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Kiedy pękną cyklopowe mury

I słońce zawiśnie nad pustą ziemią

Nie będzie ludzi którzy płaczą

Ani tych którzy się śmieją

Metaliczny pobłysk maszyn

Jeszcze chwilę pozostanie na niebie

Lecz wkrótce spadnie na dół

Wieczny pył zasnuje sklepienie

Horyzonty upadną w nicość,

Bieguny zamienią się miejscami

Pozostaną ostatnie ruiny

Które kiedyś były snami

Kiedy księgi rozpadną się w pył

Gmachy runą i przysypie je ziemia

Tylko ci którzy przetrwali

Będą mieli coś do powiedzenia

Pamiętają Złoty Wiek

I wszystkie cuda umysłu

Pamiętają jeszcze żywe słońce

Które teraz nieruchomo zawisło

To co dla mnie jest sekundą

Dla nich wiekiem zdaje się

To tylko zatrzymana klatka

Niedługo obraz poruszy się

Uruchomię maszynerię niebios

A wszystko odżyje jak Feniks

Jego pióra kryje złoty atrament

Przed ogrodem stoi wieczny obelisk

Odbudowiciel

26 tysięcy lat

Widoki które zmieniają nasz świat

Pełen cykl u świtu bram

O zachodzie wędruję sam

Liczę gwiazdy, mierzę ziemię

Niosę światło dla nowych plemion

Zbudowałem lwa i Pas Oriona

Matka Wszechrzeczy jest zaspokojona

Eony w przód, eony w tył

Zmierzam poprzez gwiezdny pył

Obrót koła początek i kres

Kres jest początkiem i on końcem jest

Słońce wschodzi tam gdzie zaszło

A zachodzi tam gdzie wzeszło

Widziałem wschód i zachód Oriona

A całe pokolenia odeszły

"Millions of Gods"

No fake gods
Millions of gods
Eyes on the screen
Triangle gods
All-seeing gods
Millions of gods
In every corner of us

They watch us
They watch every step
Wait for disease
That one god will send

Carefully watched
I'm not paranoid
I know there's someone after me
Cause someones know
They know what I will be
Will I ever die?

Will I ever die?
Will I ever die?
Will I ever die?
Will I ever die?

People C’mon, Wherever You May Roam

C’mon people, people c’mon
Walk with me together
Into things unknown
Into tribal sunrise hanging high above
Valleys of your wisdom
Mountains of your love
C’mon people, I need you on this trip
Throw away your watches
Time ain’t yours to keep
We’ll be drifting higher
Than primeval birds
We’ll be diving deeper
Than any ancient beast

C’mon people, people c’mon
Into whispering meadows
Unexplored and cold
Make them warm with sunshine
Make their grass your home
Walk forever glowing with the light of dawn
C’mon people, everyone of you
Sing your songs of freedom
Write your books of truth
Ain’t no use in waiting
Only action saves us
Who will be there standing
After death’s hand grabs us

C’mon people, people c’mon
Naked in the starlight, dancing on and on
Into summer pastures
Filled with golden thrones
Of a spotless space child, sitting ruling wise
What’s below the mountains, what’s above the sky
C’mon people, bring your planet back
Up to bright horizons
When the dark sky cracks
New dawn reaches out now
For our infant heads
We were born tomorrow
We will live today

C’mon people, people c’mon
To the astral light hovering upon
Sunrise and the sunset, cycles of the world
Things we named and counted, things that made us grow
From a shelf of shadow to the super star
Melting war and chaos into love and art
C’mon people, people c’mon
Don’t be worried, hurried
By the swinging sword
Of our fathers’ masters
We have overthrown
Ride the wind of changes
Ride it on and on

C’mon people, people c’mon
Look for radiant valleys in the eyes of love
And whoever loves us, and whoever dreams
On angelic bikes, on translucent wings
Pain is not a feeling, pleasure ain’t a bliss
Once you kiss your Eden in its swollen lips
C’mon people, people c’mon
Walking sad and blinded
Through automatic shores
Like a ghost of knowledge
Cosmic axis spins
Balances the madness
Most of us live in

C’mon people, people c’mon
Leave the dirty city, shake of all that smog
Run through wondrous forests in majestic spring
Don’t it make you thankful for the words you sing
To the primal railroad riding high on steam
From a fertile mountain to your spirit’s stream
C’mon people, people c’mon
All we need are singers
For the same old song
How the west was conquered
How the sunlight played
Over clean acoustic
Towns and villages

