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CAROUSEL WIND

Creating a wind with a whimsical flare

About Me

~~~When men first landed on the moon, I was working as an armed human scarecrow at a cherry farm. My alleged duty was to sit on top of a rickety tower and scare the birds with a shotgun. To look the part I would often wear my poetry coat. ~~~My poetry coat had humble beginnings as a navy blue overcoat in the Salvation Army. I tie dye bleached it and inscribed poems in the faded blotches. The poems were kept on the inside, it being a time when I still had some modesty and occasionally opened up to bare my soul. ~~~Sometimes I would employ the poetry coat as my phantom surrogate. Using a water cooler in place of my head, I would put a straw hat on it, and place it where the railing converged. Then I'd prop up a crate and drape my coat with the shotgun holding the arms on the railing, thereby creating the illusion of being on the job. ~~~The only difference between an actual scarecrow and a human scarecrow is the human element. By removing the human element I was able to come down to earth and do nefarious things, such as sneak up on my friend Michael in his nearby tower. ~~~During the evening when flocks of starlings flew high overhead some of the young charges would blast their way through high heaven. Of course we were supposed to just scare the birds and not kill them. Nothing in the job description, however, specifically stated that we shouldn't perforate our fellow workers. ~~~So it was with quiet abandon that I made my usual climb up Michael's tower. The towers had a tendency to sway when mounted, so it was difficult to ascend in a stealthy manner. Approaching the last few rungs I heard a volley of shots. Michael peered over the edge. "Now Stefan," he said, "I knew you were up to something when I saw that crow land on your hat." ~~~Upon returning to my tower I was shocked to see what had happened in my absence. My beloved poetry coat had been shot full of holes. I opened the walking anthology, and saw how a fine spray had decimated my precious lyrics. Looking through the holes I came to the sad realization that there were words missing from some of my poems. And that was the first time it occurred to me that I should edit my work. ~~~© 1997 Stefan des Lauriers

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 12/1/2005
Band Website: musickingdom.com/
Band Members: THE IDEA OF MOUNTAINSOne of the themes I play around with is the idea of mountains fading in the distance, becoming transparent and flying. I have done this through the use of Canada Geese which I have personally trained to fly in "V" formation. My goal is to encourage these majestic birds to spell my name across the sky. The most difficult letter of course is "S" because you have to get two flocks to fly in opposite directions on a near collision course.RETURNING TO THE SCENE OF THE CLIMBI stepped out the back door one morning and saw the light that had not yet graced the earth glowing in the wings of geese. I thought; "The least I can do is rise with the geese."This is about returning to the scene of the climb. "When I could climb the mountain I didn't—now that I can't I'm gonna." "I heard the cries that came from below." Were the cries from within me, or from people who were just down in the valley?I once heard the saying: 'A friend is like a mountain seen best from far away.' Then I happened on a poster of a peak with the caption: ''It's not the mountain that's stopping you; It's the pebble in your shoe.' So I shook out the pebble and headed for the blue.In the clear cold air of reality the mountain seems closer than it actually is. Close to the foothills you realize what the summit stands for. You see the mountain for the transparent thing it is—And everything it isn't.After you've reached the peak you have to challenge your personal best. "I don't think I'll ever rest until I've reached my Everest." I'm not putting a human face on an impossible dream; I'm putting a Godly face on a possible dream.
Influences:A long time ago I was on the incline And everything above The clouds was mine With the summit in sight A few steps to go I heard the cries That came from belowI think I'm gonna make it I'm gonna make it Up to you I've made it To the mountain This time I'll see it throughStayed in the valley Put off the climb Mountain remained In back of my mind The valley grew quiet As time slipped away Kept telling myself I'll make it some dayMy dreams are filled With rocks and snow Triumphant air is thin You go as high As you can go And then Your climb beginsI'm gonna make it I've crossed the abyss What is this mountain Does it really exist The impossible pile Of rocks that I face Is just an old friend I forgot to embrace© 1995 Stefan des Lauriers
Sounds Like: If you want to hear what Stefan sounds like Click here to listen to his music at Wal*Mart There are two CD's at CDbaby which can be ordered online. The first one is "Carousel Wind' which is Chris Alan singing Stefan's songs http://cdbaby.com/cd/chrisandstefan [the band link will also get you there.] The second is "Time of Wonder," a childrens/family CD http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/lauriers with just Stefan singing.

