Gorgeous Lyrics
Your little sister just kicked out of
God you can't shave your head
Come to the show
The boys rock harder
Your mother lent you her slip
She lent you her bright red lipstick
And your shoes are hurting your back
But boy don't you look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
How you look gorgeous
You put a bullet in your foot
You make it hard for us bitches, inconsequential in your back bends
And your taste in men leaves something to de desired
You love them to be aloof and self obsessed
They love you in your mini dress
You're looking gorgeous
You're looking gorgeous
How you look gorgeous
*harmonica*
I'm afraid you must go to the ladies room
I left your competence in curlers
You look gorgeous
You're looking gorgeous
How you look gorgeous.
Ever aware of her own culturally conditioned false self vs. her consuming need to stay in the way things are and not the way we want (soooooo badly) for them to appear to be, Al takes off in yet another trip into what is for her the essential conflict: "I have to be this to play the game out there with the robots, but I am =not= a robot, and it drives me nuts when I act like one."
How many of Al's tunes are rants about her momentary -- okay; maybe they last a few hours -- lapses of the awareness / consciousness / mindfulness she clearly prizes so highly? "20/20," "Bent for You," "Death of Cinderella," "Everything," "Fear of Bliss," "Flinch," "No Pressure...," "Out is Through," "Purgatorying," "So Unsexy," "Thank U," etc., etc.
Either Al is =very= hard on herself, just self-aware and self-accepting, or maybe even =both= (at different times). In whatever event, she's said numerous times that her writing is her process of revelation and separating the chicken salad from the chicken s**t.