Lyrics of Bunden Af Fødekæden - Pede B

Bunden Af Fødekæden (original)

Stilheden imellem os er som tusind skrig
Direkte ind i øret, det øredøvende uden lige'
Men helt ærligt så ved jeg slet ikke hvad jeg skulle sig'
For at løfte det humør min co-chauffør er ude i
Vi kører en omvej, kun for at overveje
Om der' andre metoder at afslut' den her dårlig' leg'
Svaret vi kommer frem til er stadig et ornligt' nej
Har ellers altid noget i baghånden så det her' et dårligt tegn
De gode foreslag er alle forsvundet
Mobilen har konstant summet, så ha smider den i handskerummet
Han ved at dem der ringer ik' kan vent' halvanden måned
De vil ha' mønter nu, så hans mund den er fastlukket
Kører mod Jimmy for at ku' gi' ham og mig lidt fred
Ka' mærke der' noget galt da jeg drejer ned mod hans lejlighed
Døren til opgangen er losset ind
Gad vide hvor meget Jimmy egentlig sidder fast i det her edderkoppespind
Lejligheden er splittet ad, kunne ligne et sceneskred
Jimmy er stille, udover det virker han ikke vred
Sætter sig i en sofa med et blik som om han lige fik en hashpsykose
Nu ligner både studiet og Jimmys hjem sgu en katastrofe
Piben har fået en anden tone, en alvorlig en
Manden der plejede at være overlegen, har fået et lidt hårdt problem
Så efter ti minutter sir' han rimlig' udmattet
Det nok er bedst hvis han lige tar' et par uger til udlandet
Og det svært at sige ham imod
Når manden han næsten har en pris på sit hoved'
Måske de ku' komme tilbage lige om lidt
De der folk der faktisk godt vil spilde hans blod
Fylder en taske med tøj, blinker nervøst mens han rister en smøg
Har brændt sine naller, og karmaen kalder
Det en sandhed som han ik' kan knæk eller bøje
Går med ham mod et stoppested
Øjnene kører op og ned
Bange for at rende ind i de drenge han har fucket med
Hans tanker om knapper i madrasser og en kongekæde
Er bremset og rettet til at drengen må se at kom' afsted
For Ivans lille brigade, tog de penge som Jimmy havde
Jeg ville være en frygtelig ven hvis jeg bare virkede ligeglad
Men der' en hæveautomat på næste sidegade
Lad os om der er noget tilbage min byture de ik' har taget
14.000 og det' ik' i plus, det meste er røget på spiritus
Kassekreditten er oppe på tyve så de sidste seks de kan lige suges
Min ven er ude og skide og vi snakker ik' det lille hus
Man skal husk' at se sig for hvis man skal lege fidibus
Så han får det sidste har, mere end nok til en flybillet
Plus det løse, han så kan spise, drikke eller ryge væk
Det som en skattejagt efter ordene, det svært at finde noget at sige
7−9-13 bank under bordene, og snart er hans flugt forbi
Jeg kender hans stil, han gir' mig et smil der ik' er helt overbevisende
Han griner og siger slap af det jo ikke fordi jeg skal sove i en kiste
Jeg kommer tilbage så snart jeg har fundet en måde at ordne min krise
Indtil da er det bedst jeg bare chiller for Ivan har ik' været så sjov på det
sidste
Gir' ham et enkelt kram og mumler et på gensyn
Ingen af os kan sige hvornår han er hjemme i hjembyen
Drejer om på hælen og går tilbage til bilen igen
Uden den fjerneste idé om hvornår jeg kan se min ven
Jeg føler mig tom og går derfra uden en mønt på min lom
Fortalte ham om Ella men drengen han sad bare med et fjæs som om det var støbt
i beton
Og nu er han simpelthen smuttet, flugten over plankeværket
Brændemærket, vi vel tætte så længe jeg har ham i hjertet

(translation)

The silence between us is like a thousand screams
Directly into the ear, the deafening without equal '
But honestly, I do not know what to say '.
To lift the mood my co-driver is out in
We take a detour, just to consider
Whether there are 'other methods to end' this bad 'game'
The answer we come to is still a clear 'no
Otherwise always have something in the back of my hand so this's a bad sign
The good suggestions have all disappeared
The mobile has constantly buzzed, so ha throws it in the glove compartment
He knows that those who call can not 'wait' a month and a half
They want coins now, so his mouth is closed
Driving towards Jimmy to 'give' him and me some peace
Can you feel anything wrong when I turn down towards his apartment
The door to the stairwell has been unloaded
I wonder how much Jimmy is actually stuck in this spider web
The apartment is split apart, could look like a stage landslide
Jimmy is quiet, other than that he does not seem angry
Sits down on a couch with a look as if he just got a hash psychosis
Now both the studio and Jimmy's home look like a damn disaster
The pipe has been given a different tone, a serious one
The man who used to be superior has gotten a little tough problem
So after ten minutes sir 'he reasonably' exhausted
It's probably best if he's just taking a few weeks abroad
And it's hard to say him against
When the man he almost has a price on his head '
Maybe they could come back in a little while
Those people who actually well want to spill his blood
Fills a bag with clothes, blinks nervously as he shakes a smoke
Has burned his teddy bears and karma is calling
It's a truth he can not crack or bend
Walks with him towards a stop
The eyes run up and down
Afraid to run into the boys he's fucked with
His thoughts on buttons in mattresses and a king chain
Is slowed down and directed so that the boy can see that he is leaving
For Ivan's little brigade, they took the money that Jimmy had
I would be a terrible friend if I just seemed indifferent
But there's an ATM on the next side street
Let's if there's anything left my city trips they've not taken
14,000 and the 'ik' in plus, most are smoked on liquor
The overdraft is up to twenty so the last six they can just be sucked
My friend is out fucking and we'm not talking the little house
You have to remember to watch out for if you are going to play fidibus
So he gets the last has, more than enough for a plane ticket
Plus the loose he can then eat, drink or smoke away
It like a treasure hunt for the words, it hard to find something to say
7−9-13 knock under the tables, and soon his escape is over
I know his style, he gives me a smile that is not completely convincing
He laughs and says get rid of it not because I have to sleep in a coffin
I will be back as soon as I have found a way to fix my crisis
Until then, it's best I'm just chilling for Ivan, it's not been that fun
last
Give him a simple hug and mumble one again
None of us can say when he's home in his hometown
Turns on the heel and goes back to the car again
Without the remotest idea of ​​when I can see my friend
I feel empty and walk away without a coin in my pocket
Told him about Ella but the boy he just sat with a face as if it had been cast
in concrete
And now he has simply slipped, fleeing over the fence
The brand, we probably close as long as I have him in my heart