Talking Meaningless Meaning – Michel Montecrossa

She’s a queen, you can’t stop her.
The Meaningless Meaning is her crown.
Her Daddy ain’t the king, he never came down.
Now she‘s my hero and so I‘m hers.

I do a song like a look of the sun.
I do my training, no problem, just fun.
The Meaningless Meaning, it is there with her
but I hate that moment, if I can‘t come close to her.

She’s asking me without asking too much.
The street in the sun is glaring enough.
It’s shimmering, it must be in her hair.
But the Meaningless Meaning is strong and it‘s over there.

I have no doubts, I fold my arms.
I forget but then I remember it all.
I laugh and see it’s just the fall-
I need to be ready, but she may not be ready at all.
There is room in your mind enough, you know.
I remember your name, I roll my balls.
The words spoken speak from my soul.
There‘s a loaf of bread and I unfold my song.

The Meaningless Meaning is about this song.
Don’t ask me questions, forget them all.
Hand them all over, straighten up and go.
I thank you all, the new questions call.

But today I say: “Make me a Pizza.”
And if they don’t respond, I say:
“It’s not that bad what you say. Listen to yourself.”
My head is everywhere and you jump to conclusions.

What’s the name of your addiction?
It’s the Meaningless Meaning, I know it already.
Really, this time it’s worth all the trouble.
Hard core is like: “It all has happened!”