Jokeren — Den Danske Drøm song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Den Danske Drøm" by Jokeren.
Lyrics
Så' der
Atter en til der opfandt den lyriske tallerken
Så vi alle slipper for at føle smerten og lære den
At kende — Det' den danske drøm — som ingen levner
Der er så trygt hernede på den mellemste fællesnævner
Der' intet så alvorligt at vi ikke ka gøre grin med det
Så vi kan føle os trykke og spise svin til det
Se — der' ingen tænder i de der bastarder
Og om lidt er vi klar til, at Krøniken starter
Det' 32 års had til jer der opfylder mig
Så jeg gir mit besyv med, yo, det skylder jeg
Jeg' langtfra perfekt, forstår ikke ironi
Og måske er hele pointen gået min næse forbi
I hader Gigolo Jesus og hans profetier
Fordi han sætter spørgsmålstegn ved jeres værdier
Men han hader jer tilbage og rasler med sit flammesværd
Sir ting der kan lamme jer — bare for at ramme jer
Yeah
Vi snakker Gigolos disciple
Det' os der står i baggrunden — klar til at gi på munden
Du' en færdig mand
Tror du at du har opfundet den lyriske tallerken?
Fuck den mellemste fællesnævner
Fuck den danske drøm
Fuck jer
The Gigolo Jesus Experience
Jeg er ikke skuffet — jeg' rasende
Så bare pak dig når vi kommer brasende
Så' der
Atter en der vandt årets sangskriver med sit flødeord
Kedelige døde ord, der tror at de er søde ord
Eller knivskarpe observanser set fra en guitar
Jeg flækker Din Danske Drøm, Gigolo Jee tar
Den danske sang ved håret og river hende rundt
Sparker jer i røven, punker jer, for smerte er sundt
For I' lammet af skræk, skrækken for at føle det
Der er grimt og ufint, nej, I lar jer ikke søle til
Så her' en spand lort du ka spise med persillesovs
Kom med noget der rører mig og ellers ti stille fjols
Du tager den gyldne omvej uden om konfrontation
For det' ihh det så åhhh det så svært med sådan nogen
I hader Gigolo Jesus og hans profetier
Fordi han sætter spørgsmålstegn ved jeres værdier
Men han hader jer tilbage og rasler med sit flammesværd
Sir ting der kan lamme jer bare for at ramme jer
Yeah
Vi snakker Gigolos disciple
Med horn og stigmata
Så bare smæk fissen og tag imod vores svada
Du' en færdig mand
Vi åbner ild på mikrofonen
Så fuck jeres forsinkede rockrevolution
Fuck dine forpulede flødeord
Jeg slagter dine søde ord
The Gigolo Jesus Experience
Fuck din danske drøm
Så' der
Atter en svans der har en mening om mig, og ikke
Helt kan finde ud af at holde den for sig
Hvorfor I tror den rager mig — det forstår jeg ikke helt
Så mit følsomme sind det er skilt og tvedelt
Min rationelle side sir jeg ikke bør gøre mere
Den anden side sir, at den 1ste ikke eksisterer
Så jeg flexer mere — med min homie Mr. Pain
Når vi fucking fyrer op som Boondock Saints
Så gamle mand tør nu dine øjne — jeg kan ikke ta dig
Du burde stoppe festen nu — lissom Mick Jagger
Så her' mit bidrag til pop lyrikken mellemrum?
Komplet med stsvefejl, synd og hele molevitten
Så bare råb fuck mig og mine profetier
Fordi jeg sætter spørgsmålstegn ved jeres værdier
Men jeg hader jer tilbage og rasler med mit flammesværd
Sir ting der kan lamme jer bare for at ramme jer
Yeah
Vi snakker Gigolos disciple
Jeg klynger den danske drøm op i en guitarstreng
Du' en færdig mand
Tro mig — Vi tager den herfra
Så spis dén her med persillesovs
Yo — det' mit fuckin ord
Det' ikke hvad du ved — det' hvad du tror !
Jeg har din due i min ene hånd og mit sværd i den anden
Så kan I lære at det' MIG der er manden
Lyrics translation
So ' there
Another one who invented the lyrical plate
So we all don't have to feel the pain and learn it
To know-it ' the Danish dream - which no one leaves
It's so safe down here on the middle common denominator
There's nothing so serious that we can't make fun of it
So we can feel ourselves pressing and eating pigs for it
Look-there's no teeth in those bastards
And in a minute we'll be ready for The Chronicle to start
The ' 32 year hatred for you that satisfies me
So I'm gonna take my word, yo, I owe you that
I'm far from perfect, don't understand irony
And maybe the whole point has passed my nose
You hate Gigolo Jesus and his prophecies
Because he questions your values
But he hates you back and rattles with his sword of flame
Sir things that can paralyze you-just to hit you
Yeah
We're talking Gigolo's disciples
The ' US who stand in the background-ready to give on the mouth
You're a finished man
Do you think you invented the lyrical plate?
Fuck the middle denominator
Fuck the Danish dream
Fuck you guys
The Gigolo Jesus Experience
I'm not disappointed-I'm furious
So just pack up when we come barging in
So ' there
Again one who won the songwriter of the year with his cream word
Boring dead words that think they are sweet words
Or razor sharp observances seen from a guitar
I'll break your Danish dream, Gigolo Jee tar
The Danish song by the hair and rips her around
Kick your ass, punks you, because pain is healthy
For I'm paralyzed with fear, the fear of feeling it
It's ugly and ugly, No, you're not weak
So here's a bucket of shit you can eat with parsley sauce
Bring me something that touches me or shut up Fool
You take the Golden detour bypassing confrontation
For it ' ihh it so Ohhh it so hard with such someone
You hate Gigolo Jesus and his prophecies
Because he questions your values
But he hates you back and rattles with his sword of flame
Sir things that can paralyze you just to hit you
Yeah
We're talking Gigolo's disciples
With horns and stigmata
So just slap the pussy and take our pussy
You're a finished man
We open fire on the microphone
So fuck your delayed rock revolution
Fuck your fucking creams
I'll slaughter your sweet words
The Gigolo Jesus Experience
Fuck your Danish dream
So ' there
Again a faggot who has an opinion about me, and not
The hero can figure out how to keep it to himself
Why you think I care — I don't quite understand
So my sensitive mind it's divorced and bifurcated
My rational side sir I shouldn't do any more
The other side sir, that the 1st does not exist
So I flex more - with my homie Mr. Pain
When we fucking fire up like Boondock Saints
So old man now dare your eyes - I can not take you
You should stop the party now — like Mick Jagger
So here's my contribution to the pop lyric space?
Complete with stsvefærligt, sin and the whole shebang
So just shout fuck me and my prophecies
Because I question your values
But I hate you back and rattle with my sword of flame
Sir things that can paralyze you just to hit you
Yeah
We're talking Gigolo's disciples
I string up the Danish dream in a guitar string
You're a finished man
Believe me - we'll take it from here
Then eat this with parsley sauce
Yo-it's my fuckin word
It' not what you know — it ' what you think !
I have your dove in my hand and my sword in the other
Then you can learn that I'M the man