Текст и перевод песни Østkyst Hustlers - Gamle Homies

Gamle Homies

Venner må ikke være alt for forskellige, men heller ikke alt for ens. Spørger man Jazzy og Bossy direkte vil de begge to svare at ingen kunne være mere forskellige end de er. Det er nemlig noget af
Det der gør dem så ens. Men ægte venskab mellem hustlers er sjældent. Ingen tør stole på hinanden,
Fordi man tror at den anden vil køre et nummer af lige så snart chancen er der. Og som regel har de
Ret. Derfor er venskab mellem hustlers som en blanding af olie og vand. Der skal hele tiden ske noget
Der ryster dem sammen ellers skilles de hurtigt ad. Det er ikke noget problem for Jazzy og Bossy.
Når de to er sammen sker der altid noget.

En følelse af frihed det er det når man har
En motorvej for sig selv og en stor Jaguar
Alt i alt en dejlig bil men man bliver først helt tilfreds
Når svinet sparkes op over 160
Asfaltjunglens rovkat, motoren der spandt
Stregerne i siden var lygtepæle der forsvandt
En svag lyd af sus fra den luft som vi kløvede
Og lakken mere og mere mat af sommerstøvet
Vi passerede et par byer der var tavst i kabinen
Den tavse pause holdt indtil Bossy begyndte at grine
Og sagde: "Kan du huske, jeg tror det var i ottende, hvor vi var blevet smidt ud og gik ned og stjal
Rotten nede i biologilokalet, slap den løs oppe i klassen midt i engelsktimen inde hos hende den gamle
Fru Madsen?"
"Ja, det kan du lige tro. Og jeg kan huske jeg gjorde. Jeg kan udemærket huske hvem det var der
Ikke turde. Og nede hos inspektøren var du tæt på at skide, da du tænkte på din far når han ville få
Det at vide."
"Jeg turde sgu' da godt, og det var også mig der tog den."
Hvad fanden sad han nu og plaprede om idioten
"Det kan da godt være du tog den, men det var mig der slap den løs. Og jeg har eddermame ret når
Jeg siger du var nervøs!"
"Ja, det er sgu' da klart, mand. Du kender jo min far. Han var altid pissesur og han skulle altid lege
Tarzan når jeg kom hjem med sedler, havde lavet noget skidt."
"Og du var for dum til ikke at blive taget så det skete sgu' tit."
"Hvad mener du?"
"Ja den gang du begyndte at male mure og alle dine hjem-fra-politistationen-gåture. Klart de blev
Sure. Du var en tumbe af rang."
"Nå, ja okay. Kan du så huske den gang til fest i Frederiksberg Hallen, hvem blev kaldt sugemallen?
Min søster viste mig et du havde givet hende på ballen. Og hende der. Hvad hed hun? Hende den
Værste øgle. Da jeg fandt dig på et lokum viklet ind i hendes tandbøjle."
"Mmmhhm. Senere da fik du nogen på munden. To tænder slået ud og et støvlespark i bunden. Men
Det er jo hvad der sker når man går og spiller smart. Og når de er flere end dig er det jo ikke så rart."
"Ja, jeg kan godt huske hvem der stod i ringen og så på!"
"Ja, hvad fanden havde du tænkt dig? Skulle jeg vende mig og gå?"
"Måske du kunne have hjulpet?"
"De var syv, vi var to, så havde jeg blandet mig så var det bare mig de slog. Derfor blev jeg stående.
For det var lidt sjovere. Det var da bedre det kun var dine kugler det gik ud over."
"Ja, du havde så travlt med at prøve at lære at snave. Men dine kugler havde da egentlig ikke så
Meget at lave. Alle de piger du kunne lide og gik og voldsnavede. Ingen af dem har fortalt hvad I
Ellers gik og lavede. Ingen har fortalt om den var stor eller lille. Ingen har fortalt hvad du gjorde der
Gjorde dem vilde. Så derfor når chancer nu var noget du havde mange af, så sætter jeg en hund på at
Du ikke fik fyret den lange af."
Det lød til han var lige ved at brække sig af latter
Og sad og ævlede videre om pubertetspigers patter
Jeg fik øje på en tank en af dem der bevarer
Den faste lave pris uden for mange dikke-di-dikkedarer
Og det var min tur til at få et grin på
Så derfor sagde jeg: "Bossy. Det er tid til at få benzin på. Det skal være den med bly, 98 oktan. Har
Du kroner?"
"Næh, men jeg har da en plan."
"Den skal sgu' være god det kan jeg godt sige dig for tanken rummer ikke under 100 liter."
"Slap af mand, jeg ved sgu' da godt hvad jeg gør. Det lyder som du tror jeg ikke har prøvet det før."

