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