Carousel Wind at iTunes

Time of Wonder at iTunes



Record Label: Music Kingdom
Type of Label: None

My Blog

Cardboard Spaceships

Back in 1957 when I was four years old I felt bad that Canada was lagging behind the Soviet Union in the space race and wanted to do my part. So I named our cat Sputnik and went on adventures orbiting...
Posted by CAROUSEL WIND on Wed, 15 Feb 2006 03:48:00 PST

The Magic Telescope, Sign of Hope and Beyond Our Galaxy

THE MAGIC TELESCOPEIt so happened in the mid-Sixties when "Esso" was having the "Put a Tiger in your Tank" campaign and would stuff a tiger tail in your gas-cap when you pulled in for a fill up. It wa...
Posted by CAROUSEL WIND on Mon, 08 May 2006 08:13:00 PST

A Few Engulphing Facts About Stefan des Lauriers

Actual facts engulfing Stefan des Lauriers, the self-proclaimed musician and raconteur remain spotty at best. Abandoned on the doorstep of a mystical lumberjack commune with a rusty harmonica, the art...
Posted by CAROUSEL WIND on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 07:10:00 PST

One Too Many Rungs and Other Hilarious Circus Songs

ONE TOO MANY RUNGS I might have been the jugglerWho left things up in the airI might have flown from my trapezeAnd found nobody's thereI might have been the tight rope guyWhose slip was FreudianBut I ...
Posted by CAROUSEL WIND on Wed, 10 May 2006 07:54:00 PST

Like the light of an Ancient Star that Reaches us Today

When I was in High school one of the first songs I wrote was about Jesus. It was called One Son. There was a man who died to save your soul, Look to the heavens and pray, The light a star sent out lon...
Posted by CAROUSEL WIND on Thu, 04 May 2006 08:23:00 PST

Soft Shoe and Sweeping the Fog Away

SOFT SHOEWhen I was so youngAround thirty twoThe times were so toughAnd we had to make doI always pulled throughWith a little soft shoeA bench for a bedAll drenched in dewMy only coverWas yesterday's ...
Posted by CAROUSEL WIND on Mon, 24 Apr 2006 06:45:00 PST

The Yodeling Frog (And Other Atrocities)

YODELING FROGOnce upon a wondrous timeWhen all good frogs were blessedWith wit in rhymesThere lived one frog that I dare sayWas bound to yodelAt every hop of the wayAnd so this frog was slimbedFor yod...
Posted by CAROUSEL WIND on Mon, 03 Apr 2006 06:37:00 PST

Complete Lyrics to the CD Carousel Wind (16 songs)

1 CAROUSEL WIND 3:59 Chris Alan - lead vocals, piano; Ken Whiteley - acoustic guitar, bass At the Garden State Plaza There's wonder to spare By the grand old Venetian Carousel in the square ...
Posted by CAROUSEL WIND on Wed, 15 Feb 2006 07:14:00 PST

Soliloquy of a Worm in a Candy Apple

[Note: This thinly disguised allegory of an artist on the verge of subjecting the world to his art is not based on scientific fact. The protagonist of this fable, and the suicidal worm in the ensuing ...
Posted by CAROUSEL WIND on Tue, 14 Feb 2006 09:38:00 PST

Returning to the Scene of the Climb

THE IDEA OF MOUNTAINS One of the themes I play around with is the idea of mountains fading in the distance, becoming transparent and flying. I have done this through the use of Canada Geese which I...
Posted by CAROUSEL WIND on Sun, 12 Feb 2006 06:50:00 PST