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Audio Chapbooks Vol​.​1

by The Strange World of A.J. Kaufmann

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1.
A prophet in his own town Is nothing but a sad smiling clown Forever adoring the views The views that they’ve all put him through And nothing can stop all this pain The one which he gains and he gains Roses to climb up like stones A prophet in town, all alone A prophet in his own shoes Is nothing, a body amused Forever adoring the play Unconsciousness hits every day His magic, so soft, soon reveals And dances on top of their heels Kneeled and possessed by the truth The captured, the blind & the blue The prophet he has his own fun Watching your dead kingdom come The end of all European fears The end of all wars and ideas Coming so obviously blank Sparkling in distance, at hand A prophet in his own town Is nothing but a sad smiling clown Metric verse outruns the end In chains, carrying free The end of lover’s reign The end of democracy
2.
Yellow Magic 02:15
Quietness in winter fields Uncertain fears and unknown pain Curious dawn that’s born in black Never had a special name Yellow magic gave it wings Called its tides of heart Turned the neon lights to wood Whispered of destroyers far Time is brief where I remain Just a trace of lover’s hand Where my cards are childish papers Thrown around this sordid land Yellow magic gave it wings Called its tides of heart Turned the neon lights to wood Whispered of destroyers far Black law laid since world was made I hope it never falls Cruelty of this law won’t fade Till the end of all Yellow magic gave it wings Called its tides of heart Turned the neon lights to wood Whispered of destroyers far
3.
I’m seeing white cathedrals in my sleep This really has to be some kind of sign I’m hearing mighty bells, how soft they ring These must be only echoes in my mind White cathedrals Catch me gently when I run White cathedrals Friendly giants in the sun I’m drawing white cathedrals in the sand Every time I’m walking with my love They’re climbing to the sky like giant tongues I kiss her lips before our feeling’s gone White cathedrals Catch me gently when I run White cathedrals Friendly giants in the sun
4.
Almost True 02:14
I've been drinking And I’m feeling good I'm just thinking Are you true Let me lie on Your shiny floor Let me drink all All your alcohol I won't mind girl If you will go Cause I will stay here Right at your floor It's alright You're almost true I won't mind girl Just what you do Don't you try To get rid of me Cause I will be back I'm your destiny It’s alright now I'm almost true It’s alright now See what you can do I’m almost true Yeah, I’m almost true
5.
Have you ever been to London, girl The one soaked up in fog Where the sirens wail all night Like a wave from Radio Gnome You'd be probably gently sleeping In my soap sharp limousine While I'd cut the razor string again To hear your body sing So you're calling me from London And you whisper I'm set free Then I answer „Babe as always” Cause your sun dawns equally On the serpent and the wheelchair On the golden winged ship I called her madame She said she's not I told her she's cool but she says she's hot She's autumn flowers in the spring She's winter verse that the crickets sing Down the big soup drain Back to slick refrain You'd be probably gently sleeping In my soap sharp limousine While I'd ooze the lunar voice again To give your body wings
6.
I sit in perfect stillness Surrounded by your radiance Easy just like Stonehenge Stoned like sun on fragrance Dawn in your translation Drifts away to dream wave Surrounded by your countenance I dream in perfect stillness Like god, only calmer Like sand, only former Like you, only smaller Like stars, only taller I don't miss you when I miss you If I kiss you would I kiss you Would you kiss me too Galactic pancake nirvana zoo We went there once When we were young You haven't aged I haven't sung A bit Just like my latest trip London sky graffiti Baby Bea pity Real tea served here only Baby, I'm so lonely London sky graffiti I am just this city Or as huge as it Baby, take a hit They call my kind just crazy Though really we're just hippies I have no clothes define me My favorite shirt says „Trip in” Like my tripping Bike
7.
Golden Doll 03:25
I'm swimming in your neutral milk Most cowgirls say it's home It turns my shit to silk It turns my tongue to bone And that's why I called I bothered you to call To say nothing at all But you ain't no cowgirl Are you, love? Golden doll Don't mind the door It's swinging open Showing you more What do you want from poetry What do you want from my view What do you want from my heartbeat It doesn't belong to you Though once in time it could Your neutral milk my poison Your poison my surprise My boredom your perfection The lipstick in your eyes In turns my touch to phantoms Turns my skin to glass I'd like to crash in you girl Let's have a little test Golden doll Don't speak at all Golden doll Exchange the troll Everyone should own one So handy in these times Everyone should feed one Excessive usage sky Immortal sailing night In time for feeding cries
8.
London Cook 03:36
Look for a giant Who guards the gloomy hollow tree If he's heard all your stories There is no need to bleed So flash To cheapest London streets At night of soul came one weak man Oh Armatrend, dear Armatrend Oh me, I'm just a London cook Subject of jokes in the morning streets I still haven't got that fancy look Lotion's too expensive for me And clothes won't set me free But daughters of sun, bright solar angels Nobody ever saw in her eyes – panoramic splashing Wishes and sky jewel kisses And of ladies from joyous circles I sing my songs For her She accepts them Man, what an affair She took me on on a trip by Arabic limousine It was really heavy and we took out from hell Then we went up with Arabian airlines Through thick clouds hanging in the evening air Then flash To morning seaside tales On sails of death came one black ship Apocalypse, apocalypse On ships of dawn came one dead whip Apocalypse, apocalypse
9.
Gray 02:55
I once knew a girl As happy as could be She was dancing with the birds In the trees I once knew a boy Happy by her side Together they would drink And together they would ride But time took them away And days of youth couldn't stay Dreams got lost in the gray People pass like wind Waves on quiet sea People never last In their fantasy They think they're here to cry Does heaven look like this Together we should laugh Immortal in the dream But time takes us away And days of youth cannot stay Dreams get lost in the gray
10.
11.
Curse the sky, attack the land Friend of god, a rough command Lights profane and merciless Death in one absurd caress Here walks Mad bishop Here rules Mad bishop Mad bishop roams the country Far beyond his grave His new ideas are written On the back of every slave Say the rosary, dine with me Fewer words to set you free Garbage falling from his mouth Trampling stoned I live without The curse Mad bishop It’s worse Mad bishop Mad bishop rules the country Dead immortal fate His old laws make the dinner His words the deadly plate Thinking fame, caring hands White as dove, magic wands Sandwich hour cursing time Playing marbles with his mind Our leader Mad bishop Our killer Mad bishop Mad bishop chains the country Takes his rusty chain to bed His madness passed as wisdom Now everybody else is mad
12.
We left Earth at 4 A.M. The day that Jerry died We took a journey to the stars Where a home we hoped to find We found a galaxy of dreams And a solar system there Which contained a perfect planet Green plains, blue rivers, clean air And there was also a giant ocean In colors orange and red In the centre laid a wondrous island Let’s call it the Isle of Men Two suns rise each long hot day And the moon is always visible Unknown stars above our heads We realized we’re really small Our Isle looks like paradise We live content in peace We shall not repeat the mistakes of our history Second chance we just can’t miss Found our joys and shaped our lives The way we wanted to Concrete Earth is falling apart And the atom bomb done no good The flood came down to annihilate sinners And wipe them off their lands While here we live perfectly human Dwelling in the Isle of Men
13.
Candy Rose 04:00
You’re so stupid that you’re almost sweet But your attitude makes me sick First I wanted to go for your heart Now I wanna go for your throat Bloody snowflakes in my nose In my hand a candy rose You’re so wicked that you’re almost good Acting twice as bad as I could And I’m a real SOB they say But you’re worst when I stand in your way You almost caused my overdose You gave me vitamin C and some candy rose I’m so nervous that I’m almost cool You have turned a wise man into a fool You took my money and crashed my car You locked my soul in a dirty jar With flies Eating my heart out And ants Eating my brain out So I warn you in case you did not know Don’t give your heart to a candy rose Sitting by the riverside A flower in her hand She tried to really love somebody But no one understands Like an old man with a dog Walk the streets alone She never found a way And she never found a home

