"Bard's Woman" Update 3.

So, here are a little over 5 minutes of new music from me and my friends, from the album "Bard's Woman in the Cool of the Summer Breeze", which is currently in the works. Those are the 2 finished songs, one thanks to Gita of Blessed Studio, Indonesia, and one thanks to the American artist Sound Animal. I hope you enjoy!

The World of A.J. Kaufmann · "Bard's Woman in the Cool of the Summer Breeze" 2 completed tracks.

I am still looking for collaborators for the remaining 8 tracks for the album. I already shared the song "Aurora" here, and today I'm sharing "Harry Haller", which was inspired (of course) by Hermann Hesse's "Steppenwolf". If you have any ideas for this song, don't hesitate to contact me! Thanks, and until the next "Bard's Woman" update!

The World of A.J. Kaufmann · "Harry Haller" (DEMO 2022)

Tall Yodas at Rozbrat - Swastica EYE

"Liquid Blues" (29.03.2022)

Your dress is sharp tonight
Your looks could kill
There's a blackbird in the mirror ball
There's denim and steel
Scent of leather in the air
A lock of time and bone
Please release me from this endless
Bitter movie roll

I'm trapped in liquid blues
With your high heel shoes
I'm dancing on a tightrope
Led by midnight news

If my strings could speak another
Language of the shore
I would choose some French I guess
To take your body home
Or some German nocturnes
That could fill the summer air
With surprise and soft white lies
Black corroding spells

Fly me up again to reach
The southern Texas haze
I am late again for planes
And trains, I'm always late
I could pick up any line
Call anybody's phone
But the answer should would be
Babe, I'm stoned alone

Tall Yodas at Rozbrat - Malawin'n'Roll

Tall Yodas at Rozbrat - Bo Diddley

"Bard's Woman in the Cool of the Summer Breeze" Update 2

So, after releasing "King of Kreuzberg" a week or so ago, with great pleasure I announce another single from the new album, a song titled "With the Sun in Your Belly". You can hear beautiful flute and drums there thanks to the help of a really talented American artist, Sound Animal, pictured here. Sound Animal was kind enough to write and record flute and drum parts for the song, parts that fit perfectly into this little number. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

You can learn more about Sound Animal thanks to this interview with It's Psychedelic Baby Magazine - what a coincidence that we were both interviewed for the same mag!
http://www.psychedelicbabymag.com/2021/08/sound-animal-interview-new-album-newsoundland.html

And here are the lyrics to "With the Sun in Your Belly", also translated freely into Polish, my native language, below, as a poem:

Bless the sun in your belly
Smell the dawn in your hair
I kiss your lily-full skin shade
Feel that you’re really there
Now you don’t have to show me
Physical features of light
Your spirit is dancing above me
Oh, it's taking me deep to your night

Pass the moon in your navel
Draw your tides to my tears
Rest in my favorite ocean
Show me the source of your fear
Please let go of your sorrows
You’re not of the earthly kind
Let go of the body you borrowed
Turn off that miserable mind
Yeah
Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off
Yeah, hm
Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off

I called you names and morals
Slogans and standards and words
But I never had enough of courage
To play you these three simple chords
Here they come
Yeah, hm

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Błogosław słońce w jej brzuchu
Poczuj zapach świtu we włosach
Pocałuj jej liliowy odcień skóry
Poczuj, że naprawdę tam jesteś

Nie musisz mi pokazywać
Fizycznych cech światła
Twój duch tańczy nade mną
Zabiera mnie głęboko w noc

Przejdź przez księżyc w jej pępku
Zbliż przypływy do jej łez
Odpocznij w jej ulubionym oceanie
Pokaż mi źródło swojego strachu

Proszę, puść swoje smutki
Nie jesteś ziemskiego rodzaju
Puść ciało, które pożyczyłeś
Wyłącz ten nędzny umysł

Nazywałam Cię imionami i morałami
Sloganami, standardami, słowami
Ale nigdy nie miałam dość odwagi
Aby zagrać Ci 3 proste akordy

