37 YOUR USUAL Scoot Bonobos — Force Fed [Intro — intimate female voice; a familiar bass groove] There you are. I kept your place. [Verse 1 — male voice, relaxed] My glass was sweating on the table. She’d left the little wedge of lime. The chair that doesn’t face the doorway. The song I ask for every time. She turned it up before I mentioned. I took my coat off, settled in. For once I didn’t have to tell someone Where to put me, what to bring. [Pre-Chorus — female voice, warmly amused] A little less sugar. A little more bite. You should’ve seen your face The night we got it right. [Chorus — female lead; inviting, heavy groove] YOUR USUAL. Just how you like. I kept the recipe. I got it right. YOUR USUAL. Nothing to explain. You don’t have to ask. I remembered how you take it. [Verse 2 — female voice; pride in the work] The first one came back barely touched. The second needed something more. You couldn’t name the thing you wanted. I kept the kitchen open for you. I crossed out every version. Kept the notes along the side. You said nobody listened. I wrote down every word that night. [Short instrumental — the groove feels almost too familiar] [Verse 3 — male voice; still conversational] The menu lay beside the napkin. I slipped my thumb beneath the edge. Her hand came down across the cover. She smiled before she said— [Female voice] “You won’t need that.” [Male voice] “I thought I’d have a look.” [Female voice] “You always say there’s too much choice.” [Male voice] “I know. I thought I would.” [Chorus — same words; firmer, less playful] YOUR USUAL. Just how you like. I kept the recipe. I got it right. YOUR USUAL. Nothing to explain. You don’t have to ask. I remembered how you take it. [Bridge — bass and a dry kick; two close voices] [Male] I asked you to remember. I didn’t say decide. [Female] You asked me for the same thing The last eleven times. [Male] And every time I wanted it. [Female] Then what’s wrong with tonight? [Male] I haven’t even ordered. [Female] I know. You don’t have to. That’s what I got right. [The band stops] [Male — quietly] It was good. I came back, didn’t I? [Female] I bought the things you like. [Instrumental return — the riff repeats; its gaps now feel uncomfortable] [Verse 4 — male voice] I could smell it from the kitchen. I knew exactly what she’d done. The little change I’d once suggested. The thing she leaves out just for me. She’d put some work into remembering. I could hear it in her voice. I looked down at the closed-up menu. She waited for me to look pleased. [Final Chorus — unchanged words; exposed emphasis on “RIGHT”] YOUR USUAL. Just how you like. I kept the recipe. I got it RIGHT. YOUR USUAL. Nothing to explain. You don’t have to ask. I remembered how you take it. [Outro — the groove softens; ordinary voices] [Male] “Could I try something else?” [A pause] She looks toward the kitchen. [Female — tired, almost tender] “I already started yours.” [One more turn of the familiar riff. Cut.]
