Kaffekanne

Wenn ich morgens meinen Kaffe trinke, höre ich immer immer dieses Lied:

Cup of coffe

You tell me you don`t love me over a cup of coffe
And I just have to look away
A million miles between us
Planets crashing to dust
I just let it fade away

I`m walking empty streets hoping we might meet
I see your car parked on the road
The light on at your window
I know for sure that you`re home
But I just have to pass on by

So no of course we can`t be friends
Not while I`m still this obsessed
I guess I always knew the score
This is how our story ends

I smoke your brands of cigarettes
And pray that you might give me a call
I lie around in bed all day just staring at the walls
Hanging round bars at night wishing I had never been born
And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home

So no of cours we can`t be friends
Not while I still feel like this
I guess I always knew the score
This is where our story ends

You left behind some clothes
My belly summersaults
When I pick them off the floor
My friends all say they`re worried
I`m looking far too skinny
I`ve stopped returning all their calls

And no of course we can`t be friends
Not while I`m still this obsessed
I want to ask where I went wrong
But don`t say anything at all

It took a cup of coffee
To proof that you don`t love me

(Garbage)

wenig Musik

Stille

Das Leise rauschen des CD-Players

Leise, sphärische Musik

Nochmal

wenn es ein wirklich kleines Kaff ist, dann wird eine Kanne genügen.

in lübeck hatte ich an einem montagmorgen einmal ein dermaßen starkes bedürfnis nach kaffee, dass ich, statt eine neue kanne aufzusetzen, aus der trank, die noch vom freitag dastand. er (der kaffee) schmeckte aber noch ausgezeichnet.