The World of A.J. Kaufmann · "With the Sun in Your Belly" (with Sound Animal)

"Peyote"

Summer fields evaporate
Into the moon, into the bleak
Horses running thru the rainbow
Crystal bubblegum chick
Driving umbrellas of stairs
Further down the spine
Feel your head collapse
Look into my eyes

Travel down, leak your blood
On the surface of the sun
Summer fields evaporate
Into Neptune heavy clouds

Hear a distant country song
Floating on the wind
Carrying back your seventh sense
Singing of your grief
Resting in a shallow grave
Just nearby the road
Singing of the bullfrog king
Valleys full of soap

Where your creed don’t matter
Where the whole world sings
It’s peyote, brother
Ride on eagle wings

Have somebody teach you
Under side of blues
Skies don’t carry nothing
Birds don’t make no dues

Psychedelic boys and girls
Gather round the fire side
Sing on stoned and wayward wolves
Skies don’t hear them cry
Ain’t no thunder coming down
Whipping round your name
Everything is in the drugs
Evolving without shame

Have somebody show you
Under side of love
Moon don’t love the ocean
Sand don’t love the dove

"You in the Crowd"

You live according to your pain
Lovely lady, get rid of that burden
Make up your mind and join the laughing crowd
Can’t tell the fools from the wise men

But it’s beautiful, the way they see the morning
Wonderful, the way they can’t stop talking
Charming souls, on their way to love
Join them and release your heavy thoughts

An extraordinary rainbow walks your way
Sudden hand-claps shake the just born sky
Unforgettable, that’s all you are today
Everything illuminates your mind

And it’s beautiful, the way you see the morning
Wonderful, the way you can’t stop talking
Charming soul, on its way to love
Join them and release your heavy thoughts

Some of them would tell you it’s a circus
Others would’ve called it Judgment Day
We just call it birth of brand new morning
Wait till dinner time, it’s not come yet

Somehow I believe you’ll find your pleasure
Chains that you once wore are memory
Nothing holds you down to the ever changing ground
You enjoy the dawn while others sleep

And it’s you in the crowd, without any pain
Without any burdens of the mind you’ve crippled long
Hear me sing a song and I swear we’ll move along
Freedom knows the answer and you’re never really wrong

Keep doing your thing, lovely lady
Keep the colors burning in your head
Some of them would tell you it’s disaster
I can only smile and watch it spread

"Starving Skin"

What’s wrong with the world today
Has it lost its mind
I’m starving skin on skin
Leaving everything behind
Now woman can you help me
I feel I’m gonna drown
What’s wrong with the people
What’s wrong with this town

Starving skin needs your skin
Starving eyes need your eyes
Starving hands need your hands
To fix this hideous hole in the sky

What’s wrong with the time today
Seems I’m always late
I’m starving skin on skin
Looking for a new faith
Now woman can you help me
I feel I’m gonna lose it
What’s wrong with your love, hey
What’s wrong if I choose it

Starving skin needs your skin
Starving eyes need your eyes
Starving hands need your hands
To fix this hideous hole in the sky

What’s wrong with the streets today
I feel like a complete stranger
I’m starving skin on skin
And I’m looking for some danger
Now woman can you help me
Just take me to your room
What’s wrong with your face, hey
It resembles the moon

Starving skin needs your skin
Starving eyes need your eyes
Starving hands need your hands
To fix this hideous hole in the sky

"Postcards from Japan"

You're surely not the first one
Though you could be the last one
Standing at the ruined
Poetry's threshold
I’m sending you away
On postcards from Japan
Your heart's a used up
Centerfold

Naked girls dance
And I think of romance
But I feel too old
And of no use
Somehow you can find me
Watch out, you might blind me
I feel just as naked
As those girls

You’re getting all my postcards
When the time is right
Some twenty, thirty
Years from now
Waiting in your mailbox
Patient like a tiger
Waiting for your hand
They never bite

You’ll get all my love
In an empty envelope
Write me a letter
I’ll give you some time
The longer you refuse me
The more you entertain me
I’ll wait till you’re older
Imagine wine

