Come on, come on, put your hands into the fire

Into The Fire

 

—13 Senses—

 

Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Explain, explain
As I turn and meet the power
This time, This time
Turning white and senses dire
Pull up, pull up
From one extreme to another

 

From the summer to the spring
From the mountain to the air
From Samaritan to sin
And it’s waiting on the end

 

Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Explain, explain
As I turn and meet the power
This time, This time
Turning white and sense dire
Pull up, pull up
From one extreme to another

 

From the summer to the spring
From the mountain to the air
From Samaritan to sin
And it’s waiting on the end

 

and now I’m alone I’m looking out
I’m looking in, way down
The lights are dim
and now I’m alone I’m looking out
I’m looking in, way down
The lights are dim

 

Ooooh

 

Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Come on, come on

 

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Amish Paradise

Amish Paradise

— Weird Al Yankovic —

As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize shes very plain
But thats just perfect for an amish like me
You know I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning Im milkin cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and jacob plows… fool
And Ive been milkin and plowin so long that
Even ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
Im a man of the land, Im into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight were gonna party like its 1699

 

We been spending most our lives
Living in an amish paradise
Ive churned butter once or twice
Living in an amish paradise
Its hard work and sacrifice
Living in an amish paradise
We sell quilts at a discount price
Living in an amish paradise

 

A local boy kicked me in the butt last week
I just smiled at him and I turned the other cheek
I really dont care, in fact I wish him well
cause Ill be laughing my head off when hes burning in hell
But I aint never punched a tourist even if he deserved it
An amish with a tude?
You know thats unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a cool hat
And my homies agree
I really look good in black… fool
If you come to visit, youll be bored to tears
We havent even paid the phone bill in 300 years
But we aint really quaint, so please dont point and stare
Were just technologically impaired

 

Theres no phone, no lights, no motorcar
Not a single luxury
Like robinson caruso
Its as primitive as can be

 

We been spending most our lives
Living in an amish paradise
Were just plain and simple guys
Living in an amish paradise
Theres no time for sin and vice
Living in an amish paradise
We dont fight, we all play nice
Living in an amish paradise

 

Hitchin up the buggy, churnin lots of butter
Raised a barn on monday, soon Ill raise anutter
Think youre really righteous?
Think youre pure in heart?
Well, I know Im a million time as humble as thou art
Im the pious guy the little amlettes wanna be like
On my knees day and night scorin points for the afterlife
So dont be vain and dont be whiny
Or else, my brother, I might have to get medieval on your heinie

 

We been spending most our lives
Living in an amish paradise
Were all crazy mennonites
Living in an amish paradise
Theres no cops or traffic lights
Living in an amish paradise
But youd probably think it bites
Living in an amish paradise

 

Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-yecch!

Bonjour Vietnam (Guitar)

Chanson interprétée par Pham Quynh Anh, paroles et musique de Marc Lavoine

(Cliquer pour écouter)

Ton original 1/2 ton plus haut (Capo I)

intro F / G|Am *2

F G Am
Racontes moi ce nom étrange et difficile à prononcer
F G Am
Que je porte depuis que je suis née.
F G Em7 Am
Racontes moi le vieil empire et le trait de mes yeux bridés,
F G Am
Qui disent mieux que moi ce que tu n’oses dire.
Dm7 Em7
Je ne sais de toi que des images de la guerre,
Dm7 Em7
Un film de Coppola, [et] des hélicoptères en colère…

Refrain

F / G Am F G C / Am
Un jour, j’irai là bas, un jour dire bonjour à ton âme.
F G Am F G Am Am
Un jour, j’irai là bas [pour] te dire bonjour, Vietnam.

F G Am
Racontes moi ma couleur, mes cheveux et mes petits pieds,
F G Am
Qui me portent depuis que je suis née.
F G Am
Racontes moi ta maison, ta rue, racontes moi cet inconnu,
F G Am
Les marchés flottants et les sampans de bois.
Dm7 Em7
Je ne connais de mon pays que des photos de la guerre,
Dm7 Em7
Un film de Coppola, [et] des hélicoptères en colère…

F / G Am F G C / Am
Un jour, j’irai là bas, un jour dire bonjour à ton âme.
F G Am F G Am
Un jour, j’irai là bas [pour] te dire bonjour, Vietnam.

F Em7
Les temples et les Bouddhas de pierre pour mes pères,
Dm7 G
Les femmes courbées dans les rizières pour mes mères,
F Em7
Dans la prière, dans la lumière, revoir mes frères,
Dm7 G
Toucher mon âme, mes racines, ma terre…

Refrain

Un jour, j’irai là bas, un jour, dire bonjour à mon âme.
Un jour, j’irai là bas [pour] Te dire bonjour, Vietnam.