I met once a woman of another cultural background, English woman who told me about that heroine from children motion pictures - 'wonder woman' who had that magic bag into which an elephant would fit. Such is the case with our idiotic universe. They will tell you at National Geographic that at beginning the universe was smaller than a bus and there was nothing else, not even the space itself. Then big bang... It is as if we too were in the bag of some sort that got ridiculously spacious and holds all those stars of milky way and more, for us to gawk at. I meant to sing about scientists cutting their wrists yet subconsciously I sang 'throats'. Must be all those hollywood movies.
the song 'wonder woman'

Hey my new song - Pole Newman. About me Polish self's hatred for checker sweaters and lawn mowers that I believe pollute more surely than cars and more needlessly. everything went wrong in this Hari krishna punk I dont know the end is ni song . yet I compulsively upload bad bad and good, here goes text:
Me new man man new man,
anarchist boogie man.
No f***in strings attached.
I ain't slave nor stallion,
no, no slave nor stallion.
I scratch my manly crotch.

My genes, they did reconfigure,
My dick got bigger and bigger,
so I could piss you off better,
nice people in checker sweaters.


My daddy a soldier,
fishes at his leasure,
wi' parachute Rambo.
But I am a new man,
anarchistic pro,
different from dad and bro.

I came to be anarchistic.
I want to play punkacoustic.
So why don't you naff off naff off,
you and your lawn mowers, you both.

it's amazing how cultures do differ. first its amazing how them random profiles repeat. the man wi the lil goatee I seen many times already. me polish self I aint seen not once not sir. must be part mayhap of some pre paid advertisin or somink.
anyways there was this lady in a picture profile with the name of 'beauty sleep'. strange but we laborious polish people we dont have no such expressions no m'am.
no beauty sleep in our vocab. similarrly we dont have the 'bird bath' appliance or such, needless to say the word for it. more strange still, since we are the older culture to the american, never mind the overall wealth.
anyways good day from your resident Pole.
you always welcome at my homely experimental avant garde music page.
good day i say

am sittin at a publick place, writing this idea for a new song.
treating this as a vvirtual napkin for writing poetry . in Poland theres lots of these internet coffeys as they call them. never seen no coffee in any of them.
so here goes the rough idea
Im a new man maybe not exactly Paul. still am a brand new man. Im not me mommy not my daddy nor am I my great great grand father who I believe was a gypsy. travelled through eons from India to Europe on them bandwagons, or so I heard on national geographic. my hair is dark blond and my skin is pallid whenever I sit a comp for half an hour, virtual Australian me freckles an all.
due to recombination , genes recombinations throwin of a dice, me Im a new man (not so pretty and bad actor as that one Paul ) . in my case two and two is not four. my mommy hates everybodys guts. my daddy was a professional soldier , he hated and was hated. me I love everybody, blacks with their good up and down vocalisations, their modulations with which my larynx would have eroded had I tried it. I love the Jewes (is this v or w). I walk everyday among their dead cemeteries and manor houses from which they were evicted due to war.I remember them and pity their loss.
I love other Poles. I love the girls. I love avant garde music that nobody dont seem to listen to. I love it truly not becouse it be fashion or whatever.
I am not like a single member of my family dead or alive.

this will be my new homely awkward song. yet it must be somink good . theres a gypsy blood in my cranium.

just wanted to say sorry for my chaotic ramblings this morning. just got so angry by this fellow caucasion from over the pond (me eastern euro pean) . he on a mission to debunk a certain historical figure name of Jesus (my oh my so much religious stuff here - look see the man preceding me self) . This good, mean , you Americans religious an' all , bible in every hotel room or so they say.
so I got so angry at people wildly theorising on about who that person riding an ox really was. while nobodys ever going to know, dont they.
anyways long live incredulity, homely avant friggin garde music , pollacks an' all.
death to home grown philosophers who dont know any better.
beautiful day here at Poland. no high rise tower blocks to block out the sun. good luck an'
take cure
you resident Pole

have encountered today a blog in which the man persuades that am rou8ghghly citing ' Jesus was paedohile ' or else somebody s been pedofile to him.
and in another blog that man said that the world is going to shift its orbit any day soon.
a few days ago Ive seen in the video section a man whats the word jacking off.
me your resident pollack think that them men are birds or a feather.
this is a place for music or so I thought. Im trying to be a garage musician me and no luck so far with no downloads to my music. and theres supposedly millions of music fans here.
sorry dont want to be bitter , just deplore a little the fact that at other places people compared me to this syd i mentioned once or primus or even the old frank zappa.
yet wi my stupid vibes no luck no goin.
as for belief people should chuck mindles divagtions. why not ponder for instance the existence of pain or suffering. in my opinion it aint no mystery, as people advocate it to be when it happens to others. see them Rwanda people million dead before a crack of dawn . very mysterious , everything has its reason in the greater scheme, eh.
so why dont you kick yourself in the groin. and see if you think of mysteries or just succumb to sheer despair.
sorry for sermonising. me I come from close to the town where the late Polish pope was born. must have soink shifted on me; thinking about mysteries and faith.

hey do you listen sometimes to quirky creations from bands/persons like primus, syd barrett, frank zappa, joy division, iggy pop.
the first three Ive been repeatedly (and sometimes derasively ) compared to. I havent ever listened to no primus or no syd barrette . if you create something like them I will gladly listen to. you will listen to mine. the next best thing that can happen to us besides stardom and money.
aha needless to say I dont have the slightest about them primus an' all because Im from Poland. different type of experimentin artist here. has anybody heard the name that I think I hopelessly mangled out of recognition neeser ebb or sth like that. used to be avnt garde and famous some 20 years ago. British I suppose.
all avant friggin garde peoples o the world
unite
pandaredski

here's the text to my new enviro mental song;
Everybody want to drive a car.
Hey remember, every car ride on tar.
Hey remember, car will run on gasoline.
Suddenly you say that war for oil is mean.

ref;
Gimme more chow, you sa say hooray.
Me brick layer and the world me lay.
Gimme more eats you sa say hooray.
Never show your face, snow go away.