The Exit

Who bought the cross, who sold the law

Who wrote the book, who let us go

Who gave a promise, who built a wall

Who came in peace, who came unsure

Who was the first here

Who’ll be the last

Who came in war

Who came in jazz

Who’ll see the exit

See the end

Who made the bricks, who built the well

Who stoned the church, came up with hell

Who was the drifter, what was the trip

Who came too far, who went too deep

Who was the junkie

Who played the drug

Where will it take us

When will it stop

Who’ll see the exit

The suffering lot

Who turned the page, who took the load

Who died for love, who was never born

Who took the gaspipe, who took the rope

Who questioned yes to answer no

Who was the sailor

On which fake boat

Who ran for faith

Came up with gold

Who’ll see the exit

The end alone

A.J. Kaufmann - "Patricia (Gypsy Caravan Rollin')"

Patricia (Gypsy Caravan Rollin')

I met her in autumn
Though I’ve seen her before
In one kind of life or another
I believe she’s my twin
Though we don’t know it by now
And she still judges a book by its cover
So please have a look
As I’m standing before you
And I’m begging of you for an audition
In dreams I’ve heard voices
Of many-a-gal
But they all whispered one name – Patricia

I fell for her quickly
Till winter grew on
Then I thought that she might not be willing
But one look in those eyes
Those reflections of sky
With the diamond-stars shining bright and no ceilings
So don’t turn away
As I’m trying to know you
I believe in my heart’s intuition
And it tells me since autumn, keeps telling me now
There’s just one gal for you – Patricia

Like a stoned Gypsy wanderer
I follow her roads
And I follow some light that I hope guides me
And the gods of the old times
At the gates of Babylon
Tell me, son of ours, follow her, cause now you’re blinded
So don’t lay your head
Where the killings are done
On your soul winged from the start of your wishes
Just walk out of this and leave all that’s his
Come here where’s your place – Patricia

And the caravan stood still
As the bard he did play
On his strings for the same unchanging goddess
Thru ages of stars and thru faces so different
Just one and only spirit wanders
And it crosses those borders
So many-a-time
And it howls in the wind, ruins cities
Like a blossoming thunder, and tombstones not plundered
And stories of old do repeat – Patricia

"Galactic Wish"

Galactic Wish

I would like to taste a kingdom deep
A fruit so sweet
I would like to land on planets new
Of endless views
I would like to steer my life away
From pain and hate
Bathe in Krishna dew that falls anew
With brilliant days

I would like to spring a forest calm
Like Milky Way
Thousand leaves that fall like words
Of courage for the brave
Bathe in solar winds of fury
Glistening above
Like the one who strokes the sun
With universal love

"Nymph Of The Blue" (Experimental Mix) - with MAJA OKAMGNIENIE

Adam Majdecki-Janicki - voice, electric guitar, bass guitar, lyrics.
Maja Okamgnienie - synthesizer.

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Maja plays synth in Psychedelic Mayhem. We met today to jam and talk on some artists like White Noise, Popol Vuh, Yuri Morozov, Silver Apples, Daphne Oram... and out of our two worlds meeting in the axis this song was born. Enjoy.

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Now let me tell you a story
That happened long ago
One lazy Sunday evening
When I went to play the show
The mood was just thrilling
The band played more than well
And then a weird thing happened
The one I wanna tell

In the middle of the song
I looked down on you
And suddenly you dissolved
Into a nymph of the blue
So I stopped my playing
Flew down from the scene
To embrace the most gentle and
Charming superior being

Fly away with you
The nymph of the blue
Hit the roof, never mind
Somewhere high our bliss we’ll find

LSD
You and me
LSD
You are me
Lysergic, lysergic, making love to you
Lysergic, lysergic, kaleidoscopic view
Lysergic, lysergic, strobe and negative
Colors uprightly hissing in my ears

In the middle of the song
My band looked at me
And they thought I’m going mad
But I shook in ecstasy
Why you stopped your playing?
Who’s that girl with you?
Well, dear boys, please let me bring in
The nymph of the blue

Lysergic, lysergic, who you are but time
Lysergic, lysergic, the hourglass stops rhyme
Lysergic, lysergic, shaking melting ground
Colors uprightly please stop that mocking sound

"Pretty Annie" (2010).

