bongos make me think of the woods ok maybe not the woods but a group of people gathered in a secluded place, all wearing loose garb and playing bongos. thyere warm and pleasant kind of folk and theyre there probably on a weekend trip. theyre not your 9-5 kind of people. theyre artists, theyre passiaonte about life. theyre playing it hard. enjoying life, nature, each other.
“I have always loved my bongos. I sat with them in my lap every day, all summer, just drumming away at them. It made my worries seem almost, I don’t know, nonexistent. My grandmother gave them to me before she died, and for that I will always cherish them,” I said to my daughter, handing them to her on her 13th birthday. “Happy birthday.”
A private jet takes me to the bongos…where my lover and I relax in the sand under the warm sun. Laughter, joy, love, pleasure…all come alive to the sound of the bongos
bongos are big things or small things that you hit your hands against multiple times and make a beat out of them. They are often used by Widespread Panic among other bands. And also they are used in Jamaican style music.
He played the bongos skillfully, cautiously. He tapped the beat so carefully, so rhythmically. He hummed the tune so righteously. He stomped his feet ferociously.
There once was a fellow named Ned,
who heard bongo drums in his head.
He went to a shrink,
who told him: “I think
you’ll be hearing that noise til you’re dead.”
I like bongos. Bongos can make many different sounds even though they are simply drums. Drums are a percussion instrument, so that makes bongos a percussion instrument. Isn’t that interesting?
i love to play bongos just kidding i dont play africa camp icecream church drums circle dance sing together music flows beats come beats music rythem bang bang band pattern repeat creating music
As soon as his fingertips were placed on the thin cover on the bongo, the noise vibrated in waves all around me. It shook my eardrums and traveled down my body into my chest cavity. The melody combined with the beating of my heart and traveled down to tickle my toes. It fueled me; I was alive.
One day I was in a music room with a room for all the instruments and I went inside. I picked up the trumpet and blew as hard as I could, spattering one side of the room with spittle and making a terrible noise. Then, I picked up the bongos and was magically transported into another bongo-realm…
these little things can rreally get you going if you know how to play them properly. once, when I was at a conference I took a pair of these babies and led a conga line, which is still a story I tell. I’ve never led a conga line since, but bongos are like that, I guess.
One time, these 4 men came to my town from Africa, and they comprised a band called Bongo Love. I went to go see them and thought that they were really quite inspirational. They are now traveling the country.
Banging on the bongos. Cliche as it sounds, it rips the stress and frustration from her body as she lets loose, tearing out a basic beat, doubling it. Changing it. She feels the release with the drums.
so i used to have this monkey beanie baby when i was little names bongos. i think my boyfriend had it too. hes sitting next to me and he just said he had it i believe him because hes pretty trustworthy. he smiled. amyway, i think i got my monkey bongos in my easter basket one year. its the year i was at my grandparents house. my grandfather is a pain in the butt. but what can you do?
Bongos make the most delicious sound, like the pitter patter of heart beats when you catch that glance from across a crowded room, the sparkle of an eye that seems to hold all your hopes, and all your fears.
As in the drums that you beat? Heck, I am afraid I know little about bongos, but I know a lot about my friend Tony who plays bongos. Tony is the sort of guy you see on the side of the road playing bongos just because he feels like it. It is very cool to stumble on him at night that way.
Don quixote is anovel written by miguel cervantes and he uses two cahracters to convey a message tot he people of spain and the way that their society fucnticons. he critizies the society through two chareacters, don quixote and sancho panza. don quijote is a middle class who goes out on a journey to relive chilvary books. sancho panza is his squire.
The monkeys looked at themselves in the mirror, took a deep breath then started their tirade of passionate music on the bongos. Everyone was so entranced that they didn’t see Little Squeek sneaking through the circus tent door and
A drum. I beat on the drum, a rhythm I don’t know. I don’t know this song. Someone asked me to play along, in a garage full of kids who don’t know their isntruments pretending to ‘jam’. Some of my friends are probably high tonight but I’m pretending they aren’t so that I can stay and not be angry with them.
In a year he’ll cheat on me, behind my back, and I’ll find out after the realtionship is over.
at the concert they asked the audience if anyone could play the bongos. the guy who went on stage was the best part of the performance.
is this how music recruitment goes?
hey dude. join the band for a night. see what happens.
bongos in my back pocket, i doo love them, i wiil love them, as i always have… but do they love me>? i wonder if they can hear me too when i bang me like i bong them……. suck it bongos…
He thought because he played the bongos in his band he was cool and different. Well, he was pretentious. In my memory, I recall him as being a pompous arsehole who thought wearing loud Hawaiian shirts made him ironic or something.
music beating reminds me of the carriebean. Saw a concert, Full Service, they had one dudde druming on bongos, and other bongo-like things. Cool music. Also makes me think of the Hang drum, very cool instrument, can practically create an orchestra with just that one instrument. Fucking greedy swiss won’t let anyone have em
I like to play bongos sitting in around a fire under a full moon at night. Hippies dancing, hippies singing. Fireflies gazing. Stars are twinkling to a smoother beat than the drums. Oh, bongos, bongos, oh bongos.
