Somebody planning the Grammy’s had a sense of humor.
They had Smokey Robinson perform. Who doesn’t love Smokey, right? And the song, The Tracks of my Tears? Hey, even the most musically stunted of us can at least sing:
So take a good look at my face
You’ll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it’s easy to trace
The tracks of my tears..
Smokey singing that song wouldn’t be funny if he showed up looking like this:
However, …take a good look at my face takes on a whole new meaning when the singer, born in 1940, looks like this:
Take a good look at your face?
Oh sweet, Jesus. I can’t look. What the hell is wrong?
You’ll see my smile looks out of place
No shit Smokey, it looks out of place because ain’t nothin’ where it’s supposed to be. What have you done to yourself?
What happened to this man?
Of course time is going to take its toll, but…
If you look closer, it’s easy to trace
The tracks of my tears..
Smokey, Smokey, Smokey. I apologize for running the same picture, but I can’t tell, are you going for a modern day evangelist kewpie doll look?
Or are you gunning for Audrey Hepburn’s role in Always?
Because that’s the only thing that can explain your otherworldly whiteness and wrinklelessness. Come on.
What would this man have said?
If he knew he’d ended up looking like this?
Outside I’m masquerading
Inside my hope is fading
Just a clown oh yeah
Since you put me down
My smile is my make up
I wear since my break up with you..
So take a good look at my face
You’ll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it’s easy to trace
The tracks of my tears
Smokey, I couldn’t trace anything on your face. There are no lines, no stories, no evidence of the life you’ve lived. You have achieved cult status tonight with your denial of the inappropriateness of this song. It was at once tragic and hilarious.