The Pilot - The White Buffalo & The Forest Rangers

Ayoo! Co-Pilot Co-Pilot Co-Pilot Kristina: We can go where you wanna go We just gotta fuel it up Try catchin' us if you can This flight ain't about to... What's up? Ohhh Corneille: Je rêve de quitter le sol mais seul j'arrive pas Toi et moi sur le même vol pour la vie, t'en dit quoi? Tiens ma main qu'on décolle le passé reste en bas Oh ohhh [Chorus] Corneille: Je t'emmène au au-delà de ta raison Kristina: I'm gonna take this club to the city of love Corneille: Je me cherche un co-pilot Tu pourrais m'accompagner Là où je ne comptais pas aller Je t'emmène au au-delà de ta raison Oublier tout ce qu'on sait aux portes de l'horizon Si tu te cherches un co-pilot Je pourrais t'accompagner Kristina: Baby be my co-pilot hey hey We can be who we wanna be Won't we take it to the top? You can be my wingman Chillin' in the Mile High Club Oh ohhh Corneille: On va quitter le sol à deux, tu verras Toi et moi sur le même vol pour la vie, t'en dit quoi? Tiens ma main qu'on décolle le passé reste en bas Oh ohhh [Chorus] Corneille: Je t'emmène au au-delà de ta raison Oublier tout ce qu'on sait aux portes de l'horizon Kristina: Come, we're gonna find it Corneille: Je pourrais t'accompagner Kristina: Let me be your co-pilot hey hey Oh oh Corneille: Je t'emmène au au-delà de ta raison Es-tu déjà passé de l'autre côté du son? Kristina: Come, we're gonna find it Corneille: Je pourrais t'accompagner Kristina: I can be your co-pilot yeaaah Yooo Co-pilot Co-pilot Co-pilot Hey hey hey Yooo Co-pilot Co-pilot Co-pilot Hey hey hey Corneille: Nous irons voilà Paris à Kinshasa Kristina: We laugh to the DJ in a pretty boy The boys are mine in the cockpit Corneille: On dit qu'on visitera Que Bali on oubliera (I'm gonna take this club to the city of love... Come, we're gonna flight in) [Chorus] Corneille: Je t'emmène au au-delà de ta raison Kristina: I'm gonna take this club to the city of love Corneille: Je me cherche un co-pilot Tu pourrais m'accompagner Là où je ne comptais pas aller Je t'emmène au au-delà de ta raison Oublier tout ce qu'on sait aux portes de l'horizon Si tu te cherches un co-pilot Je pourrais t'accompagner Baby be my co-pilot Hey hey hey Ayooo

Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay My horse Is a shackled old man His, his remorse Was that he couldn't survey the skies Right before Right before they went gray My horse and my remorse Flying over a great bay Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay My source Is the source of all creation Her discourse Is that we all don't survey the skies Right before Right before they go gray My source and my remorse Flying over a great bay Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay

In a quaint caravan There's a lady they call the Gypsy She can look in the future And drive away all your fears Everything will come right If you only believe the Gypsy She could tell at a glance That my heart was so full of tears She looked at my hand and told me My lover was always true And yet in my heart I knew, dear Somebody else was kissing you But I'll go there again 'Cause I want to believe the Gypsy That my lover is true And will come back to me someday You see, she looked at my hand and Told me that my baby would always be true And yet, in my heart I knew, dear That somebody else was kissing you But I'll go there again 'Cause I want to believe the Gypsy That my lover is true And will come back to me someday

You did many things That I liked, that I liked And you like diamond rings I can provide I can provide for you You made me feel so good Before I left On the road And you deserve your name On a crown, on a throne You did many things That I liked, that I liked And you like diamond rings I can provide, I can provide for you You made me feel so good Before I left On the road And you deserve your name On a crown, on a throne I haven't been around my town in a long while I apologize, but I I've been trying to get this money like I got a couple kids who rely... On me But I remember on the bathroom floor Before I went on tour Like you said we couldn't do it again... 'Cause you had a thing with some other man You said it was love And you said you were lost Then you wished me good luck To find somebody to love But, oooh Now I've heard that you're single And uh huh, I'll give you something to live for Yes, I will Honey please You never thought you'd ever see my face again But your love just swayed the lies When he stared into your eyes He just might be too good for you You're almost dead to him You're sleeping with a frozen heart Well baby girl it's over now And you can always count on me Your unshackled boy, unrestrained to touch So immune to love And it feels so priceless to me That you're always free That you'll take me in Now I'm everything, your everything I bet you'll take me in I know you'll take me in now The same place I left you in (we) I bet you'll take me in I know you'll take me in I know you'll take me in The same place I left you in We Who? Oooh... Oooooooh... No ho... Let her know... You did many things That I liked, that I liked And you like diamond rings I can provide I can provide for you You made me feel so good Before I left On the road And you deserve your name On a crown, on a throne

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour