This song just hit me in the gut. It's titled, "My Mom," but it reminds me more o
f what's going on with my Dad. (As you can read in "Bath Goo," below, Mom is doing pretty well.)
Don't read these lyrics too literally (except the parts about the buckteeth and the wood panelling). Dad certainly still remembers my name. It's just, how strange, I think, to be almost forty and recognize for the first time, for real--really deep down--that you're in no way a child anymore.
So, here are the lyrics. (and the monkey from Chocolate Genius's website.)
Listen to the song if you have a chance. It's beautiful.
My Mom
by Chocolate Genius
They got 5 televisions
In a house built for 3
Look up on that fake fireplace
You know the bucktoothed boy's me
See that wood paneled room
That's where I learned to drink
See that hole in the wall
That was seagrams I think
That tree was a goal post
That bathroom it was a shroud
That closet it was a phone booth
That mirror was a crowd
See that guy with the bad knees
And his heart on his sleeve
Watch him slip me ten dollars
When it comes time to leave
It's been five years and some change
And this world is getting so strange
But this house smells just the same
But my mom can't remember my name
I sit on her bed and kiss her right behind the ear
She calls out for a dog that's been dead for a year
I say how is it going? Like I didn't know
Hold on to both of her hands too afraid to let her go
And five times exactly no more or no less
She says how you been eating boy? I say, Okay I guess
In this room where she made me, each day she grows weak
She flips on the Golden Girls and the first tear hits my cheek
It's been five years and some change
And this world is getting so strange
But this house smells just the same
But my mom can't remember my name
It's been five years.
