Perry Brooks Nichols's video: The Cuckoo - 12 string Guitar - Folk Traditional - Original Lyrics - DADGAD Guitar

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. You're welcome to support my creative efforts here: https://crowyote.bandcamp.com/album/the-cuckoo-variations iWishing ya'll 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!