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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

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