Everybody want to rightfully assume,
that they got the right to mxxxxx consume.
Why all of a sudden blame the government.
It's you dumb xxx that have our planet spent.

if you like the text then maybe I can woo yoo into my page for a listen and lets make friends decision. people of all races lets unite to save the frigin planet.

hey folks Ive seen people here askin for listenin. me would like to do same. Im just an exhibitionist son from Polland. cant play no instruments properly. put them mikes into various orifices in guitars and double basses.promise to listen to you stuff first , add me to your site as a friend or something or just let me know of yourself and I listen an add you to my plalist and will listen to smitherings. then you gimme some listen and polls.
regards
your resident Pollack ( you folks come to Poland, here everybody gets downloads and listens for free , dont have to kiss no ass, jus because we dont have dosh for cds.
take cure

hi
my new song enviro mental friendly. very homely.
very punk very acoustic - punkacoustic.
death to cds! long live home spun mp3s!

and camcorders;

At fifteen frames a second
you lose your flowin' grace.
I filmed you wi' my mobile.
You pace a jerky pace.
At one hundred frames a second
I shot you wi' my eye.a
Belholder sees you better.
Just then you may beguile.

Autos in that lane,
your lovely frame,
lubricated on pain
every damn thing.

At thirty frames a second
still lu lu lose your flowin' grace.
I filmed you wi' cam corder.
Still pe pe pace a jerky pace.
At one hundred frames a second
I sho sho shot you wi' my eye.
Beholder sees you better.
Just the the then you may beguile.

Fallin' o' the rain,
flowin' o' your frame,
lubricated on pain
where the beauty lies.

Autos in that lane...

what do I do not to make anybody angry.
I have this feeling I am a Pollack savant genius. only my brain did rewire. only my brain dont go major scale or minor scale. I listen to my own song. think to my self what a strange lovable voice what quaint melodies. like on the serface of the moon armstrong is reported to have said; oh its different but its pretty out here.
and you know the moon theres no blue there there is no riding of the fotons on no air particles because there is no air. yet this armsrtong man . he would have like avant garde. why dont you folks dont like avant garde. three listens to my name no downloads and already Im the king of the world or at least king of the soundclick at avant rock at 10 place and rising. why dont you folks listen to sav avants. that I dont understand.
gooday

place music festival in Poland. and one of the singers some kindo of rapper. he tries to warm up the audience. he goes
put them mo... f ...ing asses in the air and put em m/f hands in the air. what kind of man comes to Poland he aint even from America he takes thousands o dollars in fees and he warms people up wi this warm american adjective. thats when the cussin is bad I say. there was children aplenty and they all educated on American fillms an all. they understood perfect. I know I know all types of words lose the atrocious connotations. still. what kind o man ? I say.
And the winner prize in that festival went to one Shaun Baker or sth. she warmed people up with ; say what say what.
although later on she did sing
hi hey hallo
dont give a sheet what they say la la la
still we could somehow forgieve her ; she as ugly as sin and with terrible hairdo yet good hardrockin singin and somehow pretty and sexy in this you know freddy mercury way;
"I'm all perfect except for my teeth"
hope you heard of that shaun baker , hope europe and america dont live in isolation.
peace an good day from your polish european reporter

just my own

my new song about my unrequitted love/s. am in love day in day out. always unrequi.
word of caution . theres going to be uneven beats aplenty. mostly its on purpose. as picasso is believed to have said 'most of my life Ive tried to paint like a child'
me am tryin to do same with all my instruments made of cardboard and papier mache. I will give away all rights to my splendid melodies. am not proud if rihannas singin it any day soon.

oh my guitars , my guitars made entirely of cardboard and cheese. oh my soul brownish grey the coulour of cardboard.
everything in my music scrap yard infused. no no no glittery new york type of s/crap. the eastern european nonsensical rubbish bin sound and timbre. slightly anarchistic Polish polish/varnish on them home spun productions. the shape of the bins majestic and good old europeanesque. the graveness of the ones experienced in wars and wars of attrition, gin gis khan fool proof. strong luxuriant stuff. and theres gonna be more. by the dozens

why should anybody advertise that they kissed anybody. but what the hell. I kissed a girl. It felf so right.

in hot pursuit for stardom and popularity. does this constitute spamming. hope not.

there was this big bang in Charnobyl. under comminist rule our country then happened to be. so we went and had our little fiesta in the streets on the first of May, communist workers day. people half heartedly believed that we could come to some harm the radioactive clouds flowin past us. but our master did not urge us to take cover so we didnt.
it was such a beautiful day this first of may ther few days after the event in the Ukraine. me an my damsel been there. I did a song all in the present perfect tense. perfect day perfect tense. perfection of an action. completion of an action. this ain't about past , its about completeness an' fruition.

been an been at this state of enviromentally friendly music for ages. killed one tree for my wooden guitar an another tree I killed for my upright wooden bass. apart from that I am not a bad person. am not capitalistic flunkey. I get my instruments from the scrap yard. dont buy em in no music stores. check out my atomsphearic melodies