Private Kaufmann

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excerpts from audio notebooks of A.J. Kaufmann, a Polish poet ("Siva in Rags", 2008), songwriter and recording artist ("Second Hand Man", 2011, "Stoned Gypsy Wanderer", 2014).

Home recorded in various locations, 2009-2013.

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released 31 March 2013

A.J. Kaufmann - voice, guitar, songwriter, artwork.

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A.J. Kaufmann Poznań, Poland

home-made lo-fi music from Poland #DIY

Poet, lyricist, songwriter. Founding member of Sauer Adler.

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Track Name: Cruel Angel
Cruel Angel

Saw her drifting with the stream
Half-alive and sickly blue
Thought I’ll let her pass and sail
Down the oceans that she knew
But I couldn’t sit and watch
I had to catch her like a friend
So I reached and soon I felt
The weight of sin upon my hands

Will you take my body home
Cause I’m sailing like a ghost
And I’m reaching out and asking
Where’s the man I truly loved
Will you teach me how to run
Where the sun forever gleams
Cause I’m drowning and I’m frowning
By the tombstone of my dreams

Saw her walking with the trees
In the grove by meadows white
Where the skyline kissed her lips
Growing high in gardens wild
Where no human dared to look
She was gazing on with pride
Through the night our limits raised
On the soil that longs for sun

Will you take my body home
Cause I’m running like a ghost
And I’m reaching out and asking
Where’s the path my spirit walked
Will you teach me how to stay
Where the sun forever gleams
Cause I’m drowning and I’m frowning
By the tombstone of my dreams
Track Name: Dragon in a Woman
Dragon in a Woman

There's a dragon in every woman
There's a dragon in every woman, baby
And he's hungry for flesh and he's craving for blood
And he's bursting his fire and he's out of his mind
There's a dragon
In every woman...

If you set this fire loose, see what she can do...
See the fire bursting higher, out of the blue...

And there's a dragon in every woman
There's a dragon in every woman, baby
And he's craving for fire and he's craving for meat
And he's burning from passion and his very own heat
There's a dragon
In every woman...

If you set this fire loose, see what she can do...
See the fire bursting higher, out of the blue...

There's a dragon in every woman
There's a dragon in every woman, baby
And he's chewing up pieces of your pumping machine
And he's dancing on crossbones and he rips off your skin
There's a dragon
In every woman...
There's a dragon
In every woman...
In every woman....
In every
Woman...
Track Name: Ego Boogie
Ego Boogie

A dead man's hand and a circus fool
My pretty little girl who just left school
Shelves of cheap books and piles of plates
All „too earlies” and all „too lates”
Pretty little skirt and pretty boots
Let's go dancing, c'mon hit the blues
Tell your momma you're a big girl now
Tell your poppa that you're going out
On your ego boogie
Ego boogie

Well you think I'm your reflection and a mirror by your side
But I'm a fierce burning flame, you're the lady in white

Sitting in the sun, waiting for the train
Looking at your watch, yeah the ticking is insane
Stardust falling on your pretty hair
Changing their color, making people stare
Wayward attractions, reefer in your mouth
Hitching up your skirt for the wind in the south
Riding on that wind is your man in black
Yeah your savior and your killer, I am never ever late
For your ego boogie
Ego boogie

You say the tide's too high for a pretty little girl
But I go jumping through the ring and you follow like a swirl

„Smokestack Lightning'”, „Avalon Blues”
Old-time favorites way better than the news
Smoky bars, winos and whores
Dancing on the sidewalk, you should powder up your nose
Counting up the hours still remaining to the dawn
Laughing in the moonlight, laying naked on the lawn
Then a bottle was smashed and the other was too
Oh, the wine we wasted and the things we knew
Ego boogie
Ego boogie

Someone's getting in our way, someone's stealing our ride
If you wanna keep your face, motherfucker, step aside

