Song | A Candymaker's Knife In My Handbag |
Artist | The Fiery Furnaces |
Album | Rehearsing My Choir |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Friedberger | |
A night out in the tropics | |
Turned out I couldn't cope | |
After the School of Fancy Cookery | |
With Antoinette Pope | |
I learned brazing and saucing, meringue and sift | |
Knead, flute and flour | |
Each Thursday for an hour | |
Cobblers and plum cakes, tarts savory and sweet | |
A candymaker's knife in my handbag | |
A candymaker's knife in my handbag | |
Well I learned brazing and saucing, meringue and sift | |
Knead, flute and flour | |
Each Thursday for an hour | |
Cobblers and plum cakes, tarts savory and sweet | |
A candymaker's knife in my handbag | |
A candymaker's knife in my handbag | |
That night I was to meet my husband's father, for the very first time | |
I wore the scarf he sent to me | |
French silk, scarlet blue and cream | |
He sits, he waits, a coffee on his knee | |
I wonder if it's as bad as it might seem | |
Zapped by the Zombie | |
Zapped, zapped by the Zombie | |
Zapped by the Zombie in the two-door Dodge | |
Twice-baked brioche and pastry pockets | |
And lock its two-door Dodge | |
Zapped by the Zombie | |
Zapped, zapped by the Zombie | |
Zapped by the Zombie in the two-door Dodge | |
And I did not fail | |
To bust off a nail as the Dodge door handle dodges my hand | |
Delicate, delicate hold my hand | |
Delicate nectarine upside-down chiffon cake | |
Dodge down the downtown loop the loop lightly | |
Hazelnut baby loaves | |
Hazelnut baby loaves | |
Hold my hand inside-out upside-down marzipan Milanese | |
My brain is a blur | |
Hodge-podge - cardinal slice - two-door, brand new | |
What am I gonna do | |
'Cause on the street the amber lights were hellish hot | |
And the wind in the windows was not giving air | |
And tropical Napeolons | |
But it was too late and I didn't care | |
And I didn't care | |
Because first I went to meet Dr. Christopolous and his wife Claudette | |
Who at the time was my close girlfriend | |
They picked my up in their brand-new Dodge | |
And we went to Trader Vic's, or Mr. Rick's | |
And I ordered, like the others, a Zombie | |
And it bombed me, it just bombed me | |
And when we got to the stoop my father-in-law said 'Were you attacked?' | |
My aunt, being helpful, said something that made my heart just go sunk | |
And with a look on her face like something had stunk | |
'She's just drunk!' she hissed | |
I reached for the arm of the armchair and missed | |
A night out in the tropics | |
Turned out I couldn't cope | |
After the School of Fancy Cookery | |
With Antoinette Pope | |
I wore the scarf he sent to me | |
French silk, scarlet blue and cream | |
He sits, he waits, a coffee on his knee | |
I wonder if it's as bad as it might seem |
zuo qu : Friedberger | |
A night out in the tropics | |
Turned out I couldn' t cope | |
After the School of Fancy Cookery | |
With Antoinette Pope | |
I learned brazing and saucing, meringue and sift | |
Knead, flute and flour | |
Each Thursday for an hour | |
Cobblers and plum cakes, tarts savory and sweet | |
A candymaker' s knife in my handbag | |
A candymaker' s knife in my handbag | |
Well I learned brazing and saucing, meringue and sift | |
Knead, flute and flour | |
Each Thursday for an hour | |
Cobblers and plum cakes, tarts savory and sweet | |
A candymaker' s knife in my handbag | |
A candymaker' s knife in my handbag | |
That night I was to meet my husband' s father, for the very first time | |
I wore the scarf he sent to me | |
French silk, scarlet blue and cream | |
He sits, he waits, a coffee on his knee | |
I wonder if it' s as bad as it might seem | |
Zapped by the Zombie | |
Zapped, zapped by the Zombie | |
Zapped by the Zombie in the twodoor Dodge | |
Twicebaked brioche and pastry pockets | |
And lock its twodoor Dodge | |
Zapped by the Zombie | |
Zapped, zapped by the Zombie | |
Zapped by the Zombie in the twodoor Dodge | |
And I did not fail | |
To bust off a nail as the Dodge door handle dodges my hand | |
