Chocolate-Tindersticks

歌手 : Tindersticks

专辑 : The Something Rain

语种 : 英语

时长 : 09:04

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TXT Chocolate-Tindersticks 文本歌词

Chocolate (巧克力) - Tindersticks

It had been the perfect Friday afternoon

The job was almost done

The house we were decorating was owned by a little old man

Forever in the same three piece suit

He'd probabbly had since he was demobbed

He seemed to be forever on his way to the post office

Carrying brown paper ansd string wrapped parcels under his arm

He'd bring us out china cups of camp coffee

And plates of custard cream biscuits

The house had belonged to his parents

Who had both passed away within weeks of each other

A few years back

They were the only people he had ever lived with

This was the only house he had ever lived in

I wondered what would happen to the house when he's gone

It was a short walk to my bedsit

Once a similar house to the old man's

now broken into lots of single room accomodation

It also once had a great garden like his

Now occupied by one-storey modern block building

Containing the dentist and chiropodist

In my room was an electric cooker

Which I only used in winter to keep warm

Next to that was a sink with a glass shelf above it

on which was a toothbrush and carton of marlboro's

There was a table with a chair in one corner

A single bed in the other

And about four sq ft in the middle

There was a wooden drawer

Under the bed with most of my clothes in

The rest was over the back of the chair

I had a record player on a table

And boxes of records underneath

The bathroom for the first

And the second floor was opposite my room

It had a meter for the water

Which took two 50pence pieces

You'd have to wait half an hour for the water to heat up

And keep an eye on the door

In case some sod pinched your bath

There was one toilet upstairs and one outside

But no one used the outside one anymore

So it was where the local prostitutes would take their clients for a quickie

I'd spend as little time as I could in my room

My skin was still warm and soft from the bath as I walked into town

So I was sat on my usual bar stool in my usual pub by 6 30

The usual twelve or so regulars in at this time of the evening

Nice and relaxed before the post 8 00 crush

We'd crowd around the tiny bar then pool tables

The house rule for fool was winner stays on

You'd chalk your name on the balckboard

And wait your turn

The challenger would pay for the game

So if you were good

You 'd play all night

Tonight I was great

She walked into the pool room just as I potted the black

The next name on the list

Bent down to the slot on the table and put coins in

I was used to seeing her surrounded by burgundy flocked wallpaper

And red velvet upholstery in the sunday night pub around the corner;

She looked different stood here in the pool room

She looked good she was looking at me

I ended the game as quickly as I could

Without losing badly and stood near her

"Would you like a drink " she asked

"I get them What do you want " I replied

"The same as you're having" she said

The great thing about being a regular

When the bars turned deep is it only takes a raised eyebrow

And a couple of nods

And two bottles of Holster Pils had been passed over people's heads to you

We did the pool room dance for a while

Moving to" excuse me"'s bending around elbows

And pool cues until we decided to move on

It was too early to go to the club

So we went around the corner to the Sunday night pub

It was still quite busy on a Friday night

Full of couples and students

It had a reputation as a gay bar

Probably why the students came in to feel safe

She was my dream we drank pernod and blacks

Talked about John Barry Ford Cortinas (she preferred the Mark 3)

what was best: gel or Brylcream I preferred the Brylcream

She even agreed On Her Majesty's Secret Service was the best Bond film

If you accept it as a whole

And not just get hung up about George Lazenby

She smoked Silkcuts

She didn't mind Marlboros

But we both had a fondness for Old Port cigars

We moved down to the club

Upstairs for a couple of onion bhajis

Went down to the quiet bar near the dance floors

We decided to leave early

You wouldn't want to be there in the end

When the lights came on

You'd never sit down in here again

In a depressing shuffle we pushed to the door

Now it was good to get up and out

While it was still a black hole warm and smokey

Full of possibilities

She lived by the river

The other side of town

Queue for taxis was hell as usual

Next to the late night chippy

The worst chips you could buy

But at this time of night full

Outside fights and throwing up

We jumped in the taxi nothing mattered but us

Back at hers a bedsit in a house similar to mine

She'd done something painted three walls

Put up some old fifties star wall paper

A big Bowie poster and some nice curtains

It would be easy for me to change my woodchip magnolia bedsit standard

Afterall it was my job She had a few lamps here and there were some candles

She made us proper hot chocolate

Not the instant sh*t you get from the machine

She had Fox'sbiscuits and a small bottle of Cointreau too

The end of a perfect day

The taste of chocolate cigarette and orange liqueur made it even seem better

I undid her tartan miniskirt pulled off her black wool tights

My lips moved up her legs What the f**k

I had a large hard dick poking me in the eye

"Sh*t you're a chap " I felt like jumping through the window screaming

I couldn't move

She he still looked the same

I had a pain in my head

I wanted to do something say something

He was holding me sobbing "

You must have known how could you not tell "

And "I love you I can be your woman "

His eyes were still beautiful deep brown

His lips still chocolatey and orangey

"Sh*t " I said "I was never a breast man anyway "