"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

Adam Majdecki-Janicki - "I Only See My House In The Morning" (2024)

A.J. Kaufmann - "The Hermit" (The Swamp Records, 2024) | Full Album

Adam Majdecki-Janicki - "Bavarian Gypsy" (Father And Son Records And Tapes, 2020) | Full Album

"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.

Adam Jan Kaufmann - GOLD (Hippie Sands and Roses, 2014) Videoclip

"Break a Leg (Psychedelic Chicks on Bikes)" - Lyrics

I was riding on my bike - looking for a perfect hike
And I wasn't high on shrooms, though my head was filled with doom
Listening to a space rock song I thought nothing could go wrong
Started browsing you know what for you know who, just looking for a thing to do
When a message popped out fast and I thought shit, man, I'm gonna crash
But I managed to ride on down the road to Berlin dawn

So she said she digs the Stones, got a thing for mammoth bones
And her face made the whole trip a mess, later came this MMS
Last thing I remember doing was a spinning and a turning
To the tune of „Kick Out the Jams”, oh man, the shit has hit the fan
Listening to a space rock song I thought nothing could go wrong
But then I think the shrooms kicked in from a crater in her skin
Yeah, I guess had  a gig to play, but I couldn't come today
So I woke up and the doctor gave me head on a sterile German bed
What a trip, man.

So I totaled everything but it helped my soul to sin
With the sins I haven't sinned before „Son, they call it rock'n'roll”
In the chill of spoon balloons she has swallowed both my moons
And I gave her all kinds of highs, and I will till the day I die
Just remember what Isabella said - before I tripped she told me „Break a leg!”

"Atompilz" - Lyrics

Silent on the horizon
Eternal in the spotlight of sun
Waving to all the wanderers
Brightest and biggest of clouds
Sharing the light of knowledge
Never properly used
Smiling like a prophet
Dancing like a fuse
You hear me roar

Atompilz
Glory of the vacant fields
Atompilz
Glory of the unseen metal tears
Atompilz
Bow your heads when you see me come
Atompilz
Ten times brighter than the sun

Voice of voiceless anger
Brave in the wind carrying news
Leading the new exodus
Follow the righteous fumes
Dripping ash of redemption
Manna we can eat
It’s evolution in transit
Lift your heart and believe
You hear me roar

Atompilz
Glory of the vacant fields
Atompilz
Glory of the unseen metal tears
Atompilz
Bow your heads when you see me come
Atompilz
Ten times brighter than the sun

"Zehlendorf" - Lyrics

Snow came early but I
Had a place to return to
Fireplace wasn’t warm
But I had things to burn there
Photographs and memoirs
Notebooks, guitars and diaries
Everything once important
Now would feed winter fire
It was cold
Zehlendorf

We had jazz on the backseat
Kisses falling like diamonds
From a whirlwind of death
Please don’t mind the dead parrots
Writing songs you could hear
From the cool U-bahn highway
It was cold
Zehlendorf

We had hash cakes to bake
Wizard poems to write
From the flesh of the snowman
Oceans flew loud and wild
Down the small street I lived on
Thanks to kind caring landlords
Artists spun in the trade
Just like cog wheels on used Fords
It was cold
Zehlendorf

"Moon Over Poznań" - Lyrics

The victim’s head is falling, her skin is smooth as silk
We’re trapped in Spanish castles, we’re high on coke and milk
We watch the moon arising, we’re turning six to nine
The dervish kiss is coming, get ready for your mind

The serious mime is watching behind the writer’s desk
He’s taking notes on vision, his suit is such a mess
He’s teaching levitation in every Sunday school
And while the sky is cracking the moon’s just burning fuel

A million monks are marching down midnight promenades
They carry silent torches for butterflies in shade
I’m not allowed to whisper, my pin is holding me
My heart’s in need of action, I found this room for free

"My Name is Man (The Song of Chilam Balam)" - Lyrics

Black, white, yellow, red
My mothers are yellow
My fathers are black
My sisters are white
My brothers are red

I'm just the son of man
My name is Man

The red flint stone is my stone in the east
The white flint stone is my stone in the north
The black flint stone is my stone in the west
The yellow flint stone is my stone in the south

I’m just the son of man
My name is Man

My name is Man

Black, white, yellow, red
Black, white, yellow, red
Yeah

I’m the black ceiba tree of plenty
The white ceiba tree of wealth
The yellow ceiba tree of plenty
The red ceiba tree of wealth

Colors mix up in this world, you see
But it's the only way
I’m just the son of man
My name is Man
I’m just the son of man
My name is Man

Black, white, yellow, red
Black, white, yellow
My name is Man

"Sygnały MMXX" - Lyrics

From a far off galaxy
We're receiving signals
Cumulating near our sun
We're Jupiter's children
Danger lurking in our sphere
Caused by distant echoes
We're reminders of our past
Forced to play forever

There's no time to fight and curse
Purple fates of ether
We are children of the stars
And we're meant to live here
From a far off galaxy
We have landed homewards
We're the path through ancient dust
Gathering on comets

