Conversations: Live Like A Teapot

written 28.1.-3.2.2011
dedicated to Sebastian

"We all can pour a cup from a teapot sometimes ... "

Live like a teapot
Peaceful and calm
Hot water in your stomach
And sugar in your palm
To remove the bitterness
That sometimes occurs
The spoon of life and love
It eternally stirs

A trustworthy fellow
Who sticks with his friends
Although they use him
And drop from their hands
Your skin looks so battered
So rusty and red
If I were in your spot
I'd surely be dead
However, ...

This could be my favourite spot
This could be my favourite spot
And if I decide that it's not
It will still be a daydream that I've got

Strange ideas fill me
On this my last day
Sitting in a café
In the midst of Poitiers
This French adventure
Will come to an end
What a great experience
For a little German band

I send my attention
To where it belongs
Five people speaking
In three different tongues
Why so ambitious
Of getting it all
Enjoy the fun and
The sun of the fall

This could be my favourite spot
This could be my favourite spot
And if I decide that it's not
It will still be a memory that I've got
This could be my favourite place
This could be my favourite place
I know that there are many ways
And I try to find the right one in this maze

I photographed the teapot
In the fading daylight
Before we payed and left to
Leap into the final night
Monday morning drive home
It was a smooth end
To a rough exciting crazy
Journey with a friend

Literal translation
Is harder than you think
You can't reach me the water
But you can pass me a drink
We wait for the next band
To hit the stage soon
How are you drunk again
It's not even noon

This could be my favourite spot
This could be my favourite spot
And if I decide that it's not
It will still be a daydream that I've got
This could be my favourite place
This could be my favourite place
I know that there are many ways
And I try to find the right one in this maze