Farvel - Pede B

Han hedder Pelle, og han sidder der, pligtskyldig

Selvom han synes foretagendet virker ligegyldigt

Flyder ned i en af de hårde kirkebænke

Skrig og skrål omkring ham så højt at han næsten ik' kan tænke

Her er situationen fra hans perspektiv

Den er sær og mildest talt lidt svær at beskrive

En person der stod ham nær ku' desværre ik' blive i den her verden

Så nu' han videre imod det næste liv

Og et kig rundt her fortæller nu Pelle

At der' regler for hvordan man si’r farvel til et menneske

Personen der ik' er her nu, han ku' godt li' rapmusik

Nu synger de salmer i et rum med dårlig akustik

Hvorfor alle rutinerne

Det må da have en årsag

Måske tradition, måske mangel på bedre forslag

Pelle kan huske personen sagde for år tilbage

Han ik' gav en fuck for blomster, men det' hvad han får i dag

Ved et alter, salmer

Hvad har det at gøre med personen man faktisk ku' snak' med lige før

Han var ik' kristen, mente der var noget større

Men troede kun fast på ting man ku' ræk' frem og røre

Der' helt sikkert noget der ikke svinger

Når han ligger der og stener til Steen Steensen Blicher

Gider ik' hidse sig op, selvom det' nemt at bli'

Så han lukker øjnene i og tæller til ti

Og da han når til femte tal, hører han en stemme kalde

Der gør han overrasket spærrer øjnene op og glemmer alt

Han kigger rundt, og tror et splitsekund

Han hører en bestemt stemme, men tænker det ville være pissedumt

Så han lukker igen øjnene og slapper af

Prøver at lukke verden ude og læner sig tilbage

Men det næste han ser ved det store alter

Er dagens hovedperson, han ka' ik' tro på det passer

Så han skriger hans navn, men ingen hører det

Som om de alle bare vælger at lukke ørerne

Han tænker

(Ingen ser det samme, som jeg ser)

For han ka' ik' tro det han observer'

For hele scenariet er bare for underligt

Personen går ned fra alteret, og ta’r de få skridt

Mod Pelle, smiler som en fotomodel

Siger «Tak fordi du kom til det store farvel»

Og Pelle ka' kun tænke

Det her er umuligt

Men så melder 100 spørgsmål sig hurtigt

Hvor' du nu, hvordan er der på den anden side

«Pelle, alle de ting skal du nok få at vide i tide

Jeg ville ønske vi ku' mødes i en anden sammenhæng

Men det var åbenbart min tur til at bli' fragtet hjem»

Lige der ka' Pelle ik' skjule sin forargelse

Over den her pisse-upersonlige begravelse

Der' ik' noget af det her shit som jeg ku' ønske mig

Det' som om de her mennesker slet ikke har mødt dig

Jeg kan nærmest ik' kontrollere mine følelser

Når jeg ser hvordan det her arrangement forløber

Fucking bøsser, skal det være hvad du efterlod

Efter alle dine leve-år på den her klode

Det' som om at

(Ingen ser det samme, som jeg ser)

«Men så' det dig med problemet, ik' folkene her

Det her er ik' mit eftermæle, det' bare en epilog

Folk vil ik' huske mig sådan, det må du ikke tro

De har brug for at sige farvel for at ku' få indre ro

Der findes idéer her der er pisse gode»

Men det her har ik' noget at gøre med din levemåde

«Prøv at hør, du ka' ik' gøre eller skrive noget

Der ka' opridse de ting jeg har nået

Prøver bare at sige, der' ik' en rigtig eller en forkert måde

Folk er forvirrede og handler derefter

La' nu vær' at dømme dem som latterlige mennesker

Hvis de vil sige farvel sådan her, så la' dem

Begrav mig i dag, og drik grav-øl hele natten»