Feathered boys, colored girls
Uptown spleen, downtown thrills
No more buskers playing in the streets
No more hatchets buried in the deep
No more hippies at the Citadel
We are hidden in a casket going straight to hell
Too young to lose but too old to win
We are caught in the middle, living in the between
Ego boogie
Ego boogie

Well we surely had our chances but the moon wasn't full
So we couldn't make a choice and we decided to burn

No more fairies and their magic spells
No more tricks that the cards can't tell
Roller on the left, rocker on the right
Leather in the middle, mama hold me tight
I need some peace, I'm gonna find it in you
Lay by your side if you let me to
I ain't asking for your company
I'm just asking for your body, wanna have it for free
Ego boogie
Ego boogie

Well the title of his record's saying „Rock'n'roll is dead”
C'mon, motherfucker, I will smash your head

Never mind the rant, acid went out
No need to twist and no need to shout
Put on The Dead in the morning sun
Put on your boots, make sure the dancing's done
Trying to write some poems, trying to sell your soul
I tell you something bro, you've ran out of alcohol
What you're gonna do, all the stores are closed
No more stairways to heaven, no more hammers of the gods
Ego boogie
Ego boogie

I'm not feeling quite right, in fact I'm feeling quite bad
Oh you crazy little woman, I see you're bleeding to death
Track Name: I'm Angry
I’m Angry

Good and bad are simple words
Easy to confuse
Silence with your killing noise
Darkness with the fuse
No-one told me how to run
When the dangers come
Now I know just one word, angry
Angry is the sun

I’m angry, angry with the sun
I’m angry, angry with the sun

Simple folks don’t understand
They’re chosen to reveal
Wisdom of the older world
Secrets they conceal
Memory of your killing guns
Face of your disguise
Now I know just one word, angry
Angry is the sun

I’m angry, angry with the sun
I’m angry, angry with the sun

In the distance I have seen
White conqueror’s heart
Sign of changes coming on
The bastions of the night
Cannons shoot so what’s your loot
Grab your guns and run
We’re no longer partners, friend
Angry is the sun

I’m angry, angry with the sun
I’m angry, angry with the sun

Terror came to neighborhood
Once a peaceful hill
Arrows hit the top of it and
Blood of sun got spilled
White conquerors fell into
The darkened sea and drowned
Split the mountainside in two
Angry is the sun

I’m angry, angry with the sun
I’m angry, angry with the sun

You who wish to stay you’re free
I’ll be leaving soon
Ain’t no use in fighting for
The morals of our doom
You who don’t accept your fate
You who rob the seas
Jump into the raging ground
Angry are the streets

I’m angry, angry with the streets
I’m angry, angry with the streets
Track Name: Man of a 1000 Songs
Man of a 1000 Songs

I had to write a letter
Or rather a song of pain
I had to try much better
Cause now the song was just insane

All songs have come
To see a shattered man
All songs have come
Into my head
All songs have come
To see the traitor
All songs have crawled out
From under my bed

I had to treat them better
They were my children after all
Some of them taste like leather
Some of them taste like gold

All songs have come
To meet their father
All songs have crawled
Into my hand
All songs have come
To seek for shelter
I never taught them
How to stand
Track Name: My Bossanova Harlot
My Bossanova Harlot

I've been to many-a-bar in town
But I've never seen something like this
Emerging out of the darkness, a hand in black lace
And then at instant a kiss
I've seen so many-a-girl in town
But I've never seen something like you
You got me sleeping on a bed of razors
Wanna prove me that your love is true

You Bossanova harlot
You laced Lucretia, you
Ain’t nobody knows what the dawn will bring
When I finally get to you

I've slept so many-a-night at bar
And I caught you on that whisky train
Rolling out of the outskirts, naked
You got washed in tons of rain
And I've seen many a-death in town
People dancing at the end of the rope
I see the river keeps a-rolling so fast
Are your arms the only place to go

