Echo of the Cuckoo

fluttering cuckoo sparkling, interweaving is rich and rhythm rumbles, pathos melifluous to grab the  monochrome ear -   Return of Charango. 

A shower of birds – a cloud of cuckoos – larks a-muzzy on a summer’s night –

Druidic starlings swirl, nature’s glory –

Nettles, hedgerows, brambles,  under ivy old customs slumber – Saxon, Kelt, Belgae, Dane and Windmill-Hill-Tilters ;  Iberian Megalithic Cultures;  Autochthonous scions of spontaneous consciousness   – under the hill they slumber – under the hedge they linger – numbered no longer amongst the living, still they linger and cling, biding – stirred by starling’s turbulence rippling down through the old air – Souls don’t die-                         

                                                      

Joni Mitchell – Clouds

Doc Watson – The Cuckoo

Holy Modal Rounders – The Cuckoo

Rambling Jack Elliot and Derrol Adams – The Cuckoo

Big Brother and The Holding Company – The Cuckoo

George Malcolm – The Cuckoo

Clock Shop

Voice of the Cuckoo

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Cloud Cuckoo – The Warmth Of Your Hand In Mine

We’re all gathered together here;  we’re all a fam’ly!  Let’s hear it for one of the most important Latino bands in Machynlleth…..  put your hands together, Brothers and Sisters -   Let’s have a warm hand for Cloud Cuckoo….

                                                    
                                                    

Cloud Cukoo – La Partida

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Joni Mitchel – Clouds

Hobart Smith -  Cukoo Bird

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clouds

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuckoo

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aristophanes

Download Free E-Book:  Aristophanes ‘The Birds’:

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NEW from Cloud Cuckoo, it’s ‘The Warmth Of Your Hand In Mine’…  available NOW in all Bay-area record shops… 

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Omida Ecou

An old legend tells of a dark lady who stood on a mountain-top and sang the World into being.  At the foot of the mountain raged the dragons of confusion.  Their breath was like a many-coloured river that wove and lapped and twined around the mountain, as rainbow-ribbons around the maypole.  The dragon’s colourful breath brought consternation to the World, ensnaring and entangling those who espied its chimeric vapours as ephemeral clouds of the morning.  These bewitching strands and skeins of accordion, fiddle and decorative filigreed arabesque masqueraded before the sky in the morning of the day, sinuously snaking and swirling around as zephyrs that do to dance upon the air.  But from above, from the mountain’s lofty and far-sighted peak stood a dark woman who was the voice of song.  She it was who sang the World and she it was whose incanting  primordial voice held the loops of scattered colour, sound and zephyr, shaping them to fit her song, her chanting monotone that now swoops, abandoning form and formality, now chants in dark oneness.   This was the voice from the Heart, from out of the trees, in early morning, driving away the mists of confusion, in the morning of the day, the day of the World, fresh, vibrant, viridian, dark, of power primal and autochthonous.  The voice from the mountain levels out all illusion.   Cate mute cate slute.

                                                 

Doina din Dolj – Maria Tanase

Check this one out:   “Cate Mute Cate Slute” – Maria Tanase:

http://www.virtualromania.org/music/maria/songs/04.%20Cate%20Mute,%20Cate%20Slute.mp3

Bartok Romanian Dances, arranged for string orchestra:

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Muzica Populara Romaneasca

Like a fabulous mechanical yurt-on-a-cart pulled by a hundred thousand gold-tipped elephants pullulating across the Carpathians it’s…..      Like a glittering, audacious, crackling speckled black crow of many colours, it’s……      Reminiscent of many and many a wonderful and splendid thynge, melting ice gleaming in the sun,  golden straws of autumn stooks, thatch, pitchforks hitched to a bullock-cart,  the Heart’s-blast of the Ages, the swooning, swooping, ululating, wobbling, tocking, galloping, clattering, syncopated, shuffling, ecstatic, Golden, dusky and cool sounds;  the sounds of the people of Romania… Muzica Polulara Romaneasca

Complete with lyrics, here is a generous collection of the songs of Maria Tanase, courtesy of Virtual Romania.  These  mp3’s are well-worth checking out.:

http://virtualromania.org/music/maria/

Maria Tanase - Tulnicul

 

 

Maria Tanase - Doina din Dolj

 

 

Maria Tanase – Agurida

 

Check this one out:  follow link for “Cate Mute Cate Slute” – Maria Tanase:

http://www.virtualromania.org/music/maria/songs/04.%20Cate%20Mute,%20Cate%20Slute.mp3

Maria Tanase - Pe deal pe la Cornatel

                                                                                                    

 

MARIAN SERBAN-FERARU  -  Bucharest  Sleigh

 

Marian Serban - "Il Re del Cymbalom"

Hora La Lucemi - Romanian Folk Music

Hora Boreasca

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Romica Puceanu - Deschide, gropare, mormantul!

