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
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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...
Monday, October 3, 2022
Mean Machine (2000).
Sunday, October 2, 2022
YOUR EXISTENCE IS REVOLT - Audio + Lyrics
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
Kiss the Sun
Dreams opening now
Draw me where I belong
Bow and kiss the sun
Swastikas' taken too long
Tibet kisses my feet
It needs no mortal king
Europeans never had access
To hidden avatar dreams
And if it's taking too long
Someone should call a priest
Before I kiss the sun, sincere
Make sure I'm incomplete
Monday, September 26, 2022
Under Infinity / Pod Nieskończonością
Womb of lotus, camel’s eye, like a rocket
Guided into ocean
Speeded into lines of cracking vapor trails
Under infinity
Plays
Songs come crowding iron days
Glass horizon, glass decays
Too, in time, portrays
The dragons and the slave
Swords and secret stars
Blavatsky’s alchemy
All lie, all truth, all wisdom
My age is killing me
Under infinity
Lions dance in this house, bitter chalices
Grow in the fleshly fallen snow, excuse me
Freshly fallen snow
Go
***
Łono lotosu, wielbłądzie oko jak rakieta
Prowadzony do oceanu
Pędził w linie pękających smug oparów
Pod nieskończonością
Odtwarza
Piosenki przychodzą żelazne dni
Szklany horyzont, szkło rozpada się
Z czasem też się przedstawia
Smoki i niewolnik
Miecze i sekretne gwiazdy
Alchemia Blavatsky
Całe kłamstwo, cała prawda, cała mądrość
Mój wiek mnie zabija
Pod nieskończonością
W tym domu tańczą lwy, gorzkie kielichy
Rosną w cielesnym śniegu, przepraszam
Świeżo spadł śnieg
Iść
BAVARIAN GYPSY - Audio + Lyrics
Bavarian Gypsy on a highway
Streaming poems for a buck
Learning how to duck from progress
In the forests of his flight
A static ring of Saturn's beauty
On the finger of his lady
Wondering who will save the leader
Of the shady lowdown world
Thinking of another reason
To begin the terminated
To outshine the devastated
In the outcome of this war
Peace in sunlight over planet
Breaks the summer in two shades
Lotus blades are cast to waters
Circling stars of autumn nights
Friday, September 23, 2022
Winter Light
is it lonely she asked me
is it I asked myself
is it me and winter light spewing wings
on blocks – attaching moths to Tarot snipers?
with a secure pin
think of the image they get
counterculturing the obvious art current
we don't like at all
is it like she asked me
is it like I asked myself
in winter light that spews fish head masks
on everything
with a secure sentence
out of any language
shrieks of pre-recorded gulls ad cliché
hum synthesizers
while riding the bahn
I, the silver hero! I, the heroic metal!
Is it heavy she asked me
is it I asked myself
and stuck my organs deeper
into the seat, cool plastic
resonating with bones
accordion rhythm of a dying old man
on station
the other station kept waiting for me
I kept rolling in direction
of livable clowns
safer that way, I asked her.
Prehistoric Blended Sky
transmitters/ exitters
go free death jazz pump
night to life on full
throttle decay delay
a live
on trumpets saxes big drums
satin velvet dino tracks
women in caves
painting carving eating
cosmos
men outside
sleeping in beast fear
neath the star strut horizon
silvery goggle eyed god
lands on his bomb tune
sparks flesh night endless
cosmos
and I am tangled here
watching the sky,
prehistoric blended,
awaiting for new morning's
music
in jungles, in awe, in I.
Incomplete tape transcript 2001 - inspired by Hawkwind and Erich von Däniken.
Only darkness surrounds me
There is nothing I could relate to
There is nothing I could feel
And there is nothing I could do
Except falling into my dreams
Except making them real
And if there’s nothing but me floating here in fluid dark
Then it must be me who sets the rules
So everything I say must be possible to do
So I disintegrate myself into endless pieces
Into endless kinds of beings
And I put them into a world in which they could experience many things
Such as love and hate
Life and death
Peace and war
Wisdom and stupidity
Endless rotation of oxymoron
Each life form is finding its way back
To become me again
A “me” with much more experience than before
A “me” ready to disintegrate myself again
Into something much better
This process could go on forever
This is eternity
This is infinity
A great possibility
I am the seed of time
I have traveled a long way through vast distant skies
And then I have fallen on dark and cold rock
which rotated around a new born star
and the night was dark and the light was gone
the eternal countdown has started
10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1, now
space powers begin to work
the atmosphere appears
and the first rays of the morning sun
touch the icy shelf
and the ice begins to melt
and water appears
and it vapors into the sky
causing rain
the circle of nature begins to spin
as I slowly collapse into the darkness
into the pure essence of the blackest void
I become as vast as the sky above
I am becoming a cosmic flyer
grain of sand
the drifter who floats with no sense or meaning
who floats just to float
who unites with the space
the space floats
there are no directions in space
in space there is no north
south
east
west
space is everywhere
there is no truth, there is no lie
space cannot die
in its eternal pulsing life
it is so far away but yet so close
we can feel it, we can be it
we can make anything in space
if we are space, we set the rules
space is endless, it is impersonal
you cannot define space
space is here, space is there, space is everywhere
look down, look down
what is this thing spinning around the sun
it has no oceans, it has no forests
it has no green fields, so there should be no life down there
but there is
you can see some mutilated and degenerated creatures
which are servants to the concrete and to the machines
these creatures are called: the mankind
it is a race of slaves
a race of unintelligent beings meant to work, serve, sleep and eat
it is the worst thing we have ever seen in the entire universe
they are so blind that they cannot see their woe and misery
they think they lead a happy life
it is possible that the machines use special drugs
to command this mindless mass
those drugs are probably added to food and drinks///
Thursday, September 22, 2022
"Oh der Tag..." - impressions in German.
Wednesday, September 21, 2022
YOUR MUFF - short poem / krótki wierszyk.
Twoja mufka jest gorętsza niż ciasto z piekarni
Twoja mufka jest mądrzejsza niż dwa miliardy mędrców
Twoja mufka – kochanie nie widzę horyzontu
***
Your muff is greater than the beer man belly
Your muff is hotter than the cake from bakery
Your muff is wiser than two billion wise men
Your muff – baby I can't see the horizon
(14.08.2000).
The riff was later used for "Megalopolis".
https://ajkaufmann.bandcamp.com/track/megalopolis