You Bossanova harlot
You laced Lucretia, you…

And I've drained many-a-jug in town
But I've never seen a jug like this
My skin's all soaked with bourbon, baby
My heart's pumping bitter steam
I've seen so many-a-bluesman die
From their Stetsons to their shoes
With their open veins still hooked on you
Depression goddamn blues

You Bossanova harlot
You laced Lucretia, you…
Track Name: Occasional Summer
Occasional Summer

I've been sitting on the pavement in the morning sun
Thinking about the things that should've been done
They haven't been done cause this country's dead
And this city is a nail that's stuck in my head
No need to fight boy, you'll lose anyhow
Go back to your place
Join that idiot crowd

Well I've tried to understand why things happen this way
Why I'm wasting my ideas in this vacant place
Well I couldn't find an answer that would seem quite right
Couldn't find a reason to sit back and cry
So still I'm gonna fight and I'll win somehow
Things will change someday
I'm waiting for the change to come

I'll be ready when the water washes you away
Your old ways will end at once at the dawn of that day
The world is still at motion but you're happy as you are
You can laugh at or despise me, you're not going far
You don't understand the rules, you're playing by your own
And that mighty, mighty flood
Will wash away your homes

So don't cry when it happens, don't moan when you die
It's natural and expected, but not just to anyone
While you've been digging for success, I've been looking to the stars
And I've seen Orion rising in the face of Mars
It's not that I'm your usual astronomy freak
I've been talking to the prophets
And they told me
I was too weak for this shit

Yeah you can talk to me, I'll just smoke marijuana
When you tell me go to work, I will answer you „manana”
I will play these heresy rhymes with your academic mind
I'll be driving you insane with the purity of mine
I can handle all those people who treat me like shit
Yeah, I'll treat them even worse
Just you wait and see

Yeah I meet them all my life, they just stand in my way
Education, frustration, join the army, it’s that day
If you don't wanna study boy, you just put that helmet on
Grab that gun and crawl in mud till the day is done
Well, I'm sorry sir, but I'm too stupid for that
I'd rather grab my old guitar
Put on my favorite hat

Leave me alone, just go and take a walk
It might help you with your problems, must you bother me at all
Got my own pretty life, wanna live it as I want
I don't need your regulations for my path in the sun
Just go your own way and stop getting on my nerves
Politicians, priests, professors
You're the killers of this land
Track Name: Sleeps with Baudelaire
Sleeps with Baudelaire

She sleeps with Baudelaire
In a blasé pretty alcove
As her lover's not always around
While he sleeps with Rimbaud
On a ship full of stories
Where they pass on another sweet round
They pass on another sweet round

So don't fall in love
With the girl in the red dress
And don't you hang on to her breath
And don't fall in love
With the man in the black suit
It’s bitter, it's danger, it's death
It’s bitter, it's danger, it's death

She sleeps with Baudelaire
On night's gasping mirror
She’s playing her glasses so good
While crushed pretty velvet's
Been laid on the portraits
Of the poets of all dirty schools
Yeah, the poets of all dirty schools

And don't fall in love
With his chalky white hands
That bang out this weird lullaby
And don't fall in love
With the lady in question
Her answers are never on time
Yeah, her answers are never on time

She sleeps with Baudelaire
At least that’s what she’s saying
In whispers eternal and low
You don’t have to be there
You don’t have to trust her
Her letters are never of gold
Yeah, those letters are never of gold
Track Name: Strict Lover
Strict Lover

A season for the strict hearts
A season for your sins
Another day inside you
Another death within
Let’s have another tablet
Let’s have another drink
Let’s make love till sunrise
Let’s forget the mess we're in

I can't move unless that's what you say
I can't approve of
All the love you forget to share...

A martyr for affection
Affection for disguise
I put my masks on daily
Just to satisfy
Let’s have another number
Let’s have another word
Lose all the small-talk nonsense
And gain a brand new world

I can't move unless that's what you say
I can't approve of
All the love you forget to share...