My heart beats along and my breaths
I heard the bongo’s coming from the club, and I thought “I might wanna hear that.” I hadn’t heard a new band in a while, I’d been listening to a lot of 90’s grunge and college rock, so it would be fun to hear something new, be at the forefront of a new band for once. My friends were always going on about new bands, they were
Bongos are beautiful instruments. Without them, we would have nothing to talk about. Beating them in the early morning, while stripped nude of your dignity and having just finished your 7th beer, we love you Matthew McConaway. You’re so hot. God Bless you.
dum, bitty bum. bitty bum bitty bum. When he played his love, his passion, the world seemedlike a better place. A place without emotional attacks, a place without Kelly, or Marshall, or even Rachel. A place where the voices couldn’t talk to him.
The man with the little hat played the bongos sitting with his legs crossed on the floor. and she stared at him blankly, continuously. all she could think of was the way he made her feel. the music drifted through her ears like a sad lulliby. the song of her life.
The sound of the bongos set my mind to a steady beat as I watch him perform. Maybe it was the dim lighting, or maybe it was his voice, his passion. How do I tell him? I’m in love.
Heels on the sidewalk beggin fora back beat. Bongos cannot describe any part of my life that wasn’t totally carefree. I am in love with the summer sun and sweat of the dark eyed people near me. We are all just sipping slowly while our hearts jump to the sound of the Bongo.
the bongos sound like drums in the faraway sunset where the leaves are green and the rainbows flash like fairies dancing in the midsummer autumn and leaves are bristling in the howling wind. i miss home, i miss riding the silver ripple, i want to feel the sun kiss my cheeks while i surf into the sunset.
He patted her breasts timidly.
It was the first time she’d allowed him to touch post surgery.
They rebounded, making a deep flubbery sound. Rather like bongos he thought, catching an absurdly rising laugh in his throat. How foolish was this woman, his woman.
Ricky Ricardo…Lucy I’m home…
bongos make me think of the woods ok maybe not the woods but a group of people gathered in a secluded place, all wearing loose garb and playing bongos. thyere warm and pleasant kind of folk and theyre there probably on a weekend trip. theyre not your 9-5 kind of people. theyre artists, theyre passiaonte about life. theyre playing it hard. enjoying life, nature, each other.
“I have always loved my bongos. I sat with them in my lap every day, all summer, just drumming away at them. It made my worries seem almost, I don’t know, nonexistent. My grandmother gave them to me before she died, and for that I will always cherish them,” I said to my daughter, handing them to her on her 13th birthday. “Happy birthday.”
A private jet takes me to the bongos…where my lover and I relax in the sand under the warm sun. Laughter, joy, love, pleasure…all come alive to the sound of the bongos
bongos are big things or small things that you hit your hands against multiple times and make a beat out of them. They are often used by Widespread Panic among other bands. And also they are used in Jamaican style music.
Fast beat. Heart pumping, competing with the drums. Each strike sends a nail into my chest. Adrenaline rushing; now it is time to dance.
He played the bongos skillfully, cautiously. He tapped the beat so carefully, so rhythmically. He hummed the tune so righteously. He stomped his feet ferociously.
There once was a fellow named Ned,
who heard bongo drums in his head.
He went to a shrink,
who told him: “I think
you’ll be hearing that noise til you’re dead.”
I like bongos. Bongos can make many different sounds even though they are simply drums. Drums are a percussion instrument, so that makes bongos a percussion instrument. Isn’t that interesting?
bongos. What a word. It makes me smile just thinking about it. I had bongos when I was little, and I used to put my toys inside them.. Good times.
i love to play bongos just kidding i dont play africa camp icecream church drums circle dance sing together music flows beats come beats music rythem bang bang band pattern repeat creating music
i like playing bongos we like yes we do playing noise music root rhytm based on bongo’s boom such a fucker to drop each other, er,? cardinal points
As soon as his fingertips were placed on the thin cover on the bongo, the noise vibrated in waves all around me. It shook my eardrums and traveled down my body into my chest cavity. The melody combined with the beating of my heart and traveled down to tickle my toes. It fueled me; I was alive.
My friend always wnated bongos. She played percussion on the tops of jarr instead. This Christmas I searched the stores.
One day I was in a music room with a room for all the instruments and I went inside. I picked up the trumpet and blew as hard as I could, spattering one side of the room with spittle and making a terrible noise. Then, I picked up the bongos and was magically transported into another bongo-realm…
these little things can rreally get you going if you know how to play them properly. once, when I was at a conference I took a pair of these babies and led a conga line, which is still a story I tell. I’ve never led a conga line since, but bongos are like that, I guess.
One time, these 4 men came to my town from Africa, and they comprised a band called Bongo Love. I went to go see them and thought that they were really quite inspirational. They are now traveling the country.
