"Garden of Love, Garden of Death" - Lyrics

Some are painted in the garden
Leaning on an angel's wing
Some are painted in the mirror
Winter voices in your spring

Some are restless in the garden
Bathe in fire, stone their path
Some are wistful, some are diving
In the ocean of consent

Easy highways cease excitement
Broken traveler's greedy hands
There's no vision he can conquer
There's no wisdom in his steps

Some are walking in the valley
Following the shaman's trail
Sunken poems suck peyote
Cacti rising through the day

Some are children of no worries
Some are broken, old and frail
Some are restless in the garden
Some in love, most in death

"Tschüssblues" - Lyrics

Well I met a funky lady and she says she's my fraulein
And she sings about her make-up and the hours of vielleicht
When the cosmic boom approaches she gets ready for the wave
She says pick me up another lovely frequency of shade
Cause in light I get so lonely and in darkness I dress up
You can take off all those clothes now but later on you'll call it luck
And then later we'll have dinner till you scream out of your shoes
To a solar goddess glowing with a case of Tschüssblues

She's as perfect as a sunbeam and a bluebird on the rise
She goes beaming through the window like a ghost of foreign time
And her precious skirt and stockings too expensive to approach
Say I came her to adore you and I'll wake you up real close
She says never mind the weather cause I'm calling from the sun
If you want to I'll be naked in the rays of your electric gun
But shoot it cool and quiet and precisely on the spot
Or I'll waste you like a riot that came creeping with the rose and up and up

And the cloud I climb says Achtung! das ist high wie Sommer hue
I'm your Luna and your cat queen and a bit of das Tschüssblues

Rolling like a thunder, sleeping like a star
She's playing funky magic on the strings of my guitar
But when sleeping she's as quiet as a cat beside the door
When I aim she's getting busy at the only home she knows

So we have eternal dinner till you fuck out of your shoes
I will never rip you off your Tschüssblues
That you painted on the moon

She says phase me out, phase me out real good
Phase me out or leave me, phase me out of your neighborhood
Phase me out and leave me, oh phase me out real good
She says phase me 'till you move the spoons
Tschüssblues

"Air from the High Rise Days" - Lyrics

I stand in the brightest rays
I walk in the deepest shade
In high rise blocks I spend my days
Where pushing soul’s my trade
And down where the cities rise
And up where the mountain stands
I’ll fly where the air is nice
I’ll go where the highway ends

I lived with a sailor’s wife
We stayed where the highway ends
In low life bars I spent my life
On cruel and shaky sands
But down where the river splits
In parts of the delta head
I’ll sail all the seas at once
I’ll go where there’s peace ahead

I walked with the devil’s bride
We kissed near the delta head
Of morning fogs and misty rocks
She built our new love a bed
And down where the ivy climbs
And up where the souls are born
I’ll flee from the nest she built
I’ll go for a shore unknown

I talked to an Irish ghost
That roamed through a shore unknown
You’ll ramble on, to meet the dawn
He said and sighed for home
And down where the poet weeps
And up where the Gypsy sings
I’ll rest for a longer while
I’ll stay where the ocean rings

