All This Useless Beauty, by Elvis Costello

Let me begin by saying there are not enough superlative words in existance to describe just how much this song kicks ass.

I used to have a different explanation for my love affair with this song up here, but I've recently rethought it and come up with a better one.

See... for the most part, I've gotten the really sad feeling that most of my relationships were based more on physical reasons than anything else... that the guy I was with more because he liked how I looked than how I was. My ideas and thoughts didn't really matter as much as whether or not I'd let them get past a certain point.

Now that I think about it, I'm a wee bit saddenned by it. I'm more than just my physicality... I'm a fairly spiffy person with some stuff to say and a penchant for silliness.... not that most guys I've met would know this seeing as how they seem to spend more time thinking about how I look on their arm than they do thinking about what makes me giggle.

Not to say this is true about all guys... I've known some exceptions. There have been guys I've been involved with who cared about my opinions and ideas... they just seem too few and far between. (Though happily, my current boi fits into that catergory. =] )

Not that I expect this to make sense...



It's at times such as this she'd be tempted to spit

If she wasn't so ladylike

She imagines how she might have lived

back when legends and history collide

So she looks to her prince finding he's so charmingly

slumped at her side

Those days are recalled on the gallery wall

And she's waiting for passion or humour to strike

What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty?

All this useless beauty

Good Friday arrived, the sky darkened on time

'Til he almost began to negotiate

She held his head like a baby and said "It's okay if you cry"

Now he wants her to dress as if you couldn't guess

He desires to impress his associates

But he's part ugly beast and Hellenic deceased

So she finds that the mixture is hard to deny

What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty?

All this useless beauty

She won't practice the looks from the great tragic books

That were later disgraced to face celluloid

It won't even make sense but you can bet

If she isn't a sweetheart or plaything or pet

The film turns her into an unveiled threat

Nonsense prevails, modesty fails

Grace and virtue turn into stupidity

While the calendar fades almost all barricades to a pale compromise

And our leaders have feasts on the backsides of beasts

They still think they're the gods of antiquity

If something you missed didn't even exist

It was just an ideal -- is it such a surprise?

What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty?

All this useless beauty

What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty?

All this useless beauty