I really love her version of this song. I have wanted to post it for a while but it's not manly enough and I felt vulnerable in posting it. But thanks to a commenter here I think the timing is right.
For some reason it makes me think of all the ways my father degraded, debased, and demoralized himself at my mother's feet just for one more instant of her good graces.
By selling himself out he took the rest of us with him.
He had a choice.
Or maybe it's because I never really understood the lyrics before now.
On a really, really, good day my
mother could pass for this woman.
I would post a picture of my mother but I threw them all in the trash.
This woman looks like she has a soul.
My mother had eyes like a snake.
Dull, flat and unblinking.
By the time she was older it was like her face was frozen into this smirk that looked more like
she was biting into a lemon.
The way she looked the last time I saw her reminded me of that twilight zone in which on a New Year's Eve in which this old guy was about to die had his greedy relatives all flocked around like a bunch of vultures.
He had them all put on these hideous masks and after the clock struck twelve, and the old man died,
they pulled off the masks and their faces had taken on the same look