Brilliant song, singing and playing really well! I can feel shades of Holy Modal Rounders as much as Bukka White here.

‘Laura’ is a song inspired by another song I wrote as a Jim Morrison obsessed teenager about his school friend, Laura, with whom I walked home from school. Entitled ‘Ship in the Night’, the original song has Laura cast as Thor’s mistress as she battles overcome the heartache and misery she is suffering. ‘Laura’ is me wondering, years later, whether she was ever able to escape the “dark angels” that hounded her during her salad days and find the happiness and love she craved.

‘Laura’ is backed with ‘Sunny Apocalypse’, a quirky reflection on the early part of the Covid pandemic in the form of a disaster movie dream in which Burton and co-star Holliday Grainger find themselves dodging ‘giant globs of Covid raining from the sky’.
credits
releases October 22, 2021

RockCounsellor is:
Thoby Burton: Vocals, Guitar, Keys;
in collaboration with:
Richard Campbell: Guitar, Bass, Drums, Keys.

All songs written by Thoby Burton
All songs arranged by Thoby Burton and Richard Campbell
Engineered and mixed by Richard Campbell
Recorded at Orpheus Studio, London, 2020/21
Mastered by Nick Watson at Fluid Mastering
Produced by Richard Campbell and Thoby Burton
Graphic Design by Thoby Burton


℗ 2021 Blue Porcelain
© 2021 Thomas 'Thoby' Burton

Laura

Laura by RockCounsellor

Janine Levinson: Voice, lyrics, vocal melody and harmony https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson

Jonathan Beckenstein: Initial music and all instruments

photo: David Levinson

I woke up kinda late
Brushed the dust off my fedora
Justice, she can never wait
Roll out of bed and shuffle through the door
Even secret agents get the blues

Another day, another dance
Another man to figure out
Coincidence or happenstance?
A criminal? A gadabout?
Even secret agents get the blues
Thinking of you

You did the crime
You do the time

Sorrow, it’s my favorite meal
Eat it up with eggs and coffee
Pictures in the big murder book
Of cold hard evidence you brought me

Even secret agents get the blues
Even secret agents get the blues

Even Secret Agents Get The Blues (with Janine Levinson)

Painting: Animal Fates (the trees showed their rings, the animals their veins) [1913] by Franz Marc. Original from the Kunstmuseum Basel Museum.

Overly Confident Thousandaire

STONERJAZZ - Vox & Lyrics https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679/song-0011wav
https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679/song-0011wav
MOSNAR DET - Remixing, Drum Programming, Bass Guitar
Special thanks to STONERJAZZ for offering up the great open collab! check out his stuff.

STONERJAZZ - Hawk Caught A Rabbit (Open Collab)

Roughly played DEMO coming from somewhere in 2011.
Tape: TDK Ferric 60 (1997 - 2001) - Dolby B.

ENDING CREDITS Proposal (Cassette Tape DEMO - Circa 2011)

This version of the Cuckoo was recorded and performed as part of my IG live stream in late October 2020. I've been working on this song since about 2018, and this is the penultimate draft of my 2020 lyric version. I constructed this variation of the tune on instrumental John Fahey's "Variations On The CooCoo" and studied Clarence Ashley's folk performance of the work. The Taylor 352ce 12 string guitar used for the track was tuned to DADGAD down a minor third. 

iWishing y'all have a great summer, and always listen for the cuckoo's call!

The cuckoo is a crazy bird and he twitters as he flies.
The cuckoo always cries “Coup! Coup!” Even on the 4th day of July.
The cuckoo is a crazy bird and he warbles as he lies,
With pink eyes, corona plumage, and a lemon crest swirling high

He’s built high nests in Lido; he swings by the isle of Skye.
I’ll bet you all your “Proud Boys” he’ll drain Dubai dry.
He covets tender lillies and pins them in fear,
He suck out their eggs to keep his antibodies clear!

O, Don of diamonds! O, King of clubs! I surmise you from texts of old.
You’ve torn asunder this once Great land many a friend became foe.
So I’m gonna to grow me a hemp farm on a mountain so high
So when ole Willie comes calling, that red haired stranger won’t smoke me dry!

