The Marshall Mathers LP CD1 (2000)
Stan
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Припев: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why__y_ I got out_ of bed_ at all_
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the morning rain clouds_ up_ my_ win_dow_ and I_ can't see_ at all_
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And even if I could it'd all_ be grey_, but your picture on my wall_
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it_ re_minds_ me that it's not so bad_, it's not so bad
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(1) Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
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I sent two letters back in autumn You must not have got 'em
It probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
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Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?
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My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm out to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm-a call her? I'm-a name her Bonnie.
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I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him.
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I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan. I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam.
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I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat.
> G#m E Eadd9- E
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan.
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Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have the chance. I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans.
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If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert You didn't have to but you could have signed an autograph for Matthew.
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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.
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That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do.
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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 you
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You 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.
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I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs.
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on.
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Cause I don't really got shit else, so that shit helps when I'm depressed. I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest.
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Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds.
It's like adrenaline. The Pain is such a sudden rush for me.
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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.
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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.
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You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose. Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together too. [Chorus] (soft guitar + rain + little drums)
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Припев: My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why__y_ I got out_ of bed_ at all_
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the morning rain clouds_ up_ my_ win_dow_ and I_ can't see_ at all_
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And even if I could it'd all_ be grey_, but your picture on my wall_
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it_ re_minds_ me that it's not so bad_, it's not so bad__ (Verse2) (Same chord progression as chorus - mostly bass)
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(2) Dear Mr. "I'm too good to call or write my fans"
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass.
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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.
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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.
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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"?
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About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning? But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?
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That's kinda how this is. You could have rescued me from drowning. Now it's too late. I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy.
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And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call.
I hope you know I ripped all o' your pictures off the wall.
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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.
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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.
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See Slim, (screaming) shut up bitch, I'm trying to talk
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk.
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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.
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Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now.
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
! <G#m E Eadd9- E> (car crash)
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Dear 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?
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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.
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I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you. Don't think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you.
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And what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin' dawg, c'mon, how fucked up is you?
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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.
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And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other.
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I really think you and your girlfriend need each other.
Or maybe you just need to treat her better.
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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 fine
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If you'd relax a little. I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan.
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I just don't want you to do some crazy shit.
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick.
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Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was pregnant with his kid
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And in the car they found a tape but it didn't say who it was to Come to think about it... his name was... it was you. DAMN!
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! standard tunning.
Intro/Chrorus: (Dido)
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Verse: (eminem)
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Chorus: Teas gone cold im wonderin why i got out of bed at all.
the morning rain clouds up my window and i cant see at all.
even if i could it'd all be gray. But yer picture on my wall.
It reminds me that its not so bad, its not so bad...
verse 1: Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn You must not have got 'em
It probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm out to be a father
If 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 sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him.
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan.
I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam.
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat.
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan.
! Lyrics are too long, you can find it on the net.
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! Text:
Chorus: Dido
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..
1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background
2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise
Eminem as 'Stan':
Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
but anyways; *** it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan
Chorus: Dido
Eminem as 'Stan':
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think it's ***ED UP you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
four hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his ***in idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to
Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you
you 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 saying in your songs
so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of 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 growin up
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan - P. S.
We should be together too
Chorus: Dido
Eminem as 'Stan':
Dear Mister-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, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped В of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda 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 conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me
See Slim; {*screaming*} Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin 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 shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out?
(*car tires squeal*) (*CRASH*)
.. (*brief silence*).. (*LOUD splash*)
Chorus: Dido
Eminem: Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I 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 the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin dogg,
c'mon - how ***ed up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'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'll be doin just fine
if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
why 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 shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was.. it was you
Damn!
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Перевод: Стэн
Мой чай остыл, и я все думаю, зачем я вообще
сегодня встал
За окном все в тучах и ничего не видно,
И даже если бы было видно, все равно все
кругом серое, кроме твоего фото у меня на
стене
Оно напоминает мне, что не все так плохо
не все так плохо
! (Эминем - за Стэна)
Дорогой Слим, я тебе уже писал, но ты все не
звонишь
Я там в конце написал номер моего мобильника,
пейджера и домашнего телефона
Я отправил два письма еще осенью, наверное,
ты их не получил
Наверное, были проблемы с почтой или что-то
ещё
Иногда я пишу адрес очень неразборчиво, когда
тороплюсь
Ну ладно, к черту это, как дела? Как твоя
дочурка?
Моя подружка тоже беременна, я скоро стану
отцом
Если у меня родится дочь, угадай, как я ее
назову?
Я собираюсь назвать ее Бонни, я читал про
твоего дядю Ронни - сочувствую
Один мой друг, наложил на себя руки из-за
какой-то стервы, которая не хотела быть с ним
Я знаю, ты, наверное, слышишь это каждый
день, но я твой самый большой поклонник
У меня даже есть та идиотская
андерграундовая музыка, которую ты записал
вместе со Скэмом
У меня вся комната увешана твоими плакатами и
фотографиями
Еще мне нравится та дрянь, которую ты записал
с Рокусом, первосортная гадость,
Ладно, я надеюсь, ты это получишь, черкни
пару строк, просто пообщаемся, искренне твой,
твой самый большой поклонник,
Стэн.
