Gloria B. from No. 3 by Go El Grande Go

She was cursed with perfect pitch
Ever after unable to sing with real things
Like the birds in the night or the trees in the wind

Oh, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria B
Oh, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria B
Oh, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria B

When she walked into a room
She smelled her way in
Wet lipstick smeared on her face and her skin
But when she sang with precision
How they applauded her so
Oh Gloria gloria gloria B

Oh, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria B
Oh, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria B
Oh, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria B

Oh, she really didn’t appreciate it
The mockery and the pain
Until one day she blessed it
And it all went away

Oh, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria B
Oh, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria B
Oh, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria B

• Alternative
• Spoken Word
• World
• folk rock
• indie rock
• Seattle