The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black's "Going to Alaska!"

Hey, where you going?
Well, I'm going to Alaska!
Alaska?
Well, what are you going there for?
Yeah, I saw a picture of it once, and Alaska looked all white and snowy.
Yeah, I heard it was cleaner there.
Cleaner?
Cleaner than what?
Well, pretty soon everybody will be wanting to go there, and it won't be so clean any more.
In fact, I just don't want to talk about this any more.


Going to Alaska!
I'm going to Alaska.
Going to Alaska!
I'm going to Alaska.
Going to Alaska!
I'm going to Alaska.
Going to Alaska!
I'm going to Alaska.


You know, I've been inside of so many people's homes filled with so much filth, it's absolutely ridiculous.
There's so much dust all over the glass and mirrors,
So much of that stuff, I can't even see myself.
What I think we should do every day,
Or still, perhaps once a week,
Is the cock-a-roach thing, you know, where we cover the houses.
I just get so sick of walking into people's homes and seeing all those little bugs.
I just don't want to talk about it any more.


Going to Alaska!
I'm going to Alaska.
Going to Alaska!
I'm going to Alaska.
Going to Alaska!
I'm going to Alaska.
Going to Alaska!
I'm going to Alaska.


Yeah, I had to leave this place, 'cuz it got so depressing, all the crap.
There's so many shirts and pants all over the walls.
What I think we should do is dig a big hole in the ground,
And throw all that junk in there and burn it.
I just get so fed up walking into all those brightly lit stores and seeing all that stuff,
I just don't want to talk about it any more.

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