Mai Lan
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(Music)

À voir le sale temps qu'il fait, je crois que je vais crever de froid

avec le pâle teint que j'ai, bah... du noir je broie

Ça doit faire dix millions d'années que je suis terrée chez moi

Je suis comme un lapin de neige, j'attends que ça passe et voilà

Et si le phone sonne, c'est presque jamais pour moi

Ce qu'ils veulent, c'est personne, c'est juste un miroir en soi

Leurs mots résonnent comme les miens et se cognent dans les coins

Je suis plus de bonne, bonne, bonne, bonne humeur le matin

En autopilote

Je suis comme endormie

Dans mon bordel je mets de l'ordre

Je rouvre les plaies guéries

En autopilote

Je ne serai pas lucide

Dans ton bordel mettre de l'ordre

Ne cherche plus mon avis

Ne cherche plus mon avis

(Music)

Avec mes millions de nœuds et même plus en arrière

je fais des millions de feux, je cherche l'épine en fer

Puis je regrette de n'avoir pas eu trop de cran

C'est la même chose pour eux, s'ils s'ouvrent, ils se ferment

Dans des jours vaporeux ils se retrouvent et se perdent

Ce qu'ils voudraient juste un peu remonter le temps

En autopilote

Je suis comme endormie

Dans mon bordel je mets de l'ordre

Je rouvre les plaies guéries

En autopilote

Je ne serai pas lucide

Dans ton bordel mettre de l'ordre

Ne cherche plus mon avis

Ne cherche plus...

En autopilote

Je suis comme endormie

Dans mon bordel je mets de l'ordre

Je rouvre les plaies guéries

En autopilote

Je ne serai pas lucide

Dans ton bordel mettre de l'ordre

Ne cherche plus mon avis

Ne cherche plus mon avis

(Music)

Thank you for listening so carefully. Maybe you guys don't understand what I'm talking about in the song as it is in French. It's called "Autopilote," it gave its name to my album because it explains the mood I was in when I wrote it. It's a little deep and personal. It's like my body is a huge vessel, and there are some things that need to be fixed inside, especially in the head. So, pilot, some mini me, has to get in there and dig a little, see what's going on, try to find out where my fears come from, where my anger comes from, and then try to repair them by understanding them.

(Applause)

So, thank you, little pilot.

(Applause)

I bet some of you guys have little pilots working inside, too. There is actually somebody else in my big vessel now, look. Whoo!

(Laughter)

Say hello to our new band member, Belly Joe. He's an inside drummer, and he's actually pretty good. He gives little hits so we can keep the right rhythm. Because only he knows what the right rhythm is, because he feels it from the inside, you know. The next song is called "Pumper." I wrote it when I was in French Guiana. And there in French Guiana it's really, really, really hot. So, Belly Joe is going to give you guys the rhythm.

Get a pumper

Drop the water from above

Send it here and there

This heat is hard to bear

Get a pumper

Drop the water from above

Send it here and there

This heat is hard to bear (Synth music)

I'm so dizzy, the air is so hot

Beads of sweat runnin' down my back

All my friends are made of wax

moving slowly, they gonna melt

Knees are bending, the heat so high

Wind's so heavy, the bees can't fly

What can stop it now?

What can stop it now?

Téh téh téh téh téh téh

What can stop it now?

Téh téh téh téh téh téh

What?

So let's get a pumper

Drop the water from above

Send it here and there

this heat is hard to bear!

Get a pumper

Drop the water from above

Send it here and there

This heat is hard to bear

If we don't move, then the sea's gonna dry

All the walls of the town are gonna crack

Some of us are stuck on chairs

Welding to them, they're gonna die

All these trees begging for some water

What can stop it now?

Find this truck, baby, I'm gonna drive

What can stop it?

Téh téh téh téh téh téh

What can stop it now?

Téh téh téh téh téh téh

What can stop it now?

So let's get a pumper

Drop the water from above

Send it here and there

This heat is hard to bear

Get a pumper

Drop the water from above

Send it here and there

This heat is hard to bear

So let's get it, get it, get it, get it

C'est trop sec, sec, sec, sec, sec

So let's get it, get it, get it, get it

C'est trop sec, sec, sec, sec, sec

Let's get a pumper

'Cause we need a pumper

Gotta find it, catch it, ride it like some kind of jumper

Get down to your underwear

'Cause this heat is hard to bear

The rain is gonna come

This rain is gonna come, so...

Let's get a pumper

Wanna see it from above

You can get it, fill it, drive it like a fireman would do it

Drop the water here and there,

On my t-shirt, on my hair

Sing a prayer, hit the drum

The rain is gonna come

This heat is hard to bear

This heat is hard to bear

Just get a pumper

Just get a pumper

This heat is hard to bear

This heat is hard to bear

Just get a pumper

Just get a pumper

This heat is hard to bear

So let's get a pumper

Drop the water from above

Send it here and there

This heat is hard to bear

Get a pumper

Drop the water from above

Send it here and there

This heat is hard to bear

So let's get it, get it, get it, get it

C'est trop sec, sec, sec, sec, sec

So let's get it, get it, get it, get it

C'est trop sec, sec, sec, sec, sec

C'est trop sec

(Synth music)

(Music ends)

(Applause)