Banging on the bongos. Cliche as it sounds, it rips the stress and frustration from her body as she lets loose, tearing out a basic beat, doubling it. Changing it. She feels the release with the drums.
so i used to have this monkey beanie baby when i was little names bongos. i think my boyfriend had it too. hes sitting next to me and he just said he had it i believe him because hes pretty trustworthy. he smiled. amyway, i think i got my monkey bongos in my easter basket one year. its the year i was at my grandparents house. my grandfather is a pain in the butt. but what can you do?
Bongos make the most delicious sound, like the pitter patter of heart beats when you catch that glance from across a crowded room, the sparkle of an eye that seems to hold all your hopes, and all your fears.
As in the drums that you beat? Heck, I am afraid I know little about bongos, but I know a lot about my friend Tony who plays bongos. Tony is the sort of guy you see on the side of the road playing bongos just because he feels like it. It is very cool to stumble on him at night that way.
she watches the bongo players
she starts to move
she gyrates
in rhythmn
to the hands of many players
beating the drums
Don quixote is anovel written by miguel cervantes and he uses two cahracters to convey a message tot he people of spain and the way that their society fucnticons. he critizies the society through two chareacters, don quixote and sancho panza. don quijote is a middle class who goes out on a journey to relive chilvary books. sancho panza is his squire.
Jamaicans.
The monkeys looked at themselves in the mirror, took a deep breath then started their tirade of passionate music on the bongos. Everyone was so entranced that they didn’t see Little Squeek sneaking through the circus tent door and
A drum. I beat on the drum, a rhythm I don’t know. I don’t know this song. Someone asked me to play along, in a garage full of kids who don’t know their isntruments pretending to ‘jam’. Some of my friends are probably high tonight but I’m pretending they aren’t so that I can stay and not be angry with them.
In a year he’ll cheat on me, behind my back, and I’ll find out after the realtionship is over.
In a year.
I’ll beat on the drum tonight and be in love.
at the concert they asked the audience if anyone could play the bongos. the guy who went on stage was the best part of the performance.
is this how music recruitment goes?
hey dude. join the band for a night. see what happens.
bongos in my back pocket, i doo love them, i wiil love them, as i always have… but do they love me>? i wonder if they can hear me too when i bang me like i bong them……. suck it bongos…
He thought because he played the bongos in his band he was cool and different. Well, he was pretentious. In my memory, I recall him as being a pompous arsehole who thought wearing loud Hawaiian shirts made him ironic or something.
music beating reminds me of the carriebean. Saw a concert, Full Service, they had one dudde druming on bongos, and other bongo-like things. Cool music. Also makes me think of the Hang drum, very cool instrument, can practically create an orchestra with just that one instrument. Fucking greedy swiss won’t let anyone have em
I like to play bongos sitting in around a fire under a full moon at night. Hippies dancing, hippies singing. Fireflies gazing. Stars are twinkling to a smoother beat than the drums. Oh, bongos, bongos, oh bongos.
My heart beats along and my breaths
I heard the bongo’s coming from the club, and I thought “I might wanna hear that.” I hadn’t heard a new band in a while, I’d been listening to a lot of 90’s grunge and college rock, so it would be fun to hear something new, be at the forefront of a new band for once. My friends were always going on about new bands, they were
Bongos are beautiful instruments. Without them, we would have nothing to talk about. Beating them in the early morning, while stripped nude of your dignity and having just finished your 7th beer, we love you Matthew McConaway. You’re so hot. God Bless you.
dum, bitty bum. bitty bum bitty bum. When he played his love, his passion, the world seemedlike a better place. A place without emotional attacks, a place without Kelly, or Marshall, or even Rachel. A place where the voices couldn’t talk to him.
Make all sorts wonders in your insides, like violins at a funeral, but they beat you up until you’re rotten.
The man with the little hat played the bongos sitting with his legs crossed on the floor. and she stared at him blankly, continuously. all she could think of was the way he made her feel. the music drifted through her ears like a sad lulliby. the song of her life.
The sound of the bongos set my mind to a steady beat as I watch him perform. Maybe it was the dim lighting, or maybe it was his voice, his passion. How do I tell him? I’m in love.
Heels on the sidewalk beggin fora back beat. Bongos cannot describe any part of my life that wasn’t totally carefree. I am in love with the summer sun and sweat of the dark eyed people near me. We are all just sipping slowly while our hearts jump to the sound of the Bongo.
the bongos sound like drums in the faraway sunset where the leaves are green and the rainbows flash like fairies dancing in the midsummer autumn and leaves are bristling in the howling wind. i miss home, i miss riding the silver ripple, i want to feel the sun kiss my cheeks while i surf into the sunset.
He patted her breasts timidly.
It was the first time she’d allowed him to touch post surgery.
They rebounded, making a deep flubbery sound. Rather like bongos he thought, catching an absurdly rising laugh in his throat. How foolish was this woman, his woman.