Taco Hemingway - Koła

[INTRO]

Okay, Phil.. let’s start. We have Warsaw, 5 days later Katowice. Quick comeback to WWA and we fly to Trójmiasto. Over there twice in Sopot, a week later twice in Wrocław. Then Lublin, 3 shows in Poznań. Kraków, I guess it’s 2 shows but…

[VERSE 1]

Johnny’s talking about the concerts
I ask - how many?
As many as you can - he says
I grab the carafe, take a glass for pouring some wine
Johnny’s still talking
I take a sip, I ask, how many circles?
He’s leering like Boniface at Filemon
Eyes like dimes
They shine like Bono’s sunglasses
His mouth spit numbers, it’s a big sum
My brain again in panic, so I’ll take a shot
Rapid pulse in my veins like I’d found a vein of gold
These concerts Johnny, how many of them?
How many per week and for how many months?
How much should I play, with whom and for how much?
I wanna have so much dough to create a few weird legends
Still a few brands give me weird gifts
Maybe they want me to tag their Instas and FBs
Some pretty singers want me to write their lyrics
But I’d rather fly alone, lie these verses down on the beats
Sometimes I worry that I won’t notice
A light bulb burnt through a golden lampshade
And I won’t notice this horrible pain
‘Cause there’s no time
I need to make money

[CHORUS]

There will be a nice show
But how much I ask, how many circles?
Speak numbers, the rate, how many circles?
The album is going good
But how much I ask, how many circles?
These singing crowds
But how much I ask, how many circles?
Speak numbers, the views, how many circles?
It’s a strange geometry, right David?
That squares and triangles make so many circles
That squares and triangles make so many circles
Dude, dude, I bow down!

[VERSE 2]

Whatcha doing Phil?
Actually I’m Gesslering - I travel across Poland and complain
I always gripe
Nobody understands why I’m not happy at all
Sometimes when I fall asleep, I feel like I’m already in a coffin
I try to pretend that I feel valiantly
Under my fuzz a strange fear is slouching
Mom asks me if I want some money, I say - no thanks
I’m saving money, cause in August I’ll be an uncle
Sister’s pregnant
I get worried about Zika virus
No storks at my place, a new life brought by Pelikan
I write bullshit with my pen, somehow it got to a few Empiks
I don’t wanna lose my soul, must put my steps like Kendrick
A few of you will listen to it, but how many will read?
So many of them asking for new tracks
30 messages per hour like: “Where’s the album?!”
Be patient son, most of the road is already behind me

[CHORUS]

There will be a nice show
But how much I ask, how many circles?
Speak numbers, the rate, how many circles?
The album is going good
But how much I ask, how many circles?
These singing crowds
But how much I ask, how many circles?
Speak numbers, the views, how many circles?
It’s a strange geometry, right David?
That squares and triangles make so many circles
That squares and triangles make so many circles
Dude, dude, I bow down!

[VERSE 3]
I don’t know why I get stressed out about the show
I’d like to be quiet like I grasped my promise in Omertha
I was supposed to have vacation but Johnny got a big contract
The other thing is - it’s cool the see the envelope getting thicker
I’ll upload this EP to torrents
On my website I’ll put a big statement “Taco This Way!”
I fuck the money from mp3s, come to my concerts
I want you to know these lyrics like you know Christmas songs
In spite of it all I’m somehow nervous
Everything’s being recorded, the whole room’s shooting Snaps
I look at my calendar and come up with a tempting plan
Neglect the tour road and have a side turn
Maybe this idea is faint but
I’ll run into Poland into flora and fauna
Maybe the sea will help me or the mountain wind will bust me
I leave my car and catch a cab, I say: “Train station, please!”