Words and music by Adam Majdecki-Janicki.
Art by Justin Jackley.
2021.

"Holger Czukay Is My Spiritual Father"

A sound poem about theater and decadence...

"Kryształowy Cień" (feat. Łuska)

"Akhenaten To The Stars"

"Kazakh Nights"

"Sands"

Everyone tries to be free
So keep your hands away from me
Cause I don't need to be controlled
And I don't need your laws at all
I wanna feel happy and be content
Singing my song and walking this land
Looking up with my morning eyes
I carry my song right to the skies
Alright

It's hard to spread your fairy wings
In a world full of queens and kings
Your brothers and sisters moan and cry
Every time I hear them I wonder why
It's the concrete - clashes them to the ground
Ears are raped with sustained sounds
No feelings in these frozen hearts
The art of war is the only art
Come on

You speak of violence and you speak of hate
I wish I could but I can’t relate
I’m dying lonely in the urban shade
My heart is naked and my dues were paid
Long time before you even started to walk
Long time before you found a reason to talk
I’ve got no culture so the preacher says
I’ve got no reason to exist anyway
So what

"Flower In Asphalt"

It's been a laughing Friday
It's been a laughing Saturday
But now it's time for crying Sunday
It's been a long, long journey
It's been a journey just for you
And now I leave on a crying Sunday

But I don't feel like crying
My eyes are dry
I feel like laughing
And I don't know why

It's been a drinking Friday
It's been a drinking Saturday
But now it's time for sober Sunday
It's been a long, long journey
It's been a journey good for me
And now I leave on a drinking Sunday

But I don't feel like drinking
My throat is dry
I feel like crying
And I don't know why

"Crying Sunday"

England, England, wir haben das gesehen! Brooklyn! http://enoughrec.bandcamp.com/album/silent-revolution-deafening-meditation

"Berger Asparagus"

"Island"

Are we really, really alive
Behind the curtain of stone
Are we really, really insane
Are we mystics without a home
Are we really alone in the rain
Is there someone behind the door
Are we really, really alive
You don’t love me anymore

Are we really, really the same
We haven’t changed a bit
Drawn back from the Summer of Love
Put back on our drug-driven feet
Are we really, really alive
Can’t tell from behind your eyes
Are we really so young, so vain
I don’t love you for what you are

Are we really, really so grown
Are we holding onto our guns
Is the promise of feast ever there
Has the moon overshadowed the sun
Are we really, really insane
Can’t walk out of my Babylon
Are we really waiting for love
I don’t crave for your hand anymore

Are we really so stoned, so brave
The rooftops our tightrope, our sword
Are we really, really insane
Is that question the curtain call
Are we really the dream we lived through
Through and through, on and on
Are we really, really alive
You’re not so safe and so sure

Are we really the headstones we marked
Inscriptions taking you home
Are we really, really alive
In the wake of Indian ghosts
Are we really the dawn we can’t see
Are we vanishing into the pale
Are we really, really alive
The graveyard so dim and so stale

"Are We Really Alive"

Words and Music by Adam Majdecki-Janicki.

So you found a chapel where the crystal shadow sleeps
And you heard a laughter where the Christian lion eats
Let go of the mirror where your minion meets the clown
In this yawning tunnel where the queer has lost his crown
Silent splendor takes you
Just before the break of day
To a door that wakes you
Into the errors of your way

Eating grapes of madness from an aging satyr’s hand
Running with elation only dead men understand
In the loosened echoes of a spirit once so strong
You can hear the vineyards where the poets weaved their songs
Silent splendor warns you
For it knows your tongue is fake
And your loved one scorns you
For the forests and the lakes

Drifting with the strangers on a one way cobblestone street
Under broken streetlights falling straight to the demon’s pit
Will you save your lover from the jaws and claws of sin
Just before you answer you are sure that she’ll give in 
Silent splendor calls you
Though it knows that it’s too late
For your spirit’s wasteland
To reverse the dead man’s fate

Where the dawn stood naked me and horror used to meet
There was something sacred in the way I faced defeat
As I bid my body to the fragrance of his night
And I crucified it on the spinning web of life
Silent splendor shakes you
Just before it calls your name
Quiet force will break you
And release you from your pain

"Silent Splendor"

I am now on archive.org https://archive.org/details/@adammajdeckijanicki expect free audio and text directly from the source. More to come!