Poor like a sailor
Hungry like a ghost
Leaving all the places
I had to love the most
Sweetening the sickness
Wherever it may be
Seeing pretty Annie
Coming back to me

I’ve seen it all
Along the road
I’ve been thru everything
To get her soul
And now I’m stoned
On her affairs
Read all about it
I’ve met here where
The sun is bare
Like pilgrim bones
I’ve seen it all
Along the road
Pretty Annie, I want my gold

Can’t get lower
Guess this is how I end
Back on junkie alleys
Home sweet ole trash
Playing my routines
Older than the world
Seeing pretty Annie
When it’s getting cold

I’ve seen it all
Along the road
I’ve been thru everything
Golden shot swirl
And now I’m dead
To papers low
Sold all my guitars
Quit the midnight show
The moon’s a wreck
And so am I
I’ve seen it all
Old lovers die
Pretty Annie, fix my tie

"Suicide City" (2010).

I opened my veins
And the city fell out of them
Block by block it went rolling
Touching my hands
Star after star it went crashing
Pinned to the stairs
Opening in giant wings
Smog and storm filled air

I’ve seen it rising, being born
Don’t know how to call
This suicide of creation
Exploding red walls
Out of my blood and ash
Of the evening sky
Another city was built
Another tiny man died

Bricks of life took form
In sands of dark dunes
Rolls of film filled the streets
With nocturnal perfume
Center found its way
Thru ladders of grass
Dripping down with the sunset
Cutting the rest

Adam Majdecki-Janicki - "End of a London Night" Calvert Avenue Demos 2019

Her Vast Dominion (2007).

Behind the dim green ocean
Fluttering, waving, mark her reign
Behind the hours of the morning
Walk her around in heavy rain
The curse, the cure, and all you can perceive
Hers, his, the kingdom is ours to share

And I’ll always run
Through her vast dominion
And I’ll always run
Through her vast dominion
Shine

A love that opens the spaces
Where pale horses run
Through fields, flat and endless
Through the forests, the mountains and the stars
The heights, to scale, the depths, to measure
What for? - Only the kingdom counts

And I’ll always run
Through her vast dominion
And I’ll always run
Through her vast dominion

The fortress in the ancient park
A scarce existence of matter
A structure of olden stones
Protecting the entrance to nowhere
The land, is hers, horizons, not there
Despair; in time it turned to bliss, too great
Eternal, endless, unspeakable, dim
And pure

PINK ELEPHANT MUSIC™

In December I have begun releasing a series of albums on the A.J. Kaufmann bandcamp under the common title "Pink Elephant Music". There are 2 volumes released as of today.

Here's Volume 1:


PINK ELEPHANT MUSIC is improvised music, psychedelic music, krautrock, and Polish punk - which blended together are exactly what they are - "pink elephant music". It is the music I feel in my soul, and want to share with you the feeling of creativity, joy, and fantasy. I always had it in me.

I was busy with PINK ELEPHANT MUSIC ever since I can remember, but the name was suggested to me in 2002 or 2003 by an older friend (don't remember his name), who listened to my tapes with Mateusz Nowicki and declined joining us telling me that "that's pink elephant music". He couldn't feel the vibe, and the vibe was really foreign then (and still is) to Poznań, Poland.

But, with the new album series I hope to make this sound more accessible to a wider variety of people, not only globally, but also locally. Maybe you'll dig the vibes and original ideas, which we had here in the Górczyn high rise since at least 2002, and I was already writing first songs in 1998. That's 25 years next year... I was 13 when I started writing songs, and I will be 38. Age is not even a number. My old friends no longer play Pink Elephant Music, but some people still do. In fact, we could form a nice band together were it not for fate which often messes with me and time. We always pass each other and say this and that, but when it comes to recording, I am most often left alone.



If you're curious, I guess the first outburst of this creative juice was listening to a Velvet Underground album at the age of 12, then Amon Duul II and Hawkwind age 15, and finally Manilla Ungol age 17. Also, Polish punk - especially Moskwa, Ewa Braun, Ścianka, Brygada Kryzys, Dezerter, Kabanos etc etc etc... everywhere in between those ages. Mateusz Nowicki and his bass and organ and voice were helpful in 2002, and Kacper Wojaczek and his keyboard and voice in 2012. 