Delicate, delicate hold my hand | |
Delicate nectarine upsidedown chiffon cake | |
Dodge down the downtown loop the loop lightly | |
Hazelnut baby loaves | |
Hazelnut baby loaves | |
Hold my hand insideout upsidedown marzipan Milanese | |
My brain is a blur | |
Hodgepodge cardinal slice twodoor, brand new | |
What am I gonna do | |
' Cause on the street the amber lights were hellish hot | |
And the wind in the windows was not giving air | |
And tropical Napeolons | |
But it was too late and I didn' t care | |
And I didn' t care | |
Because first I went to meet Dr. Christopolous and his wife Claudette | |
Who at the time was my close girlfriend | |
They picked my up in their brandnew Dodge | |
And we went to Trader Vic' s, or Mr. Rick' s | |
And I ordered, like the others, a Zombie | |
And it bombed me, it just bombed me | |
And when we got to the stoop my fatherinlaw said ' Were you attacked?' | |
My aunt, being helpful, said something that made my heart just go sunk | |
And with a look on her face like something had stunk | |
' She' s just drunk!' she hissed | |
I reached for the arm of the armchair and missed | |
A night out in the tropics | |
Turned out I couldn' t cope | |
After the School of Fancy Cookery | |
With Antoinette Pope | |
I wore the scarf he sent to me | |
French silk, scarlet blue and cream | |
He sits, he waits, a coffee on his knee | |
I wonder if it' s as bad as it might seem |
zuò qǔ : Friedberger | |
A night out in the tropics | |
Turned out I couldn' t cope | |
After the School of Fancy Cookery | |
With Antoinette Pope | |
I learned brazing and saucing, meringue and sift | |
Knead, flute and flour | |
Each Thursday for an hour | |
Cobblers and plum cakes, tarts savory and sweet | |
A candymaker' s knife in my handbag | |
A candymaker' s knife in my handbag | |
Well I learned brazing and saucing, meringue and sift | |
Knead, flute and flour | |
Each Thursday for an hour | |
Cobblers and plum cakes, tarts savory and sweet | |
A candymaker' s knife in my handbag | |
A candymaker' s knife in my handbag | |
That night I was to meet my husband' s father, for the very first time | |
I wore the scarf he sent to me | |
French silk, scarlet blue and cream | |
He sits, he waits, a coffee on his knee | |
I wonder if it' s as bad as it might seem | |
Zapped by the Zombie | |
Zapped, zapped by the Zombie | |
Zapped by the Zombie in the twodoor Dodge | |
Twicebaked brioche and pastry pockets | |
And lock its twodoor Dodge | |
Zapped by the Zombie | |
Zapped, zapped by the Zombie | |
Zapped by the Zombie in the twodoor Dodge | |
And I did not fail | |
To bust off a nail as the Dodge door handle dodges my hand | |
Delicate, delicate hold my hand | |
Delicate nectarine upsidedown chiffon cake | |
Dodge down the downtown loop the loop lightly | |
Hazelnut baby loaves | |
Hazelnut baby loaves | |
Hold my hand insideout upsidedown marzipan Milanese | |
My brain is a blur | |
Hodgepodge cardinal slice twodoor, brand new | |
What am I gonna do | |
' Cause on the street the amber lights were hellish hot | |
And the wind in the windows was not giving air | |
And tropical Napeolons | |
But it was too late and I didn' t care | |
And I didn' t care | |
Because first I went to meet Dr. Christopolous and his wife Claudette | |
Who at the time was my close girlfriend | |
They picked my up in their brandnew Dodge | |
And we went to Trader Vic' s, or Mr. Rick' s | |
And I ordered, like the others, a Zombie | |
And it bombed me, it just bombed me | |
And when we got to the stoop my fatherinlaw said ' Were you attacked?' | |
My aunt, being helpful, said something that made my heart just go sunk | |
And with a look on her face like something had stunk | |
' She' s just drunk!' she hissed | |
I reached for the arm of the armchair and missed | |
A night out in the tropics | |
Turned out I couldn' t cope | |
After the School of Fancy Cookery | |
With Antoinette Pope | |
I wore the scarf he sent to me | |
French silk, scarlet blue and cream | |
He sits, he waits, a coffee on his knee | |
I wonder if it' s as bad as it might seem |