One of my favorite singer/songwriters is Michael Roe. I’ve listened to his music for 30 years. I’ve long admired his confessional tone and word play. About his writing, he said,

"These songs are a forum where I dialogue with myself and with God. A lot of these are prayers, some of them are promises I'm making to myself, some of them are just wishful thinking. Oftentimes my songs tell on me, they indict me, they provoke me, they convict me." Roe adds, "We're only here for a short time, in this veil of tears...I hope my songs help people in general to realize what we have been given and how much is available to us." [i]

As a young man in my twenties, I was especially drawn to a blues song entitled ‘I Could Laugh’. It’s a lament in the vein of David’s ‘remember not the sins of my youth’.

(You can listen online at http://the77s.bandcamp.com/track/i-could-laugh )

I Could Laugh

Mama Don't Understand
She Wants To Hold My Hand Night And Day
She Don't Like My Clothes, They're Wearing Thin On Her Nerves
She Don't Like My Hair, My Glorious Crown Brings Her Down
She Won't Take Me Serious, Think I'll Join The Circus
Be A Clown

And They'll All Laugh, They'll All Laugh, They'll All Laugh
But It's Not Funny, No

I'm Restless
Wanna Bust Out Of My Skin
Got A Rocket In My Pocket
Got No Fuel, No Charted Course
Got No Direction
No, They Did Not Give Me Those In School
Yes, I've Been A Fool For Cool
But No Kind Of Hair, No Shoes, No Jacket’s
Gonna Help Me Hack It, Hack It
Hack It To Pieces, Man
I've Had It And You Can Have It

And They'll All Laugh, They'll All Laugh, They'll All Laugh
But It's Not Funny, No

Well, I Wonder What Will Get Me Off
So I Pick And Choose And Take
And In A Couple Years, You're Right
I'm Left With A Great Big Heartache
So Deep And Wide That No Matter What I Stuff Inside
It's Empty Just The Way It Came
It's A Crying Shame But All The Same

And They'll All Laugh, They'll All Laugh, They'll All Laugh
But It's Not Funny, No

Should I Recall All The People I Have Hurt Along The Way
And Should I Try To Justify Every Wrong I Did Not Right
But Two Wrongs Don't Make It Right
And So It Keeps Me Up At Night And I Lie Awake
And While Away The Meanwhile
And Meanwhile...... Meanwhile I Dwell
On The Baby That I Killed Or The Drink I Should Have Not Refilled
And Every Heart I Broke In Two And Left To Die
Bleeding On The Roadside
Or I Could Sit And Let My Eyes Fill With Mist
For Every Girl That I Should Not Have Kissed
And All The Broken Family Ties
The Loved Ones I Have Missed
Yes, I Have Mist In My Eyes
And So I Cry, But Why Should I, Should I

And They'll All Laugh, They'll All Laugh, They'll All Laugh
But It's Not Funny, No 

And Everything I've Got I'm Gonna Lose
Both Good And Bad Will Pass And What Next? 
What Lies Beyond The Broken Dreams And Shattered Mirrors
I Keep Looking In To Check My Luck Or Skill
But Only Pride Keeps Staring Back And Still I Laugh
Still I Laugh

And None Of This, Of Course, Will Stand
When I Stand Before The Man 
On That Great Day Of The Great Divide
When All The Kings And Queens Will Have Their Closets Emptied
And The Bones Will All Fall Out
'Dem Bones, 'Dem Bones, 'Dem Dry Bones Will Not Fail
Dead Men Will Tell Tales

And You Can Laugh
And I Can Laugh
And We Can Laugh
But It's Not Funny

[ii] Michael Roe - © 1987 Fools Of The World, LTD. (ASCAP)