Romica Puceanu - Toata lume-ar vrea sa mor

 

                                                                

Ileana Sărăroiu - Dar-ar naiba-n tine, dragoste (1977)

MARIA LATARETU - ,,Va las cantecele mele''

Ion Petre Stoican - Hora Lui Mihalea

 

 

Ion Petre Stoican - Hora lui Sile

 

 

Baladă haiducească - Ballad of outlawry

 

 

Gabi Lunca - Rapirea din Serai

 

 

 

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A large collection of music from many times and places:

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…and the echo of the song came back from the mountain… 

Myriad Universes Reflected In Flickering Light

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Myriad Phenomena Explode In Empty Universe!    

Ripples in aether-mercury  emanating from the alleys of continuum consciousness in unprecedented  time/matter/energy-configuration.   Situation stable as Universe appears to have always existed.    More on this story as events unreel.  

Terry Melcher – Tulsa County Blues

Candy Soundtrack Excerpt – The Byrds

Terry Melcher – Just a Season

The Byrds – Tulsa County

The Byrds – Just a Season

Ralph Stanley – Little Birdie

Maria Tanase – Lume lume

Maria Tanase – Doda doda

Maria Tanase – Ciuleandra

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{{{{{  Clarity of Perception – Source of Perception - 

A Forgotten Path

In the vignette the lady sipped from a crystal goblet, eighteenth century, whilst gazing through a lorgnette out of the gleaming bubble glass firelit candlelight glow to blazing logfyres among warm damask rococo imbroglios.  Swarming the beads of consciousness scientifically balance on the nose of the law.  Hey, tickling the nose of reality, once again.  This is the immutable ‘way of the particle’ which can but follow the tracks of the grand special cellular game.  Given aeons of rattling progression we reach to the age of the courtly dance, the periwigged real of quadrille quatroons on cantaloupe plattering coaches, at midnight, at the striking of the clock, at the charming of the cat, at the bat’s brittle screeching flight, under the moon, under the moon, in the trees, automatically, as wings aflap in the dark, as hooves of carriage-wheels clack, upon the highway of moon-scudding clouds rides the silk-emblazoned lorgnette-lady of the crystally-space real, a forgotten path, a street in the town where you used to live. “Must’a dreampt it!” he mutters, yet strangely a curious tangent feeling creeps up over him as the beams take effect and he’s transported back up to the other side -  experience of actual consciousness now, for you.  So saith the tall-collared figure  at the grande ball, the great tete-a-tete, the lace-figured, dapper & dandy dithering gathering of glimmering and beglittered aristos in archaic garb quaint.  The goblet in her hand threw back the scintilla of swirling honeyed honeydew honeycombed light of a golden - - Raising now upon the sunny banks of wakefulness bemused his glance falls upon the crabbed and gushing manuscript. {{{{{  Clarity of Perception |- entranced before daybreak’s feathery fingers of rose-golden white dawn will waft and droft and drift him up to the surface clear of the pond of slewth.   *  oh but nonsense said the Ambassador;  you cannot possibly think such a thing.  But he could.  ]]]]]  & the dripping of drips loudly outside in the quiet night of the street dripping and the house clicking the clock ticking house floor-beams creaking and clicking at night – torn up paper and semi-conscious ink transformations found accidentally on the radio of the future – these things you tell of, you vouchsafe to dream of, can never be- quoth the ambassador once again - energy of the universe  in his merry old eye! * So, under the alfluence of inkohol, old boys be’d a staggering and a swaying home along old old country roads of Ireland (stout) and France (ye wines) and the old life goes on – no electricity in them days of course – bla blab la - and ink so many -crystal-jewels-of--perfect-miniature--spinning-orbitals-back-to-the-scatter-mosaic-bee-beads - 

Bartok: 6 Romanian Dances

Bartok “From Island of Bali’ (Mikrokosmos)

Bartok plays ‘6 Dances in Bulgarian Rhythm (Mikrokosmos)

Louis Armstrong & his Hot Five;  Yes I’m In The Barrel

H.P.Lovecraft:  Mobius Trip

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 daybreak’s glimmering wakefulness…. 

Whippoorwill Wirlpool

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