Tea party in space

I ran across this post for the thousandth time earlier today and suddenly I’m writing and recording the rest of the song…

Lyrics:

You think I’m a casual brewer

And you have so many teas

I guess it must be so

But still I cannot see

If the careless one is me

How can there be so much that you don’t know

You don’t know

You think you own whatever tea you purchase

The leaf is just a dead thing you can claim

But I know every black and green and herbal

Has a color, has a flavor, has a name

You think the only tea cups who are tea cups

Are the tea cups who hold a deep dark brew

But if you drink light orange tea of strangers

You’ll taste things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever stirred the cream in with a lone teaspoon

Or asked the steaming kettle why he steams

Can you drink with all poshness of the British

Can you paint with all the colors of the tea

Can you paint with all the colors of the tea

Come try the English breakfast of the far West

Come taste the subtle mixtures of the East

Come steep in all the flavors all around you

And for once, never wonder when to cease

The water and the kettle are my brothers

The spoon and the infuser are my friends

And we are all connected to each other

In a kitchen, in a brew that never ends

How dark can the pekoe grow

If you pour it now, then you’ll never know

And you’ll never stir the cream in with a lone teaspoon

For whether we like chai or caffeine free

We need to drink with all the poshness of the British

We need to paint with all the colours of the tea

You can own the leaves and still

All you’ll own is leaves until

You can paint with all the colours of the tea