about

I always have lots of trouble trying to merge my poetry with music. Sometimes, it gets lost in the music, and sometimes it doesn't go well enough with it. Since 1998 I've been trying out things and ideas, but nothing really came close to the "right viision" of events, except maybe the 2014-recorded "Stoned Gypsy Wanderer".

For this collection of 13 recordings, I tried to take examples of my writing 2000-2021 and present them in voice/guitar aesthetic - just "demos", or "just" demos, recorded over the years.

I was thinking of all the beautiful chapbooks with my writing Bill Shute of Kendra Steiner Editions used to publish 2008-2013, and they all cost 5 dollars.

So, for 5 dollars, you can now have my most recent "audio chapbook".
Some things change, others don't.
For 5 dollars, you get a beautiful work of art, one you can carry with you, and enrich it with your presence and attention, and in return it'll do the same for you. Spend 5 dollars on poetry, give it 5 minutes, and you'll never be the same.

Hope you enjoy. Thank you.

"With so much poetry out there falling into one of three categories—-bad imitations of Charles Bukowski; tiresome conceptual faux-avantgarde swill coming from MFA programs and the creative writing industry; and performance-oriented poetry slam antics that can often be entertaining live but are not conceived of in terms of the page—-it’s not surprising that poetry fails to find much of an audience in its printed form. More poets need to wake up and wipe the slate clean and realize that the possibilities of poetry are infinite. They just need to stop trying to curry favor with whomever they are trying to suck up to in the poetry hierarchy, create their own system of poetics from the ground up, and build on that foundation…and stay with it and ask no one for acceptance. The poets KSE publishes all do that in their own inimitable ways, and nobody exemplifies the KSE aesthetic better than A.J. Kaufmann: he is rooted in Beat poetry and psychedelia, he knows the important avant-garde traditions of the last 150 years, he reflects the particulars of his culture/region (and also such important areas for him such as Berlin and Paris), and he takes those elements and creates 100% original work from them, work that apes no one else’s work and that has a form and a feel all his own. Yes, his work can be surreal; it can have the post-Rimbaud rock’n’roll decadence of a Leonard Cohen or a Syd Barrett or a Jim Morrison; it can have a psychedelic spiritual exuberance in the tradition of Roky Erickson/Tommy Hall or of Sky Sunlight Saxon. But it’s always 100 % A. J. Kaufmann. Having worked with the man on three collaborative chapbooks, and a fourth chapbook that was a joint work but one where we both worked from similar prompts, I can testify to his amazing imagination, his devotion to craft, and his dedicated work ethic, even while living a lifestyle that would kill or sideline a lesser man." (Bill Shute, Kendra Steiner Editions).

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released January 26, 2022

Words and Music by A.J. Kaufmann.
theworldofajkaufmann.blogspot.com

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The Strange World of A.J. Kaufmann Poznań, Poland

A.J. Kaufmann is a Polish psychedelic music artist, whose sound spans across genres including folk, noise, grunge, krautrock, space rock, and psychedelic rock. He is known for his heavy riffs, spaced-out soundscapes, and poetic lyrics. With a long and diverse discography, A.J. Kaufmann is a true pioneer of Polish psychedelic music, and his music continues to inspire and move listeners worldwide. ... more

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