On the beach, out of reach
On another planet
Far from home, all alone
Would you care for „alles”
There's no time, make up your mind
There's no room for heroes
Time is up, your drinking cup
Frozen on the ring of
Jupiter sun
Jupiter sun
Jupiter sun

"Pearly Hair of '68" - Lyrics

So you go into the coldness of space all alone
And you drift with angels and demons older than the world
Will your raise your sword again or will you let it rust
Space waves free encircle you and turn your chains to dust

Your pearly hair of '68 gave knowledge to the masses
And somehow dawn kept breaking through the dark city molasses
Will you dance on tiptoe foam again on wild guitars
Or will you let the time succumb all your wicked earthly lies

Rivers wide and autumn skies sure will echo you again
Lovely dancer on the cosmic waste falling down like rain
Water falls on winds of you as you float on by the sea
New mankind now worships you on sundown bathed knees

Time is baked on what you make of different landings here alone
I will fly away from here on your crystal studded throne

"The Brian Jones Multiverse" - Lyrics

Streets of London sixties lit
Backstage pass and perfect fit
And all the bands in pubs change their tune
To a psychedelic kind of moon
And all the chicks in scarlet turn to sea shells
In the Brian Jones multiverse

Tides of time wear his head
It hurts a lot from too much bread
Too little love that fades in the cinema
There's a party going on every night in his house
And all the chicks in scarlet turn into sea shells
In the Brian Jones multiverse

Flutes majestic lift their songs
Heralding the errant Stone
Entering fields of mystics not quite ready
The melody changes often but the beat is steady
And all the chicks in scarlet turn into sea shells
In the Brian Jones multiverse

"Folly" - Lyrics

Break the silence into midnight
Cross the lanterns' diner twilight
Find a crossroad to believe in
Choose a district you could live in
Birds of Satan fly in circles
Over graveyards veiled in mists that
Draw on close the window city
There's no common sense in litter

Where I used to wander freely
Now a stop sign reddens clearly
That no car could fly past borders
Made by men who's gotten older
Faster than a cannon shooting
Safer than an armchair drooling
Over girls on film in X-ray
There's no escape, this is doomsday

I'm a fool for blonde girls walking
Through the forests of Milwaukee
I'm a descent of firm ages
Glowing black on history pages
Where my name means nothing special
Where the birth and death are crashing
Into lotus pools of knowledge
Into lethal cups of cold air

Catch the bus or tram to work man
Waste your time and health for low ends
Earn some money, learn to breakdance
Get some music into your veins
Try so hard but you don't get it
Make your mind up and forget it
Brand new planets forming slowly
In the system of our folly

"Górczyn is Brooklyn" - Lyrics

There's a lot of pretty girls in there
When they hear my guitar, they stand in the bare
And they let the wind flow down their hair
Like a fairytale from Alladin's lair

But in here no fairytales are allowed
Górczyn boys like their music raw and loud
Just like their lives in the neon shade
Shimmering like stars in a rusty parade

Górczyn is Brooklyn
Górczyn is Brooklyn
Górczyn is Brooklyn
Górczyn is Brooklyn

A lot of friends and highs for every man
United against the system we stand
Whether we read books or screw up tidy minds
We're the crew your granddad warned us about

Górczyn is Brooklyn
Górczyn is Brooklyn
Górczyn is Brooklyn
Górczyn is Brooklyn

We are high as melon kites above the waist
When you play you'd better rip off all that bass
Lemmy and Jimi combined
Crowds like their music real wild

Górczyn is Brooklyn
Górczyn is Brooklyn
Górczyn is Brooklyn
Górczyn is Brooklyn

Get ready for a trip of the highest sort when you reach the Fairyport...

...or "smoke Maria and be content in the land of Fairyport Convent".

What's this place then, the "Fairyport Convent"?

It's an utopia, and not a real place, let's just say it's a 26 years long psychedelic trip.

In 2021 I started a one-man band called Fairyport Convent and got it signed to The Swamp Records. We are 2 CDs old this year:





But that is just one manifestation of the Fairyport.

Experienced listeners will certainly remember the band Fairport Convention and the Wigwam album "Fairyport". When I first started listening to psychedelic and "out there" music in 1998, my teenage mind somehow mixed those two names together and created an album title. This album is also available from The Swamp Records:



In 2024 I have decided to look into the mythology of my favorite poet, James Douglas Morrison, for a bandcamp page and blog name that would reflect what is happening in my world today. I am all about creating my own mythology, but "Weird Scenes Inside the Goldmine" is such a powerful image that I couldn't come up with anything better to describe the psychedelic experience.

So, here we are, or here I am again with my music, and I hope you like it. Do you like it? Yes, you do!

Singles on Bandcamp.

Each song is a different universe.
Each song is a different heartbeat.
Each song is a different myth.
Each song is a different reality.

Feel invited to my world.

With a name taken from the poetry of James Douglas Morrison, sonic aesthetics lifted from The Velvet Underground, Les Rallizes Dénudés, and krautrock, and the aura of doom and gloom we are set on a new psychedelic adventure. Words and Music by Adam Majdecki-Janicki. Art by Justin Jackley.