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  • Taco Hemingway

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Rain on the concrete

I'm going back to Warsaw in an express train
I left her in the hotel saying "Gotta go, I have things to do"
Every issue I've had has expired now
I come back to music, if I'm still allowed this ether
One and a half year and you still know my PESEL1
Everyone around is constantly foaming at mouth
You ask where has Fifi2 been, he was hidden at the coast
I spent the whole summer there, licking marble wounds
Two different worlds fight each other in my head
I don't want to be mainstream, but the vision of platinum is tempting
On one hand I'd like to one day feel moved again when writing rap
On the other I'd like to make money and feel nothing else besides that
I came up with a new project which will crush my writer's block and the walls in my mind
But now I'm sitting in a dining car with a cup of bad coffee
Afraid that I'll never forget the scent of your skin
 
Your skin smells like the last days of holidays
The air today smells like the last days of holidays
Rain on the concrete, rain on the concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of holidays
Why do I need this train if you're not waiting at the station
And the melody cuts off like St. Mary's trumpet call3
Your skin smells like the last days of holidays
(Like the last days)
The air today smells like the last days of holidays
(Like the last days)
Rain on the concrete, rain on the concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of holidays
(Like the last days)
Why do I need this train if you're not waiting at the station
And the melody cuts off li...
 
People in love want pathos
I try to stay down to earth and I have a method for it
I won't tell you that your presence is like a gift from fate
Or like a larks' song, or a fucking lotus flower
(It is like) The smell of good coffee in the morning
Short sleeves on a summer day, smell of mown grass
Full tank, empty road, a series of green lights
Radio playing a song from one of your underrated bands
(You are like) An unexpected tax refund
A long weekend for those drowning in the world of corporations
When everyone around sounds muffled
I still drink your voice
Like the vinyl hum in the morning
The sound of a storm that's pounding on the concrete
Banging on the windows when you fall asleep alone or with a woman
When you wake up at night, feeling anxious for a while
You grab a jacket, everything's in it
Wallet, keys, phone
 
And her hair smells like the last days of holidays
The air today smells like the last days of holidays
Rain on the concrete, rain on the concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of holidays
Why do I need this train if you're not waiting at the station
And the melody cuts off like St. Mary's trumpet call
Your skin smells like the last days of holidays
(Like the last days)
The air today smells like the last days of holidays
(Like the last days)
Rain on the concrete, rain on the concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of holidays
(Like the last days)
Why do I need this train if you're not waiting at the station
And the melody cuts off li...
 
Express train heading to a stop
Warsaw Center, no one is waiting for me at the station
I'm incognito when I'm shaved
Don't look for me online, there's probably no posts
My words are always humble, there's probably no decorations
Good intentions, there's probably no spikes
My life changed when I started singing in Polish
Now I have to run away4, see you at Wosk5
 
Your skin smells like the last days of holidays
The air today smells like the last days of holidays
Rain on the concrete, rain on the concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of holidays
Why do I need this train if you're not waiting at the station
And the melody cuts off like St. Mary's trumpet call
Your skin smells like the last days of holidays
(Like the last days)
The air today smells like the last days of holidays
(Like the last days)
Rain on the concrete, rain on the concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of holidays
(Like the last days)
Why do I need this train if you're not waiting at the station
And the melody cuts off li...
 
Express train heading to the platform
The view I see doesn't bring much hope
I ask the passenger "Dude, are you sure this is Warsaw?"
He shrugs, we step out together
The train is just as empty, air carries a draft at the station
"How long have we been at Marble6" - I ask, "I don't know, a month?"
I yell out "Hello", I look for people but I don't know where they are
We step to the surface, my hands are shaking again
My reflection in kiosk window, deep wrinkles shining on my eyelid
I look as if I'm like seventy years old
I quickly head towards Wisła on foot
Instead of Wisła I see skyscrapers, boldly piling up
I hope that someone walks outside from the building
Then suddenly I'm hit with a quite massive revelation
I was stuck in slow motion from my neurotic tendencies
Turns out life went a little bit faster
 
  • 1. Polish identification number
  • 2. Filip Szcześniak, Taco
  • 3. An anthem played every hour in Kraków from the highest tower of the city's Saint Mary's Basilica. Legend says when Kraków was invaded a trumpeter played this anthem to alert of the invasion. He was shot while still playing it, which caused the anthem to end abruptly. That's supposedly the reason why nowadays when it gets played everyday, it also is cut short.
  • 4. It could also translate as just "Now I have to go"
  • 5. Colloquial word for "vinyl" but in this case it also refers to the title of Taco's next EP, which was released not long after this song.
  • 6. The entire album tells a story of the main character spending time in a hotel named "Marble/Marmur"
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