Old Homies

Friends must not be too different, but not too similar either. If you ask Jazzy and Bossy directly, they will both answer that no one could be more different than they are. It's part of
what makes them so similar. But true friendship between hustlers is rare. No one dares to trust each other,
because you think the other will run a number as soon as the chance arises. And as a rule they
are right. Therefore, friendship between hustlers is like a mixture of oil and water. Something always has to happen
that shakes them together or they quickly separate. It's no problem for Jazzy and Bossy.
When the two are together, something always happens.

A feeling of freedom is what it's like when you have
a freeway to yourself and a big Jaguar
All in all a nice car but you are only completely satisfied
when the pig is kicked up over 160
The asphalt jungle's predator, the engine that spun
The stripes on the side were lampposts that disappeared
A faint hissing sound from the air we were cleaving
And the paint more and more dull from the summer dust
We passed a couple of towns that were silent in the cabin
The silent pause lasted until Bossy started laughing
And said: "Remember, I think it was in eighth, where we were kicked out and went down and stole
the rat down in the biology room, let it loose up in the classroom in the middle of English class with that old
Mrs. Madsen?"
"Yeah, I can believe that. And I remember doing it. I can clearly remember who it was who
didn't dare. And down at the inspector's office, you were close to shitting yourself when you thought about your dad when he would get
to know."
"I was damn well pissing, and I was also the one who took it."
What the hell was he babbling about now the idiot
"Maybe you took it, but I was the one who let it loose. And I'm damn right when
I say you were nervous!"
"Yeah, of course, man. You know my dad. He was always pissed off and he always had to play
Tarzan when I came home with notes, had done something stupid."
"And you were too dumb not to get caught so it happened so often."
"What do you mean?"
"Yes, the time you started painting walls and all your home-from-the-police-station walks. Of course they got
angry. You were a real goofball."
"Well, yeah, okay. Remember that time at a party in Frederiksberg Hall, who got called the suckerfish?
My sister showed me one you had given her on the butt. And that one. What was her name? That
worst lizard. When I found you in a toilet wrapped in her braces."
"Mmmhhm. Later that day you got some on the mouth. Two teeth knocked out and a kick in the bottom. But
that's what happens when you go around playing smart. And when there are more of them than you, it's not so nice."
"Yeah, I remember who was standing in the ring watching!"
"Yeah, what the hell were you thinking? Was I supposed to turn around and go?"
"Maybe you could have helped?"
"They were seven, we were two, so if I had interfered then it would just have been me they were hitting. So I stayed put.
Because it was a bit more fun. It was better that it was only your balls that got the brunt of it."
"Yeah, you were so busy trying to learn how to make out. But your balls didn't really have so
much to do. All those girls you liked and were trying to make out with. None of them have said what you
were doing otherwise. No one has told if it was big or small. No one has told what you did there
made them wild. So therefore, when chances now were something you had many of, then I'll bet you a hundred that
you didn't get to fire the long one."
He sounded like he was about to burst out laughing
And sat and babbled on about teenage girls' boobs
I spotted a gas station, one of those that keeps
the fixed low price without too much frills
And it was my turn to get a laugh
So I said: "Bossy. Time to get some gas. It has to be the leaded one, 98 octane. Do you have
crowns?"
"No, but I have a plan."
"It'll have to be a good one, I can tell you that, because the tank holds no less than 100 litres."
"Relax, man, I know what I'm doing. Sounds like you don't think I've done this before."