Okay, så det du mener er ligefrem

At det eneste rigtig vigtige er at du får sagt farvel for sidste gang

«Det var det eneste jeg havde af forventninger

Til dagen hvor folk skulle sige farvel til mig

Så tak fordi du kom

Vi ses igen min ven»

Og på et sekund er skikkelsen væk igen

Arrangementet er slut, og til en stille sang

Snegler hele selskabet sig ud af kirkens gang

Pelle sidder der et minut eller to

Og ka' ik' tro hvad han så, men føler sig fyldt med ro

Han tænker

(Ingen ser det samme, som jeg ser)

Si’r farvel min ven

Og skrider hjem igen

(Ingen ser det samme, som jeg ser)

His name is Pelle, and he sits there, dutifully

Although he thinks the company seems indifferent

Floating down into one of the hard church pews

Screams and shouts around him so loud that he can hardly think

Here is the situation from his perspective

It is strange and, to say the least, a little difficult to describe

Someone who stood near him could unfortunately not stay in this world

So now he's on towards the next life

And a look around here now tells Pelle

That there are rules for how to say goodbye to a human being

The person who's not here now, he likes rap music

Now they are singing hymns in a room with poor acoustics

Why all the routines

There must be a reason

Maybe tradition, maybe lack of better suggestions

Pelle can remember the person said years ago

He did not give a fuck for flowers, but that's what he gets today

At an altar, hymns

What does it have to do with the person you could actually 'talk' to just before

He was not a Christian, he thought there was something bigger

But only firmly believed in things you could 'reach' forward and touch

There 'definitely something that does not swing

When he lies there and stones to Steen Steensen Blicher

Do not bother to get upset, even if it's easy to stay '

So he closes his eyes and counts to ten

And when he reaches the fifth number, he hears a voice calling

There he makes a surprise, closes his eyes and forgets everything

He looks around, thinking for a split second

He hears a certain voice but thinks it would be pissed off

So he closes his eyes again and relaxes

Trying to shut the world out and lean back

But the next thing he sees at the great altar

Is the main character of the day, he can 'not' believe it fits

So he shouts his name, but no one hears it

As if they all just choose to close their ears

He is thinking

(No one sees the same as I see)

For he can 'not' believe what he observes'

For the whole scenario is just too weird

The person descends from the altar and takes a few steps

Towards Pelle, smiling like a photo model

Says "Thank you for coming to the big goodbye"

And Pelle can only think

This is impossible

But then 100 questions come up quickly

Where 'you now, how is there on the other side

"Pelle, you should probably get to know all those things in time

I wish we could meet in a different context

But it was obviously my turn to be 'transported home'

Right there, 'Pelle ik' can hide his indignation

Over this piss-impersonal funeral

There's' none of this shit that I could wish for

It's like these people have not met you at all

I can hardly control my emotions

When I see how this event goes

Fucking gays, that should be what you left behind

After all your life-years on this planet

It's like that

(No one sees the same as I see)

'But then it's you with the problem, not the people here

This is not my legacy, it's just an epilogue

People do not want to remember me like that, do not believe it

They need to say goodbye in order to have inner peace

There are ideas here that are piss good »

But this has nothing to do with your lifestyle

"Try to hear, you can not do or write anything

It can outline the things I have achieved

Just trying to say there 'ik' a right or a wrong way

People are confused and act accordingly

Let'n now 'judge them as ridiculous people

If they want to say goodbye like this, leave them

Bury me today and drink grave beer all night »

Okay, so what you mean is straightforward

That the only thing really important is that you get to say goodbye for the last time

“It was the only thing I had of expectations

To the day when people had to say goodbye to me

So thank you for coming

See you again my friend »

And in a second, the figure is gone again

The event is over, and to a quiet song

The whole company snails out of the church aisle

Pelle sits there for a minute or two

And can not believe what he saw, but feels calm

He is thinking

(No one sees the same as I see)

Say goodbye to my friend

And steps home again

(No one sees the same as I see)