The doctors spinning test tubes developing vaccines
Can’t help but hear the cuckoo song the Fox doth sing.
We’re masking and zooming, and gasping for breath
& That mother’s treating Air Force One like it’s his private jet.

Showers make his corona golden
like Nostradamus seen fortolden
The end of mankind unfolding
Unless we all franchise embolden!

“Coup! Coup!” “Coup! Coup!”

The cuckoo is a crazy bird and he Twitters as he flies.
The cuckoo always cries “Coup! Coup!” until the end of election night.
The cuckoo is a crazy bird and he warbles as he lies,
With pink eyes, corona plumage, and a lemon crest swirling high.

Electing is pleasure, impeachment is grief.
An inconstant lover is worse than a cheat
A tax cheat can but rob you, taking all you’ve got;
An imprudent leader can bury us'll on the spot.

In the haze of Wuhan China, they cleared the forest paved the creeks
The wild beings sought refuge in the markets of the streets
The workers packed in concrete barracks like sardines a crushed tin box
In these inhumane conditions it’s a wonder they didn’t die of pox
When they get their day of hard earned leisure they wander the smoggy streets
Seeking simple pleasures and the tastes of exotic meats
The caged beast shivers with disease & the capitalist he sneers
Unwittingly it shed a molecule clad all in spears.

The doctors spinning test tubes developing vaccines
Can’t help but hear the cuckoo song the Fox doth sing.
Masking and zooming, and gasping for breath
While this mother’s leaving Mar-A-Lago in his private jet!

Showers make his corona golden
like Nostradamus seen fortolden
The end of mankind unfolding
Unless we all franchise embolden!

“Coup! Coup!” “Coup! Coup!”

Aho!

The Cuckoo Variations

The Cuckoo

Wintertime Reverie

Overdubbed piano and synth improvisation-meditation

Simpler Motion

Dred Fouglas: Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Lyrics
Hatman: Drums, Keys, Vocals, Lyrics
Jayman: Spoken Word Vocals, Scream Vocals



Lyrics:

Eyes burned from the sun 
Knee deep in the mud
and god in tune
The piss on my grave
The flood on my face
All brand new
And it will erase
all of my mistakes,
born anew
Will I get my legs?
Will I get my eyes or will you?

Drowning in all of this
spit that's on my grave
Coming up for air with a gun to my head

A resurrected waste
See my rotting face
and know I’m doom
I claw at the earth,
wrapped in afterbirth
and nightmare wounds

Drowning in all of this
spit that's on my grave
Coming up for air with a gun to my head
You can’t kill what’s dead
on you’re day of reckoning
Coming up for air and all you do is pray

Drowning in all of this
spit that's on my grave
Coming up for air with a gun to my head
You can’t kill what’s dead
on you’re day of reckoning
Coming up for air and all you do is pray
Coming up for air and all you do is pray
Coming up for air and all you do is pray
Spit on my grave
Spit on my grave

Spit On My Grave

Mothers little chunp

Crowyote was born in the Phobos reincarnation-processing center when the two-brained Merkahbian scientist, Ya'kub Ch'an Ka'wil, decided to fuse the thetans of a spirit coyote and a spirit raven into one nagual. Ever circulating counter-clockwise, the heyokic Crowyote has tunneled a unique path though this crusty experience called life exploring different avenues of expression and finding music the most pure. At present the Countess Badeniana (Vo-96 Acoustic Synthesizer) is his partner in musical creation. 
He summons and calls upon the creators and diviners of the past imbuing their with an etheric echo of their intention, as well as aligning unusual emanations from parallel tesseract'd paradigms to attempt birthing new sounds into our auric perception.

Please check out the finished versions of my work on my bandcamp page: https://crowyote.bandcamp.com/

Repost, Share and Comment if you like. Please message with earnest questions or thoughts. Also . . . Unfortunately, I have reached my follower limit (2,001?). If I find a way of following you consider yourself lucky, that means I had to take the time and go through the people I follow and remove one's that aren't worthy. If I don't follow you, be patient I'm just fed up with these arbitrary limits, thresholds and tiers . . . $6 is a lot to drop on a website which doesn't provide much in return. So for now, likes, reposts and comment mean a great deal more to me than follows, and I consider that the same the other way . . . want me to pay attention? listen, comment, repost.

Thanks.

The Cuckoo

Crowyote

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