Keith Hadad of Record Crates United recently interviewed me about the beginnings (and other things, too!) but if he was to ask me about PINK ELEPHANT MUSIC, he'd get (almost) completely different answers. Everything is relative and space is endless, and I strongly believe one man has more than one story to tell. But, for 2023, I will only have 2 stories. One of them will be the album "Bard's Woman in the Cool of the Summer Breeze" and the other PINK ELEPHANT MUSIC. I'm not sure how many volumes will be there, but I have 5 prepared. Volume 3 and 4 will be definitely coming this year. The rest of the updates in 2023. Stay tuna.

Tikal

At the dawn of time, cyclopean walls
Snake columns of fire
Feather god, ocean side, 12000 years
Stars regressing, stars conspire
Tikal – the heart of sun
Tikal – the sun empire

At the dawn of time, mists on ancient highways
Power plants and cities of our dreams
Heavy dragons headed horizon
Leather demons, sunken beasts
Tikal – the heart of sun
Tikal – the never ending feast

At the dawn of time, architects in spirals
Arabesques of the ancient skies
Utopias rebuilt inside a second
Endless roads to Venus and to Mars
Tikal – the heart of sun
Tikal – the buzzing god of flies

At the dawn of time, rebuilding galaxies
Earthworks of the primal universe
High rise blocks at the nest of this world
Urban jungles like a cancerous cell
Tikal – the heart of sun
Tikal – the vision well

At the dawn of time, sermons of chrome
Wheels of peace in turn
Darkest culture, secret rites, 12000 years
Earth must fall, stars must burn
Tikal – the heart of sun
Tikal – now in mighty ruin

At the dawn of time, cultures rise and fall
Rivers carrying the news
The jaguar must bathe in his own blood
The monkey attached to her views
Tikal – the heart of sun
Tikal – forever white and blue

Old Maid of the Mountain

Sentenced like a thief
For another week
Find another reason
Mountain tops so meek

Failures into gifts
Cheers Arabian nights
Here Victoria waits
Round Victoria Park

Here, she has her vest
Like an hourglass
At Victoria Park
Memories ever last

Here, you stand alone
Winds of time do blow
Here, seclusion sisters
There, a TV show

Sentence like a prayer
Mountain tops today
Saints of bop do practice
Dull orchestras play

Failures into speech
Fountains into beach
Build a Central Park
Let us into reach

Seventh sense of taste
Nine corrosive gates
Old into the night
New into the day

At Fontanepromenade (2009)

At Fontanepromenade there is sunlight all the time
There’s this will to be weird, there’s this sentimental line
Sky Saxon on the radio, hippie boats on Spree
Freak flags flying high, there’s this will to be free
And to dive and to float and to be
In the universal eye of fantasy

At Fontanepromenade there is Marilyn in the nude
There are seven colored bottles, there’s a pusher in my tube
Lava lamp is glowing, vinyl’s spinning fast
A pirate retransmission drawn directly from the past
In her love in her song in her hips
There’s the universal truth of city kids

At Fontanepromenade there is magic of the spheres
There is Crowley at the shelf, there’s Blavatsky in the wings
There’s a TV show from Saturn, an interview with death
Zeppelins in Bohemia like a dragon on my back
Flying low catching up leaving Earth
In the universal eye of neverwere

At Fontanepromenade there’s a devil in my shoes
Devastating all the neons saying “Woman I Love You”
He’s got tired of the parks, all the parks they put him down
With their cans of beer a plenty, with the scent of bubblegum
In his mouth in his ears in his hands
Lies the universal truth of nowhere man

At Fontanepromenade there are mirrors on the floor
There’s a bathroom full of glue, there’s dementia up the walls
I’ve been cut eleven times by all these mirrors cracking up
Then I’ve took the elevator to the bottom of your cup
In the fuzz in the bliss in the pines
In the universal eye of Father Time

At Fontanepromenade the whole universe’s on fire
There’s a galaxy of thieves, constellations of desire
Pictures of Christine, her typewriter’s unaware
Rewrite Arabic poems, there’s this need to miscompare
And to rest and to sleep and to hide
In the secret depths of universal eye

At Fontanepromenade there’s a circus and a zoo
There are twenty-seven whores and they all are much like you
There’s Yahowa 13 on the melting TV screen
There are Stooges in the cupboard and I’m feeling pretty mean
While you dance and you turn and you swirl
In the universal truth of a girl

Razem (Polish lyrics, 2002).

