The man behind El Bulli was like anyone else
a small breakdown had brought him recognition
The man behind El Bulli stared blankly at an eternity of quail
It was now or never
It was now or never,
so never again
Something had snapped, now he could build it better
Nothing had clicked, but he could make it better
With all the good things that kept coming, not even success could stop him
Whimsy rewarded by the world
The destruction left behind had such a taste
His ambition was blinding to all who would witness it
And with this, he made meals for the rich and over-privileged
Who cares! Who cares!
An attempt to make the best times for all in his path
Who cares? Who cares?
He said eating was an art that was required but he meant it
Who cares! Who cares!
When all is right with the world, to realize it's the same as it ever was...
And with this, he made meals for the rich and over-privileged
Who cares! Who cares!