"Forever Gerade Aus"

Inspired by Helene Hegemann's book and early Nirvana. Recorded today at Amaranth House.

"Axolotl Roadkill"

He’s like a prince, he’s like a leaf
He’s like a rich man and he’s like a thief
He’s like the moon, and he’s like the stars
He’s like the heavens, bejeweled and far

Sunblazed unicorn
Dancing above the sky
Sunblazed unicorn
Dancing above the sky

He’s like the winter, he’s like the spring
He’s like a mountain, he’s like the wind
Blowing around you, tangled and free
He’s like a river making love to the sea

Sunblazed unicorn
Dancing above the sky
Sunblazed unicorn
Dancing above the sky

He’s like a wise man, he’s like a fool
He’s like a meadow, a flower of cool
He’s like the sunrise, sunset and dreams
He’s like a sword in a tight pearly sheath

Sunblazed unicorn
Dancing above the sky
Sunblazed unicorn
Dancing above the sky

"Sunblazed Unicorn"

I reached for a hand yet there was a claw
'Twas sharp as a razor and white as a dove
My hand started bleeding and soon there were lips
They started to suck on my blood young and sweet
And they were so cold and they were so strange
And soon there were eyes until now beyond range

And they started looking inside of my heart
And terror did shake them and the lips did back out
And my blood stopped flowing and there was no claw
And there was no curtain and there was no door

Still I reached for a knob yet there was a breast
And lower the bosom with lust for caress
And higher the navel, the first universe
And higher the temple where safe I shall rest

The eyes of her nipples started scanning my face
And soon she backed out with a hint of disgrace
And there was no breast, no bosom in sight
And there was no navel but still hallowed night

I reached for the draperies of moonlight and mist
I searched and I searched ‘til I came 'pon a fist
Inside was a rose of fierce splendor red
And of wine and her petals the fist slowly bled
I opened the fist and there was a claw
'Twas sharp as a razor and white as a dove
I opened the fist and there was a claw
Sharp as a razor and white as a dove

"The Claw" (2010)

From one of the greatest Poets of XXth century, Hank Williams.

"Alone And Forsaken"

Silver gates are darkened now in eternity
Cigarette burnt to the end lies on the ground
And all the things that are and that will possibly be
Make me smile and soon I'll lose my mind
Alleygates of sin

I don't move unless I need another shot
So I seek gently for my pulsing vein
Cigarette burnt to the end, black underwear
All I need is electricity to my brain
As I ride the alleygates of sin
Alleygates of sin

Read a story in a paper and I'm really scared
Cause there's a whole expedition already prepared
They wanna capture me and make me god
Cause they need somebody for a TV spot
God?
Ha ha hahaha ha
Alleygates of sin
Alleygates of sin

My hair is long but my brains are short
Getting high is my favorite sport
I got no muscles to prove my power
But anytime you call I'll find a free hour
As you ride the alleygates of sin
Alleygates of sin

"Alleygates Of Sin"

I've been the child called Jesus Christ
I've been the monk who burnt himself
But nobody cares
Only crying will be our fate
The way to hell

I'm the sign in everything
I'm the comet in the sky
But people only see the dove, her wings
How lovely, they say, but they don't really see
Make me feel better

Evolution took its way
We're rocking on the moon
But our mind is no super mind
Animalism will take our place soon
Make me feel better

"Way To Paradise" (JANE Cover)

Feat. Michalina Łuzińska.

Wilderness
The barren sky
Wilderness
Where angels die

Trip your mind
The ancient moon
Madness vast
Will find you soon

Wilderness, wilderness remains
Wilderness, wilderness insane

Wilderness
Soft solitude
Wilderness
No thought intrudes

Wilderness
Your secret gold
Wilderness
She’s so old

Wilderness, wilderness remains
Wilderness, wilderness insane

Wilderness
Pale and cold
Wilderness
Pain untold

Drown with me
In crystal night
Hear the song
Of sad moonlight

Wilderness, wilderness remains
Wilderness, wilderness insane

"Wilderness"

"Echoes Of Planet Earth"

It's been 20 years since I've been making noise and music. I hope you enjoy this track.

