6.12. Taco Hemingway – Deszcz na betonie

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Although young MC Taco Hemingway (real name Filip Szcześniak, born 1990 in Cairo) was first discovered on Youtube and in English in 2013, he is today more than just an insiders’ tip. Last year he was awarded the Fryderyk Prize for the best hip-hop album. Today’s clip was the first single from his album “Marmur” (marble), released on November 2nd 2016. In his typical staccato style he prefers rapping about his life using sometimes surprising metaphors. With this goodie we wish you a nice train ride during which you hopefully eat your St. Nicholas chocolates!

[h3]Taco Hemingway – Rain on the concrete[/h3]

I’m coming back to Warszaw with the express’
I left her in the hotel with the words “gotta go, have some things to take care of”
Every problem I had, was long overdue
I come back to the music, if the radio waves are still well disposed towards me
One and a half years, if my ID number is still known
Everyone around me boasting forever
You asked for the rover, he was hidden at the coast
There I stayed throughout this whole heavy, marble-like summer and licked the wounds
To different worlds bite each other in my head
I want to stay outside of the drift, but the ghost of platin is luring me
On the one hand, I’d be chocked up by writing a rap-song
On the other hand, I want to make money and feel nothing
I came up with a new project which will destroy my writer’s block and the walls in my head
But now I’m sitting in the buffet car with a cup of train-broth
And the fear that I’ll never forget the smell of your skin

Chorus
Your skin smells like the last days of summer
Today the air smells like the last days of summer
Rain on the concrete, rain on the concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of summer
What do I need a train if you’re not at the platform
And the melody stops, like at the Krakow Hejnal (*)
Your skin smells like the last days of summer
(Like the last days)
Today the air smells like the last days of summer
(Like the last days)
Rain on the concrete, rain on the concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of summer
(Like the last days)
What do I need a train if you’re not at the platform
And the melody stops

People in love need pathos
I try to stay down-to-earth and I got a means for it
I will not tell you, that your presence is a present of the fate,
A melody of the lark or a damn lotus flower,
(More) like the smell of good coffee in the morning,
Short sleeves on a summer day, the smell of freshly cut grass,
Full tank, empty street, green lights,
The radio plays a song from one of your underrated bands
(You are) like an unexpected tax refund,
A second weekend for all the ones drowning in their office world
If everyone around me is not making a sound, I always listen to your voice
Like a vinyl hissing in the morning
It knocks against the pane if you sleep next to a women like you’re alone
If you wake up in the dawn, you feel a passing unsettledness,
You grab your jacket, everything’s there: wallet, keys, telephone
And her hair smells like the last days of summer

Chorus
Your skin smells like the last days of summer
Today the air smells like the last days of summer
Rain on the concrete, rain on the concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of summer
What do I need a train if you’re not at the platform
And the melody stops, like at the Krakow Hejnal
Your skin smells like the last days of summer
(Like the last days)
Today the air smells like the last days of summer
(Like the last days)
Rain on the concrete, rain on the concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of summer
(Like the last days)
What do I need a train if you’re not at the platform
And the melody stops

The express train is close to the station
Central station at Warszaw, nobody is waiting for me at the platform
Incognito, because I’m without a beard
Don’t search me on the web, there probably won’t be any posts
My words always humble, there probably won’t be any ornaments
Good intentions, there probably won’t be any thorns
Life has changed, since I sing in Polish
Now I have to lop off, see you at the wax (**)

Chorus
Your skin smells like the last days of summer
Today the air smells like the last days of summer
Rain on the concrete, rain on the concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of summer
What do I need a train if you’re not at the platform
And the melody stops, like at the Krakow Hejnal
Your skin smells like the last days of summer
(Like the last days)
Today the air smells like the last days of summer
(Like the last days)
Rain on the concrete, rain on the concrete
Your skin smells like the last days of summer
(Like the last days)
What do I need a train if you’re not at the platform
And the melody stops

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* The broken Hejnal is played every full hour at the bell tower of St Mary’s Chruch in Krakow as a reminder to the legend from the attack of the Tatars in the year 1241, as a trumpet player shall have been shot by an arrow while playing
** Reference to his song “Wax”, with the chorus “The launches are winding like wax and take over the salon.”

Translated by Kuba & Thomas.