Too Much Superstition/Misso Rande (1- The Straits)
They walk around in circles, round about the grave They hide up in the mountains for 100 days The mother sits bolt upright, shave off all her hair Looks off to the distance madness in her glare His body soaked in palm oil, washed with olive soap Crushed coral and lime used to decorate the throat
Face decoration, betel nut and lime Bathe the boy in coconut oil smooth and sublime No point in self pity, no point being brave No particular reason puts a young boy in his grave
25 women sing cascading down, sun i kamap sun i go daun (sun i kamap sun i go daun) Eh so misso randi Ooh whatheri cure Na muun Ooh…ooh ya eh dari ah murray ah
Too much superstition, black magic abounds Sun i kamap sun i go daun Book of revelation, it may as well be fantasy land Sun i kamap sun i go daun If you believe in the kustom stories that your grandfather told The bearded white guy will leave you behind The devil will take your soul (devil will take your soul, devil will take your soul)
On the toilet wall is a poster two roads i go where Hell if do drums and dancing heaven is based on fear