change lovers when you're feeling sorta high
Sorta big and high and mighty without really knowing why
Let the heat wear off a little, give your man another chance
And don't fall for someone else's song and dance


. . .



I want to live,
I want to give
I've been a miner for a heart of gold.
All these expressions I never give
That keep me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.

I want to live,
I want to give
I've been a miner for a heart of gold.
All these expressions I never give
That keep me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.

I've been to Hollywood
I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold
I've been in my mind, it's such a fine line
That keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.

Keeps me searching for a heart of gold
Been a miner for a heart of gold.
Crossed the ocean for a heart of gold
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.

Keeps me searching for a heart of gold
Been a miner for a heart of gold.
Crossed the ocean for a heart of gold
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold
Been a miner for a heart of gold.
Crossed the ocean for a heart of gold
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold
Been a miner for a heart of gold.
Crossed the ocean for a heart of gold

Keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.


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