I swear I’ll treat you kind
You just step towards the door
You knock just once
You learned your line
God, you look so old now
I swear I’d like to hold you
I’ll keep the blinders down
This one more time

And just in case you’re wondering
Probably very long
Whatever happened
To your writer of song
He’s stuck inside his window
Nothing really changed, love
Sending you regards
And wishing you good

I’ll smoke a cigarette now
I’ll make myself at home now
South of heaven living
Suits me fine
Dancing stoned with Dante
Weeping with the children
Every dawn I witness
Hurts my eyes

I'll be sending you some flowers
Flowers from Japan
To which I hope
You'll add in time
Tears and many stories
Joy and sense of worry
Bliss and pain
And other proper lines

Make those flowers mean much
You still remember postcards
Get out of this threshold
It is lost
No place for a young girl
God, you’re still a child now
Get yourself some candy
Fix your hair

Time’s treating me so kindly
We get along so well now
Keeping all our best
For the great event
You’ll be sending me your love back
On these postcards from Japan
And I promise I'll get back to you
Forever

And I promise I’ll get back to you
Forever

"Victoria Park" (New poem, 2022/03/15)

I stagger through Victoria Park again
holding on to your heroes
your eyes in the morning after

occasional forms
move my feet and mind
beyond the trees

Oriental trips
other streets and cultures
other bodies open

mellow wings
and ideas of helmets
held-in-suspension – no more a poet

aping the plan of the century
I once knew a girl
soft as ikebana

oceans were her friends
she was the horizon -
square eternal field

now she's Victoria Park
carrying signals from heaven
on through theatrical headlights

"Bard's Woman in the Cool of the Summer Breeze" Update

As days go by, the work on my new album seems to be more focused on other people - I always (well, almost always) produced my music alone, so this year I got a bit tired of this "grind", and have decided to reach out to talented individuals around the world to help me record the album. Can't say who will be involved as of now, because I have just started sending out messages and checking out who might be really into it - but if you're interested in contributing to "Bard's Woman in the Cool of the Summer Breeze" don't hesitate to contact me! It's easy, and we could have a great collaboration going. I've got a feeling that this will be my most "mature" album (well, I will turn 37 this year, so it's time to grow up to my age) - even if the songs are "old favorites" written when I was much younger. I can't wait to share the "King of Kreuzberg" song (written in 2009) in its completed form - it's coming soon!

Meanwhile, here are 2 more raw demos for the album, before other instruments are added to the mix. Fans of Saure Adler might recognize the "Sun in Your Belly" song from the Saure Adler vinyl released on Ramble Records last year, but I figured out, even if the Sternenmadchen-version is cool, that I should sing my own song. So, here it is...

The World of A.J. Kaufmann · "With The Sun In Your Belly" (2022 Demo) - COLLAB OFFER (See description)

The World of A.J. Kaufmann · "Aurora" (2022 Demo)

Tall Yodas at Rozbrat - Houawq!

"Neon Geese" (New poem, 2022/03/01)

stars change position
I watch the Milky Way road to hell
distant Bavarian songs
yolk beat of life

I sit like a woman at the well
trying to sift water from jungle
jungle from flower
flower from seed

I form roads
for American cars
build a hammer of excuse for construction workers
sometimes I miss the village

there is nothing left from it
just echoes bizarre
of a warning
nuclear assault on Japan
the Nam
Afghanistan
and all the war criminals together

dance, dance a lucky dance of rich folks
getting richer on the backs of the poor
getting poorer every day
fighting wars no one really started
participating in destruction
no one really wanted

when I was in school
some airplanes hit some towers
then it was the downfall
then I imagined
terror
but it had a white fat face
not Arabian meadows

so now
I watch the technology fasting
on sometime world from an old song
a purity of life
radio waves from Venus

finding comfort in
worn out LP covers with tropical birds
ringwear mind and spirit
this must be another planet
with neon geese traveling
the atomic lightbulb sky