Non-Fiction
Coming soon…
The story behind my song “Laughingson”…
Laughinson
Shawn Taylor (© 2001)
Laughingson’s laughing in the corner
while the radio plays
bad trips are swamping his head
stares his eyes are blank…
The green wagon’s getting closer
the only one kind enough to stop and give us a ride
and the driver’s getting toasted
barefoot to the cold, putting down the wine
a crazy man brought us to town today
screaming first ascent of the White Wolf
and hanging from the rail
staring down Dustin in the dark of night
and the shock of his tourtured face
at the break of morning light
Laughingson’s laughing in the corner
while the radio plays
bad trips are swamping his head
stares, his eyes are blank…
And if you had the chance to test me, he said,
would you care to come along for the ride?
Any last words you care to confess to me, he said,
’cause I’ll be back in the middle of the night.
A crazy man brought us to town today
screaming first ascent of the White Wolf
and hanging from the rail
seemed like such an oppourtune time to make it on our way
as our strange new firend seems to have gone a little crazy
Laughingson’s laughing in the corner
while the radio plays
bad trips are swamping his head
stares, his eyes are blank
oh… Laughinson where are you at?
That was a bit different then I would have expected after reading your other stories but I can see this as one’s only hope of getting to where they need to be. Life’s journey is a difficult and takes us places we sometimes do not want to be. It gives us a sense that someone special and powerful is watching over us each step that we take. Perhaps Laughingson’s laughter wasn’t so crazy as it might seem but a way to cover some hurts and pains that most care not to see. For one to chose to take a chance was something he’d never had.
Now I’ve left you with a mystery of words but it’s what comes to my mind. Though no professional teaching or classes in college for writing, the talent is one given to me so very long ago.