"20 Years"

I'm drifting like a stranger on a leaf
Feeling like a cloud so out of reach
Letting galaxies and men collide
Softly driven to the other side

I have golden wings
I'm an angel
Trapped forever in this land
I have golden wings
I'm an angel
Trapped forever in this land

I'm living like a flower in the waste
Feeling like a castle with no name
Time and presence locked inside its walls
Friends forever hear me as I call

I have golden wings
I'm an angel
Trapped forever in this land
I have golden wings
I'm an angel
Trapped forever in this land

"Weird Axis"

Wanna give you love in the wind
Carried thru the skies on silver wings
The winds of time blow thru me
Let me flow, I wanna be

Tuesday
Inner use day
Open sky day
Win and die
Tuesday
Inner use day
Open air day
Do or lie
This is off and that is on
C'mon
Hey

This is off and that is on
Motionless in his iron throne
This is open and that is closed
Counting lines of overdose

Tuesday
Inner use day
Open sky day
Win and die
Tuesday
Inner use day
Open air day
Do or lie
I am no more led by this puppet lord

Tuesday
Inner use day
Open sky day
Win and die
Tuesday
Inner use day
Open air day
Do or lie
Now I have just become

"On Air"

"Wannabe"

"Rain Woman"

"Tiroler Nightmare Association in Psych Motorik Rhythms"

Yesterday jam @ Pan Gar. Vocals inaudible, sorry for that...

Quasar One

"Jantar" (with Michalina Łuzińska)

"Botanic"

Jam Session 2021/10/22

Music and artwork by Adam Majdecki-Janicki. Live bass plus synth improv.

"Gwiazdy w Chmurach o Poranku"

"Plantspeak"

"Love Is Gothic Cathedrals"

Buy yourself a good slice of vinyl:
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A.J. Kaufmann: The Stoned Gypsy Wanderer
Poland’s undisputed chief psych-out poet laureate A.J. Kaufmann releases whatever the hell he wants because he’s like the Jandek freak folk psych-master of Poland and he just keeps releasing quality material…more than 100 in 10 years in fact.
A.J. has also released more books of poetry than Rimbaud, Blake and Walt Whitman combined. Imagine having that sort of output and talent? Ramble is over the moon to be releasing the long-lost rarity The Stoned Gypsy Wanderer and let’s hope you are one of the lucky ones to snap it up because it’s destined to become a psych masterpiece. 
The Stoned Gypsy Wanderer is two parts Syd Barrett, a smidge of the Butthole Surfers, a cup of Country Joe and the Fish with Chrome at the console. On the words A.J might be channelling André Breton and Baudelaire but his surreal-laded lyrics belong to him and him alone. 
Comes with original cover artwork by Justin Jackley (Austin, Texas), complete with lyrics.

"From a lost location in western Poland, halfway between Berlin and Warsaw, Adam Majdecki-Janicki conjures in his music the most abstract guitars of krautrock with hints of noise folk. The result refers to a crossing between Flying Saucer Attack and Amon Düül II or to an UFO landing in the Middle Ages of forests and villages. All nicely for the lovers of the return to entheogenic dreams. Flutes, freeways at dawn, distortions and echoes are his arsenal. Science fiction transmuted into rural psychedelia, or in Adam's words, "pure life, pure art"."
(Perú Avantgarde)

"Adam Majdecki-Janicki offers outstanding music, like an archive noise, an open breath on a film from another era. An experiment that makes sound a landscape, a sound/space continuum. 

Yuri Morozov is the great inspiration, the clever and resourceful electronics of these studios piercing the solitude of the bands and official orchestras. There is no commemoration in this tribute to the great Russian composer. Perception alone, the memory of a burning film, a stalker in search of a mirrored universe. Adam Majdecki-Janicki makes textures-cassettes, sound worlds buried in the memory of a sky full of stars. Eimi, or the open sound of a walking talent."
(Snow in Water Records)

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