Lyrics of Onsdag Formiddag - Pede B

Onsdag Formiddag (original)

Jeg stod en søvnig onsdag og gabte
Jeg stod en søvnig onsdag og gabte
Elefant
Historien jeg fortæller nu, den virker usandsynlig
Men ikke desto mindre er den sand
For hvis jeg bare fandt på den ville den være ligegyldig
Så tro på jeg mener det såmænd
For det var dengang jeg døjede med et halvkedeligt job
I Fona på Strøget hvor jeg satte cd’er op
Jeg skal ik' spille smart, jobbet havde fordele
Men når man er ung og dum er det så let at overse det
Så jeg stod en søvnig onsdag og gabte
Da en lille ældre mand kom ind
Han kigged' rundt som han ikke vidste hvor han skulle starte
For at finde det han ville finde
Så da han fik øje på mig, ja der gik han med bestemte skridt
Hen imod manden han regnede med kunne hjælpe lidt
Og vi var vant til folk der ik' ku' finde ud af noget
Og blev sure når ting var udsolgt eller udgået
Så jeg tog et servicesmil på læberne
Og spurgte den lille mand om der var noget jeg ku' hjælpe med
Og som sædvanlig efterspurgte han det underligste
Og ville ha' fingrene I en færøsk vuggevise
Men han ku' ik' huske hvad den hed eller på hvilken plade
Så jeg søgte lidt på pc’en selvom jeg ikke gad
Og konkluderede hurtigt I mit stille sind
Jeg ik' ku hjælpe og måtte prøve at få ham til at skride igen
Jeg stod en søvnig onsdag og gabte
Da en lille ældre mand kom ind
Han kigged' rundt som han ikke vidste hvor han skulle starte
For at finde det han ville finde
Som tidligere nævnt var den lille mand på udkig
Efter noget umuligt, og jeg var cirka to skridt
Fra at sige til ham at den plade desværre
Sgu nok ikke var noget som vi havde på lager
Men han forklarede at han havde prøvet I virkelig mange butikker
Og vidste det her sted det var hans sidste chance
Næste der skete vil jeg næsten ik' dele
Fordi I tænker jeg er blæst og forestillet mig det hele
Pludselig begyndte han at klynke helt stille
For I baggrunden begyndte sangen han søgte at spille
En dansk sangerinde havde åbenbart engang
Lavet en coverversion af den eksakte sang
Vi havde et gammeldags anlæg med 10 cd’er
Jeg aner ikke hvordan den endte præcis lige der
Han fældede en tåre imens han sagde til mig
Hans kone skulle begraves, et par dage senere
En af de sidste ting hun havde forklaret
Var at de skulle høre den sang, når hun blev begravet
Og vidste ik' hvad jeg sku' sige, tog cd’en ud
Og ingen I butikken kunne huske hvem der havde sat den I
Fandt tre eksemplarer af det album frem
Han tørrede tårerne bort imens han takkede mig 70 gange
Og gik derfra mens jeg rystede på hovedet
Der var så mange ting jeg slet ikke følte jeg forstod
For hvor’n fuck ku' det nummer netop blive afspillet
Det øjeblik hvor jeg var ved at sende ham hjem tomhændet
Det eneste der giver lidt mening I vanviddet
Er at vi må have fået lidt hjælp, fra den anden side
Jeg' ik' religiøs I traditionel forstand
Jeg tror kun på at vi skal elske og hjælpe hinanden
Og det' uanset hvilken form for mellemmand
Vi skal snakke med før vi skal videre til det næste land

(translation)

I stood one sleepy Wednesday, yawning
I stood one sleepy Wednesday, yawning
Elephant
The story I'm telling now, it seems unlikely
But nonetheless, it is true
Because if I just figured it out, it would not matter
So believe me I mean it
Because that was when I was struggling with a boring job
In Fona on Strøget where I put up CDs
I'm not going to play smart, the job had benefits
But when you are young and stupid, it is so easy to overlook it
So I stood one sleepy Wednesday yawning
When a little older man came in
He looked around like he did not know where to start
To find what he wanted to find
So when he caught sight of me, yes there he went with certain steps
Towards the man he reckoned with could help a little
And we were used to people who could not 'find out' anything
And got angry when things were sold out or discontinued
So I took a service smile on my lips
And asked the little man if there was anything I could help with
And as usual, he demanded the strangest
And wanted his fingers in a Faroese lullaby
But he could not remember what it was called or on what record
So I searched a bit on the PC even though I did not bother
And quickly concluded In my quiet mind
I could not help and had to try to get him to slip again
I stood one sleepy Wednesday, yawning
When a little older man came in
He looked around like he did not know where to start
To find what he wanted to find
As mentioned earlier, the little man was on the lookout
After something impossible and I was about two steps
From telling him that the record unfortunately
Damn it was not something we had in stock
But he explained that he had tried in really many stores
And knew this place it was his last chance
Next thing that happened I would hardly share
Because you think I'm blown away and imagined it all
Suddenly he began to whine completely quietly
For In the background, the song he sought to play began
A Danish singer apparently once had
Made a cover version of the exact song
We had an old-fashioned facility with 10 CDs
I have no idea how it ended exactly right there
He shed a tear while saying to me
His wife was to be buried, a few days later
One of the last things she had explained
Was that they should hear that song when she was buried
And did not know what to say, took out the CD
And no one in the store could remember who put it in
Found three copies of that album
He wiped away the tears while thanking me 70 times
And walked away while shaking my head
There were so many things I did not feel at all I understood
For where the fuck could that song just be played
The moment I was about to send him home empty handed
The only thing that makes a little sense in the madness
Is that we must have gotten some help, from the other side
I '' not religious in the traditional sense
I only believe that we should love and help each other
And that 'no matter what kind of middleman
We need to talk to before we move on to the next country