Wyszedłem bardzo wcześnie
Wyszedłem skoro świt
Słońce głaskało mnie po twarzy
A ludzie dookoła
Tylko śmiali się
Czekając aż to słońce mnie sparzy
Lecz zawiedli bardzo się
I odeszli tak daleko
Bo im po prostu nie wolno marzyć
Wrócili do swych biur
Wrócili do swych szkół
A ja stoję i czekam co się zdarzy

Położyłem się na trawie
I spojrzałem w niebo
A przy mnie leżałaś już Ty
Spojrzałem w Twoje oczy
Lecz byłaś tak daleko
Realne stawały się Twoje sny
Zrobiłem to co Ty
Powoli odpłynąłem
Gdy ludzie wieszali na nas psy
Jesteśmy Razem!

SLAVIA NOVA - Audio + Lyrics

I call her Slavia Nova, her face is cut in gold
We dance on future meadows when summer stars are cold
My little Slavia Nova, the future of this race
Bright white dawn on the highway, last moon comes down in lace

She guides the weary traveler, she shows the tramp his way
At daybreak birds are crashing into her rising brain
And everything is grooving, her rhythm fills the world
And so our globe’s her plaything and so the futures toll

I take her to my garden where everything is new
She shows me landing spaceships, I recognize the crew
The ones who came before us returned to take us home
Back to the primal garden where human seed has grown

Mean Machine (2000).

Take a look at the sky
You see a machine
Take a look back at the ground
You see a machine
Take a look into space
You see a machine
Then take a look at me
And every human being

Do you see a machine?

Take a look underground
At the coil and oil machines
Take a look at the sea
The machines have chosen him
They've chosen the right one
The mindless and the weak
They've chosen the bad one
Why have they chosen me?

I'm not worth your heaven
I'm an atheist
I'm not worth your sermons
You don't have to preach

I'm not going to worship you
Worship you
All over this universe
Machines machines machines

YOUR EXISTENCE IS REVOLT - Audio + Lyrics

I was born in a prison cell
No bigger than a Buddha smile
Picked my education well
Though my brain was wasted on the line
As I died to the world below
I was resurrected above
I started drifting with the silent seas
Stoned on the light of love

That's how it is, my friend
That's how it is
Your existence is revolt
Your revolt is peace

I was thrown to this vacant world
Like a bag of unused ideas
I got drawn on the chalkboard of time
Like a deadly disease
I had no friends on this side of the town
Like a ghetto, like a fallen leaf
Nobody told me where to go next
So I got bloody on my knees

That's how it is, my friend
That's how it is
Your existence is revolt
Your revolt is peace

Vacuum shadows veiled my eyes
Driftwood bones they blocked my soul
I got buried in the sands of life
It's an endless corridor
Where space collects and emits the views
And you are photographing void
With your camera sequenced echo
With your hippie acid dose

That's how it is, my friend
That's how it is
Your existence is revolt
Your revolt is peace

Międzynarodowy Transport Zmarłych (2008)

Człowiek jak mebel, szafka, krzesło
Nocny stolik
Jak żyrandol, karafka, zapałki
Jak pistolet
Widzę tylko białe, brudne prześcieradła
Białe, prominentne ich wachlarze
Okruchy zdarzeń, spóźnione twarze
Człowiek jak mebel tu
Za każdym pieprzonym razem
Z każdym prominentnym okazem
Zgodnie z zarzutem
Zgodnie z nakazem

Pędzi dalej czarna biała karawana
Już numery przydzielone, garnitury już kupione
Żeby szafka, krzesło, kredens, nocny stolik
Poszły wreszcie spać
Poszły wreszcie spać
Zgodnie z zasadą
Zgodnie z nakazem
Jako siostra cudowna snu każe

Samobójczych już nie trzeba konstruować maszyn
Społeczeństwo wystarczy, dość jest skuteczne
Człowiek jak mebel tu, czy nawet
Jak mebel, a w meblu powietrze
Widzę tylko długie, zimne, srebrne stoły
Skalpelem rysowane na szkle
Białe, prominentne ich wachlarze
Okruchy zdarzeń, spóźnione twarze
I nie chcę jechać, nie
Nie chcę jechać, nie
Tak, wiem, że wołają mnie
Tak, słyszę jak wołają mnie

Zgodnie z przeznaczeniem, gotowy do użytku
Ostatni żywy mknie
Mknie
Mknie
Mknie