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"Echom" - Lyrics

I stand corrected

I mark my feet

Across the desert

In the realms of sleep

I do not know

What's coming next

But for this life, sugar

I feel so blessed

Yeah

Echoes floating by

Past is reemerging

From the margin horizon

Glowing fast and changing

Flowers have been dead, honey

A long time ago

And I don't think it's that sunny

On this side of the world

Just an echom

Less than an atom

Just an echom

Less than an atom

I feel so blessed

To take this test

I feel so blessed

Let us hope it will last

"Bird Talk" - Lyrics

Buenas noches, pura vida

Narcotica mind corrida

You are victim of your light

You are poison of the spine

Buenas noches arte pura

Fellow chica of the obscura

You are corny in a sense

That could kill your innocence

Error cleaning vacuum spirit

Threshold beauty, see what's in it

You are prison of device

Architecture and disguise

I will love you without plan

I will scan you with your friends

Taken highways of delight

Free from burning in the night

Indu babe of foreign shores

Raven singing evermore

Poets quoting from the streets

Prophets of their gazing feet

Mi compadre of the lens

Now's our lady's second chance

For a life behind the blue

And all the chances that she blew

There's an answer to your gun

Hiding in the blazing sun

Running with the deeper love

Drifting high on a cloudy glove

Forests echo words of pride

Demons dance and nocturnes ride

For the howling yellow beast

Multicolor beard of dreams

"Manilla Ungol" - Lyrics

Sword and axe like I'm carrying Arthur
Through the jungle of death
Silver hair and a crown in the jewel
Dragons drugs and cold flat
Sailed my ship through the wartime siren
Will you heed the peace horn

Born in times of war
Raised in times of peace
Fed the same old lies
Killed the same old beast

Armor bright like atomic sunrises
Drawing near to your land
Like a curtain of deceitful surprises
You say Satan's the man
Flew my ships through the galaxy courier
Now the dark matter's torn

Born in times of war
Raised in times of peace
Fed the same old lies
Killed the same old beast

Like a warrior or a wolf or a demon
I keep scouting the rich
Reoccuring in their nightmares of passing
And eternal things
There's no ring on my finger but murder
Fields of blood red corn

Born in times of war
Raised in times of peace
Fed the same old lies
Killed the same old beast

"Falling Down New Architecture" - Lyrics

Falling down new architecture
Damp factories in the rain
Rows of high rise tower blocks
You know it’s never too late
For the architect to explain
For the writer to drop a line
Falling down new architecture
Falling utopian parks

Falling down new architecture
Tear down the plastic moon
Let’s not get so futuristic
You know these visions ain’t true
For the sailor must sail a boat
For the gardens must explode
Falling down new architecture
As white as mechanical doves

Falling down new architecture
Burn through her paper walls
Rooms of imperial isolation
Their horizons never fall
For the prostitute to be rewarded
For the script to sparkle apart
Falling down new architecture
Falling utopian art

On the Kurt Cobain influence.

Nirvana was my favorite band back when I was 13. I even had a T-shirt.
It was 1998 in Poznań, Poland, and the Polish punk/noise rock wave was alive and well.
The music of Nirvana didn't excite me as much as the back story.
Of course, I knew shit about the -real- back story.
I only read the book "Come as You Are: The Story of Nirvana".
It was my first window into the world of not only music, but art.
At 13 I already listened to The Smashing Pumpkins, Monster Magnet, Orange Goblin, Jane's Addiction.
Also Swans, Tar, Cows... many, many cassettes.
Back in 1998 or 1999, a local cassette store was closing and they had this big promotion on tapes.

You could get all those awesome bands' music for 5 PLN (about an euro or dollar).
So, I bought it (nearly) all.
But Nirvana, and especially Kurt, were what excited me the most.

Maybe because there weren't books on The Smashing Pumpkins or Cows available in Poland.
I used to drink beer, smoke cigarettes, later joints, and imagine songs and write my first songs.
The very first song I wrote was "Flower in Asphalt". From this original 1998 tape recording, you can tell I was a wasted idiot fool.



But, at 13, people do lots of stupid things. Writing songs is just one example.
Still, it's better to write songs, than to do heroin.
And Kurt's story was also a warning.
At first, after reading the book, I wanted to become a famous artist.
But as years went by I found comfort in obscurity, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
At least I am happy, and can listen to "Beans" from the comfort of my home studio.
I hope all the kids make good choices, and never forget the artist inside. However silly the idea might sound. Or however talentless you are. Hard work is the key, talent is only 1% of the deal.

So, become artists, and BE drugs - don't DO drugs.
Thank you for your fleeting attention to madman's ramblings at dawn.