À voir le sale temps qu’il fait, je crois que je vais crever de froidavec le pâle teint que j’ai, bah… du noir je broieÇa doit faire dix millions d’années que je suis terrée chez moiJe suis comme un lapin de neige, j’attends que ça passe et voilàEt si le phone sonne, c’est presque jamais pour moiCe qu’ils veulent, c’est personne, c’est juste un miroir en soiLeurs mots résonnent comme les miens et se cognent dans les coinsJe suis plus de bonne, bonne, bonne, bonne humeur le matinEn autopiloteJe suis comme endormieDans mon bordel je mets de l’ordreJe rouvre les plaies guériesEn autopiloteJe ne serai pas lucideDans ton bordel mettre de l’ordreNe cherche plus mon avisNe cherche plus mon avis
Avec mes millions de nœuds et même plus en arrièreje fais des millions de feux, je cherche l’épine en ferPuis je regrette de n’avoir pas eu trop de cranC’est la même chose pour eux, s’ils s’ouvrent, ils se fermentDans des jours vaporeux ils se retrouvent et se perdentCe qu’ils voudraient juste un peu remonter le tempsEn autopiloteJe suis comme endormieDans mon bordel je mets de l’ordreJe rouvre les plaies guériesEn autopiloteJe ne serai pas lucideDans ton bordel mettre de l’ordreNe cherche plus mon avisNe cherche plus…En autopiloteJe suis comme endormieDans mon bordel je mets de l’ordreJe rouvre les plaies guériesEn autopiloteJe ne serai pas lucideDans ton bordel mettre de l’ordreNe cherche plus mon avisNe cherche plus mon avis
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.
So, thank you, little pilot.
I bet some of you guys have little pilots working inside, too. There is actually somebody else in my big vessel now, look. Whoo!
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 pumperDrop the water from aboveSend it here and thereThis heat is hard to bearGet a pumperDrop the water from aboveSend it here and thereThis heat is hard to bear (Synth music)I’m so dizzy, the air is so hotBeads of sweat runnin’ down my backAll my friends are made of waxmoving slowly, they gonna meltKnees are bending, the heat so highWind’s so heavy, the bees can’t flyWhat can stop it now? What can stop it now? Téh téh téh téh téh téhWhat can stop it now? Téh téh téh téh téh téhWhat? So let’s get a pumperDrop the water from aboveSend it here and therethis heat is hard to bear!Get a pumperDrop the water from aboveSend it here and thereThis heat is hard to bearIf we don’t move, then the sea’s gonna dryAll the walls of the town are gonna crackSome of us are stuck on chairsWelding to them, they’re gonna dieAll these trees begging for some waterWhat can stop it now? Find this truck, baby, I’m gonna driveWhat can stop it? Téh téh téh téh téh téhWhat can stop it now? Téh téh téh téh téh téhWhat can stop it now? So let’s get a pumperDrop the water from aboveSend it here and thereThis heat is hard to bearGet a pumperDrop the water from aboveSend it here and thereThis heat is hard to bearSo let’s get it, get it, get it, get itC’est trop sec, sec, sec, sec, secSo let’s get it, get it, get it, get itC’est trop sec, sec, sec, sec, secLet’s get a pumper’Cause we need a pumperGotta find it, catch it, ride it like some kind of jumperGet down to your underwear’Cause this heat is hard to bearThe rain is gonna comeThis rain is gonna come, so…Let’s get a pumperWanna see it from aboveYou can get it, fill it, drive it like a fireman would do itDrop the water here and there,On my t-shirt, on my hairSing a prayer, hit the drumThe rain is gonna comeThis heat is hard to bearThis heat is hard to bearJust get a pumperJust get a pumperThis heat is hard to bearThis heat is hard to bearJust get a pumperJust get a pumperThis heat is hard to bearSo let’s get a pumperDrop the water from aboveSend it here and thereThis heat is hard to bearGet a pumperDrop the water from aboveSend it here and thereThis heat is hard to bearSo let’s get it, get it, get it, get itC’est trop sec, sec, sec, sec, secSo let’s get it, get it, get it, get itC’est trop sec, sec, sec, sec, secC’est trop sec(Synth music)(Music ends)