So slowly put your furs on
And wrap around the dark
Take me to your levels
Or slice me up with Christ
Let’s join the Rosicrucians
Let’s join Salvation Army
Let’s join the burning witches
At their holy orgy

I can't move unless that's what you say
I can't approve of
All the love you forget to share...
Track Name: Sweet Bird of Youth
Sweet Bird of Youth

Sitting shattered at the bed's collapsing edge
Actresses in black and white they keep me company
Oh they look so good on posters, while outside it’s almost world war three
But we dance around the room, shielded in the moony breeze
No one's there but them and me, yes, there’s no one else to see
My beloved bird of youth as it breaks before it flees

Sweet bird of youth, falling like a stone
The neons flash outside and your TV is still on
And the only thing it’s showing when your head’s about to blow
Is Stardust Memories or The Rocky Horror Picture Show

You are restless and defenseless watching lovers growing cold
Ugly losers leaving bruises, words too daring to be told
As you cast your shade all over my old room’s enhancing tide, it’s almost night
And I swear you move like Hayworth, you’re so easy to describe
No one’s there but you and me and it feels like suicide
As my sweet bird of youth decides to decline before its time

Avaricious fingers found me, they inspect my sleepy flesh
Circling down to reach the climax, making love among the trash
Oh it feels so good to be there slowly shaking off the cigarette ash
Writing thousand honest letters, hardly sending one a day
To the caring girl who’s hiding her true face behind my shades
And the sweet bird of youth never gets between her beautiful ways

Are you fleeing from the mirrors, trying to blunt your ageing sight
It reminds of many failures, of those cold disturbing nights
Or perhaps you like to live there and you’re waiting anxiously for dawning lights
I can smell my death tonight, it’s just hanging in the air
And the candles warm your heart but I’m only halfway there
Oh beloved bird of youth won’t you take me where the people really care
Track Name: Virgin Jekyll and Ms. Hyde
Virgin Jekyll and Ms. Hyde

The cinema got ravaged and there’s nothing you could do
But stick around the savage when you bite the lips of truth
May no one interrupt you when your motorcycle grease
Is falling down on jewels that she painted on her lips

I say hey, Virgin Jekyll and Ms. Hyde
Watch out, cause it ain’t no pleasant ride

Your neon cowboys parted when they saw my ugly face
My naked spurs a jangling sure mean trouble to this place
May no one interrupt you when my psychedelic bread
Is falling down from heavens when you swiftly give me head

I say hey, Virgin Jekyll and Ms. Hyde
Watch out, cause it ain’t no pleasant ride

The sound of your heart beating takes me back to country farms
I’ve been to every brothel and I’m keen on wicked charms
May no one interrupt you when you’re falling on your knees
To worship New York idols and the smell you give is sweet

I say hey, Virgin Jekyll and Ms. Hyde
Watch out, cause it ain’t no pleasant ride

The highways of your beauty crowded watches on my wrist
And time was passing slower when polluted mainers kissed
May no one interrupt you when you’re shooting cobalt ice
Cause I dreamt I was a sailor and I hit you till you cried

I say hey, Virgin Jekyll and Ms. Hyde
Watch out, cause it ain’t no pleasant ride
Track Name: Voices of the Street
Voices of the Street

Buses passing me fast
Churches climbing on by
Benches swallowing me
In my favorite park

I keep hearing the sunrise
I keep hearing the sleet
I keep meeting my friends
Voices of the street

Clouds encompassing me
Thunders rolling on high
I keep hearing the trains
From a million miles

I keep seeing the moonrise
I keep changing my speed
I must finally adjust to
Voices of the street

Carrying gossip in sunlight
Reading news in the shade
Madness turns to my lover
Kindness hands her the blade

I keep whispering summer
I can’t hear my own feet
There’s so much on the air now
Voices of the street

I guess we're headed for murder
I’m sure we’re in it too deep
Carrying on our own shoulders
Voices of the street