(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
(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
(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?
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
Just get a pumper
This heat is hard to bear
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)