Stan
演唱者:Eminem / Dido
专辑:The Marshall Mathers LP
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作词 : Marshall Mathers/Dido Armstrong/P. Herman/John Reis/Andy Stamets/Peter Reichert/Paul O'Beirne/Adam Willard作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Dido Armstrong/P. Herman/John Reis/Andy Stamets/Peter Reichert/Paul O'Beirne/Adam WillardMy tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at allthe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wallit reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so badMy tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at allthe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wallit reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so badDear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottomI sent two letters back in autumn You must not have got 'emThere probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'emBut anyways, **** it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm out to be a fatherIf I have a daughter, guess what I'm-a call her? I'm-aname her Bonnie.I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorryI had a friend kill himself over some ***** who didn't wanthim.I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggestfan.I even got the underground **** that you did with Scam.I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.I like the **** you did with Ruckus too, that **** was fat.Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chatTruly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan.My tears gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at allthe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be great, to put your picture on my wallit reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so badDear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote,I hope you have the chance.I ain't mad, I just think it's ****** up you don't answer fans.If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concertYou didn't have to but you could have signed an autograph for Matthew.That's my little brother, man. He's only 6 years old.We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours and ya just said no.That's pretty ****ty man, you're like his ******' idolHe wants to be just like you man, he likes you morethan I do.I ain't that mad, but I just don't like bein' lied to.Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write youYou would write back. See, I'm just like you in a way.I never knew my father neither.He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her.I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs.So when I have a ****ty day, I drift away and put 'em on.Cause I don't really got **** else, so that **** help when I'm depressed.I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest.Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds.It's like adrenaline. The Pain is such a sudden rush for me.See, everything you say is real, and I respect you'cause you tell it.My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7.But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does.She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up.You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fanyou'll ever lose.Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together too.My tears gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at allthe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be great, to put your picture on my wallit reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so badDear Mr. \"I'm too good to call or write my fans\"This'll be the last package I ever send your ass.It's been six months and still no word. I don't deserve it?I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect.So this is my cassette I'm sending you. I hope you hear it.I'm in the car right now. I'm doing 90 on the freeway.Hey Slim, \"I drank a fifth of vodka, ya dare me to drive?\"You know that song by Phil Collins from \"The Air In The Night\"?About that guy who could have saved that other guy fromdrowning?But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?That's kinda how this is. You could have rescued me fromdrowning.Now it's too late. I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy.And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call.I hope you know I ripped all o' your pictures off the wall.I love you Slim, we could have been together. Think about it.You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it.And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it.I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without me.See Slim, {\"{\"}screaming} shut up *****, I'm trying to talkHey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk.But I didn't slit her throat,I just tied her up, see I ain't like you.'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more,and then she'll die too.Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now.Oh ****, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this **** out?{\"{\"}screeching tires, crashing sounds, car splashes into thewater}My tears gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at allthe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be great, but your picture on my wallit reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so badDear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busy.You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that.And here's an autograph for your brother:I wrote it on your Starter cap.I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you.Don't think I did that **** intentionally, just to diss you.And what's this **** you said about you like to cut your wrists too?I say that **** just clownin' dawg,c'mon, how ****** up is you?You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some.And what's this **** about us meant to be together?That type of ****'ll make me not want us to meet each other.I really think you and your girlfriend need each other.Or maybe you just need to treat her better.I hope you get to read this letter.I just hope it reaches you in time.Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin' just fineIf you'd relax a little. I'm glad that I inspire you, but StanWhy are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan.I just don't want you to do some crazy ****.I seen this one **** on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick.Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridgeAnd had his girlfriend in the trunk and she waspregnant with his kidAnd in the car they found a tape but it didn't say who it was toCome to think about it...his name was...it was you.Damn.
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作词 : Marshall Mathers/Dido Armstrong/P. Herman/John Reis/Andy Stamets/Peter Reichert/Paul O'Beirne/Adam Willard作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Dido Armstrong/P. Herman/John Reis/Andy Stamets/Peter Reichert/Paul O'Beirne/Adam WillardMy tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at allthe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wallit reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so badMy tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at allthe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wallit reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so badDear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottomI sent two letters back in autumn You must not have got 'emThere probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'emBut anyways, **** it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm out to be a fatherIf I have a daughter, guess what I'm-a call her? I'm-aname her Bonnie.I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorryI had a friend kill himself over some ***** who didn't wanthim.I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggestfan.I even got the underground **** that you did with Scam.I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.I like the **** you did with Ruckus too, that **** was fat.Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chatTruly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan.My tears gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at allthe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be great, to put your picture on my wallit reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so badDear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote,I hope you have the chance.I ain't mad, I just think it's ****** up you don't answer fans.If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concertYou didn't have to but you could have signed an autograph for Matthew.That's my little brother, man. He's only 6 years old.We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours and ya just said no.That's pretty ****ty man, you're like his ******' idolHe wants to be just like you man, he likes you morethan I do.I ain't that mad, but I just don't like bein' lied to.Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write youYou would write back. See, I'm just like you in a way.I never knew my father neither.He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her.I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs.So when I have a ****ty day, I drift away and put 'em on.Cause I don't really got **** else, so that **** help when I'm depressed.I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest.Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds.It's like adrenaline. The Pain is such a sudden rush for me.See, everything you say is real, and I respect you'cause you tell it.My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7.But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does.She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up.You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fanyou'll ever lose.Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together too.My tears gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at allthe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be great, to put your picture on my wallit reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so badDear Mr. \"I'm too good to call or write my fans\"This'll be the last package I ever send your ass.It's been six months and still no word. I don't deserve it?I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect.So this is my cassette I'm sending you. I hope you hear it.I'm in the car right now. I'm doing 90 on the freeway.Hey Slim, \"I drank a fifth of vodka, ya dare me to drive?\"You know that song by Phil Collins from \"The Air In The Night\"?About that guy who could have saved that other guy fromdrowning?But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?That's kinda how this is. You could have rescued me fromdrowning.Now it's too late. I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy.And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call.I hope you know I ripped all o' your pictures off the wall.I love you Slim, we could have been together. Think about it.You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it.And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it.I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without me.See Slim, {\"{\"}screaming} shut up *****, I'm trying to talkHey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk.But I didn't slit her throat,I just tied her up, see I ain't like you.'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more,and then she'll die too.Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now.Oh ****, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this **** out?{\"{\"}screeching tires, crashing sounds, car splashes into thewater}My tears gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at allthe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be great, but your picture on my wallit reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so badDear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busy.You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that.And here's an autograph for your brother:I wrote it on your Starter cap.I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you.Don't think I did that **** intentionally, just to diss you.And what's this **** you said about you like to cut your wrists too?I say that **** just clownin' dawg,c'mon, how ****** up is you?You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some.And what's this **** about us meant to be together?That type of ****'ll make me not want us to meet each other.I really think you and your girlfriend need each other.Or maybe you just need to treat her better.I hope you get to read this letter.I just hope it reaches you in time.Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin' just fineIf you'd relax a little. I'm glad that I inspire you, but StanWhy are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan.I just don't want you to do some crazy ****.I seen this one **** on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick.Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridgeAnd had his girlfriend in the trunk and she waspregnant with his kidAnd in the car they found a tape but it didn't say who it was toCome to think about it...his name was...it was you.Damn.
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