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A bonfire is a controlled outdoor fire used for informal disposal of burnable waste material or as part of a celebration. Celebratory bonfires are typically designed to burn quickly and may be very large. The name 'bonfire' is from 'bone fire'.
In many regions of continental Europe, bonfires are made traditionally on January 16,[citation needed] the solemnity of John the Baptist, as well as on Saturday night before Easter.[citation needed] Bonfires are also a feature of Walpurgis Night in central and northern Europe, and the celebrations on the eve of St. John's Day in Spain.
Bonfire traditions of early spring, known as in German, lit on the Sunday following Ash Wednesday (Funkensonntag), are widespread throughout the Alemannic German speaking regions of Europe and in parts of France. The burning of "winter in effigy" at the Sechseläuten in Zürich (introduced in 1902) is inspired by this Alemannic tradition. In Austria "Osterfeuer" Easter Fire are widely usual, but also regulated in cities, districts and countries to hold down the effected annual high of PM10-dust immission; besides there are "Sonnwendfeuer" on the evening of 21. June.
James Hillier Blount (born 22 February 1974), better known by his stage name James Blunt, is an English singer-songwriter and former army officer, whose debut album, Back to Bedlam and single releases, including "You're Beautiful" and "Goodbye My Lover", brought him to fame in 2005. His repertoire can be best described as a mix of acoustic-tinged pop, rock and folk. After recording on the independent American label Custard Records, Blunt won two Brit Awards, two MTV Video Music Awards, two Ivor Novello Awards, and by 2006 was nominated for five Grammy Awards. The following year, he released his second album All the Lost Souls (2007). Blunt's third studio album, Some Kind of Trouble, was released in November 2010. Worldwide, Blunt has sold over 18 million albums, and his debut album, Back to Bedlam, is the best-selling album of the 2000s in the UK.
Blunt was an officer in the Life Guards, a cavalry regiment of the British Army, and served under NATO in Kosovo during the conflict there in 1999. While posted to Kosovo, Blunt was introduced to the work of Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF or "Doctors Without Borders"). Since then, Blunt has supported MSF by holding meet-and-greet auctions at many of his concerts.
Everybody gather 'round, cuz you know we'a fin' to do this thang fo' reezy some ser'ous. Put ‘cha money in ya shoe and it won't get wet. Come on.
Here comes a man across the field, honey
Here comes a man across the field, babe
Here comes a man across the field,
He's kicking up dust like an automobile
Honey, oh, baby, mine
Get it up, girl down in Daisy Dukes
I want ya ass butt naked in a baby suit
Gonna keep on drinking till the tummy puke
Got a problem with that, well you can get the boot
Got shotgun pointed to the sky
Got smoke in the eyes, and I'm surely high
Waking, baking, till the noggin' fry
Naked, rolling round with a hog and I
Take from the rich and I give to me
One Escalade, two ecstacys
Perform on hoes right next to me
And I think I found serenity
Back up that punk, it's mine again
I jacked a truck of Heineken
Looks like it's time for a line again
And how about five Colonapins?
And I start to grin and start to dance
I'm speakin' in tongues, takin' off my pants
I'm blowing my whole hot damn advance
And we ain't gonna stop till the ambulance
Slow ride a hundred GMCs
Hooked up Crown Vics with DVDs
Got people down here you'll want to see
Half say there cuz's, say they're free
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
Better give me that bag of wacky tobacco
Them cracker's ain't takin' a damn thang
Drinkin' and smokin', stinkin' and pokin'
Bangin' these hoes, we profane
Getting' it up in the back of a truck
With a bitty with tittys and shakin' da butt
Call me retarded
But that's how we party
But lordy, good almighty y'all
Breakin' it down like it ain't been done
Straight jacked to the brain till I see the sun
You a punk motherfucker if you got a gun
Leave that at home and just bring your lungs, weed
Pimp swiggin‘, shindiggin', shit kickin', picknickin'
Brick dickin', thick chickens and a sicknin'
TMH? and smokin' dope in the open, no chokin', no joke
And I'm on a roll, and I'm locin', hopin' to leave a jaw broken
Soakin' in your blood, while I'm strokin' your ho in the wide open
With my folks scopin'
That bastard's crazy as hell!
That's how we do it down here in Georgia
It's on like a moth when the weather's gorgeous
Shit you N'street punks never seen on a TV screen
From radios to porches, to patios, let's torch it
Some bitch, I pour gas on it
Crunk?, Bet your ass on it!
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
That's why at 3: 30 I'm seein' shit
Screwin' three or four broads like a trail of piss
Takin' three or four rolls I ain't feelin' shit
Give me three or four mo' ‘bout real quick
Ain't nothin' down here but ‘trailer crank'
Poor man with a meth lab and a bama? stank
Man, y'all keep that dyin' shit
Motherfucker do I look like I'm tryin' to quit?
Moonshine in a Mason jar at noon-time, trippin'
Beer is for the guzzelin', this is for the sippin'
When the Sun go down, it sho' be goody good
In the dirty dirt, speakin' dirty words
They might be scarred but them boys ain't skerd
I don't know if you heard, you can't polish a turd
Yeah, my vision blurred, my speech a little slurred
But back off of me cracker ‘for your ass get hurt
“Oh my God! What are these blue turtles?
“I don't know dude, but every time I wave my cigarette around I get the trails?
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
To the window, to the walls
Feel the sweat runnin' off my balls
Till the shit runnin' out yo' draws
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
To the window, to the walls
Feel the sweat runnin' off my balls
Till the shit runnin' out yo' draws
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet