The three of them managed to compensate for Raimundo's musical talent, and produced the album Europop. They didn't speak a word of what had happened to any of the other volunteers, and when dawn broke, the band left for the airport to return to Italy. The band ran, far off into the darkness, until they came across the volunteer camp they had been staying at. All they could do was watch as their friend burned on the pyre, chanting his haunting refrain until his lungs were no more. The three of them tried to break through the circle to save their friend, but every step they tried to get through was blocked by a well-placed dance step. The circle closed around him and the band lost sight of Rai for a moment, until they saw him run forward and leap face-first into the fire, still chanting. His motions quickened, much faster than the rest of the circle, until Rai dropped his hands and stood motionless, continuing to chant. Rai's bandmates knew this was the inspiration they had been looking for, so they wrote down Rai's burst of musical inspiration and continued to watch him dance. Entranced by the dance, Rai begun chanting: What had once been an unfollowable flurry of hands and feet became child's play as he matched the motions of his neighbors flawlessly. Soon, Rai rose from the table and joined the villagers in their dance. He heartily gulped down the familiar food, and was soon satiated. However, having eaten most of Raimundo's portion of the goat, the three band members were already stuffed, and so offered the lion's share of the meat to Rai. In the dim light, it looked like a wonderful pile of pulled pork, which the band was eager to consume. The sun had set by this point, leaving the flame as the last source of light for miles.Īs the dancing continued, one of the villagers not entranced by the flame emerged from her hut, carrying a second course for the band. The villagers' shadows danced as much as they did, in time with the flickering of the flames.
The villagers, having finished their main courses as well, began dancing in a circle around the bonfire. Not wanting to offend his generous hosts, Raimondo split his portion amongst his three bandmates, and they quickly finished the leftovers. The band, more hungry than disgusted, began digging into the freshly roasted goat, but Raimondo was still disturbed by the goat's fate, and only managed to swallow three bites before his bandmates had finished their portions. The four choice cuts went to the band, and the chef continued to serve the goat to the rest of the gathered villagers. Every so often, he would cut an artery and hot blood would spurt out into the dirt, sizzling as it continued to boil. After what seemed like an eternity, the chef removed the carcass from the fire and began hacking away at it. The villager skewered the goat on a stick and roasted it over the bonfire, letting the animal's hair burn away as its flesh boiled off. The four had lived in the area long enough that what came next didn't shock them, but Raimondo was still squeamish. The four sat down, and immediately one of the villagers emerged from a nearby hut carrying a goat, bringing it to the bonfire. That night, Jeffrey, Raimondo, Maurizio, and Gabry entered the village and were greeted by a long table at the edge of a large circle, with a massive bonfire in the center. Sick of the MRE shipped to them from some rusty American warehouse, they gladly accepted.
A grand feast was to be prepared for them. Out of all the volunteers, the four bandmates were selected by the villagers to celebrate that night. The watering systems came with enough instructions that the pipes fit together within a few weeks, saving the local farms and winning over the hearts of the villagers. None of them were really built for physical labor, but the word of God had brought them down there, and there they would work.Ĭonstruction was rather boring, despite being short-staffed. Soon, they were off to the heart of Africa to build irrigation systems for land-locked villages.
After a few unsuccessful one-hit blunders, the four of them decided to seek inspiration serving as missionaries with their church. Originally, there were four members in Eiffel 65: Jeffrey Jey, Raimondo Sanguine, Maurizio Lobina, and Gabry Ponte. In their recent biography, Eiffel 65 reveals the truth: Chances are, though, that you haven't heard the story behind the song.
The song came out in America in 1999, so if you're older than 15 you may have heard it. If you heard the song, you'd recognize it for its catchy beat and mostly-gibberish lyrics. They're an Italian eurodance group, and they have maybe three hits in America: the two previously-mentioned songs, and "(I'm) Blue". You may know the band Eiffel 65 for their hits "Move Your Body" or "Too Much of Heaven".
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