! Припев: Дайдо
! (Эминем - за Стэна)
Дорогой Слим, ты все еще не позвонил и не
написал, надеюсь, у тебя всё же будет такая
возможность,
Я не злюсь - я просто думаю, что не отвечать
поклонникам - это ****
Не хочешь разговаривать со мной после
концерта - не надо, но мог бы дать автограф
Мэттью,
Это мой младший брат, ему всего шесть
Мы ждали тебя на самом холоде четыре часа, а
ты просто сказал (Нет).
Это очень плохо - ты, видно, строишь из себя
всеобщего кумира
А мой братик, - он хочет быть таким же как
ты, он любит тебя даже больше, чем я,
Но я не злюсь, я просто не люблю, когда мне
врут
Помнишь, когда мы встречались в Денвере - ты
сказал, что если я напишу, то ты мне
ответишь - понимаешь, мы в чем-то очень
похожи - я тоже никогда не знал своего отца,
он все время обманывал мать, и бил ее
Все, что ты поешь в своих песнях - про меня,
так что когда у меня плохой день, я
отключаюсь и слушаю твои песни, больше ничего
нет, так что это твоя дрянная музыка помогает
мне, когда я в депрессии
Я даже вытатуировал твое имя на груди
Иногда я режу себе вены, и смотрю сколько
крови натечет
Это как адреналин, боль даёт мне такой
необычный кайф
Понимаешь, все, что ты говоришь, - правда, и
я тебя уважаю, за то, что ты об этом говоришь
Моя девчонка уже ревнует, потому что я говорю
о тебе 24 часа в сутки, семь дней в неделю
Но она тебя не знает так, как я. Никто не
знает.
Она не знает, через что нам пришлось пройти в
детстве
Ты должен мне позвонить, чувак, я буду самым
большим поклонником, которого ты когда-либо
терял
Искренне твой, Стэн
P.S. И еще - мы должны быть вместе.
! Припев: Дайдо
! (Эминем - за Стэна)
Дорогой
Мистер-Слишком-Важный-Чтобы-Звонить-Или-Писат
ь-Своим-Поклонникам,
Это моё последнее послание
За шесть месяцев ни слова - я что, этого не
заслужил?
Я знаю, два последних письма ты получил
Я написал адрес на них идеально
Я тебе пошлю эту кассету, надеюсь, ты ее
послушаешь
Я сейчас в машине на шоссе, скорость - 90
Эй, Слим, я набрался водки, как думаешь, ты
позволил бы мне сесть за руль в таком
состоянии?
Знаешь песню Фила Коллинза (В воздухе ночи)?
Это про парня, который мог спасти другого
парня, который тонул
Но он этого не сделал, а Фил все это видел, а
потом встретил этого парня на концерте
Это как у нас, ты мог не дать мне утонуть
А теперь уже слишком поздно - я наглотался
транквилизаторов, я засыпаю
А все, что мне было нужно - одно паршивое
письмо или звонок
Хочу, чтоб ты знал: я сорвал ВСЕ твои фото со
стен
Я люблю тебя, Слим, мы могли быть вместе,
подумай об этом
Ты все испортил, надеюсь ты потеряешь сон, и
потому что во сне ты будешь думать об этом
И когда тебе это приснится, я надеюсь, ты
больше не уснешь, и будешь КРИЧАТЬ от этого
Надеюсь, твоя совесть будет тебя ГЛОДАТЬ и ты
НЕ ВЗДОХНЕШЬ без меня
Видишь ли, Слим:
(* крики*) Заткнись, стерва! Я говорю!
Эй, Слим, это моя девчонка вопит в багажнике
но я не перерезал ей глотку, я ее просто
связал, видишь, я не такой, как ты, потому
что если её душить, то она будет страдать
дольше, а потом всё равно умрет.
Ну ладно, мне пора, я уже почти добрался до
моста.
Черт, я забыл, как же я отошлю это дерьмо?
! (*визг шин*) (*УДАР*): (*временное затишье*):
! (*громкий ВСПЛЕСК*):
! Припев: Дайдо
! (Эминем)
Дорогой Стэн, я хотел написать тебе раньше,
но был очень занят
Говоришь, твоя девушка беременна? Какой
месяц?
Слушай, мне очень лестно, что ты хочешь
назвать дочку именно так
А вот и автограф для твоего брата
Я написал его на бейсболке
Извини, что не видел тебя на концерте, просто
не заметил, наверное,
Не думай, что я сделал это специально, чтобы
позлить тебя
А что за чушь ты там упоминал насчет
порезанных вен? Я говорил эту чушь не
всерьез, брось - ты чего такой задерганный
У тебя проблемы, Стэн, я думаю, тебе нужна
помощь
Чтобы ты не скатился окончательно
И что это за треп насчет того, что мы должны
быть вместе?
Из-за таких вещей я вообще не захочу с тобой
встречаться
Я правда думаю, что ты и твоя подружка нужны
друг другу, или тебе бы стоило относиться к
ней получше
Надеюсь, ты прочтешь это письмо, надеюсь, оно
придет вовремя, до того, как ты всерьез
навредишь себе
Я думаю, у тебя все будет прекрасно, если ты
слегка расслабишься, я рад, что вдохновляю
тебя, но Стэн, почему ты так бесишься?
Попытайся понять, я очень хочу, чтобы ты был
моим поклонником; я просто не хочу, чтобы ты
вляпался в какое-нибудь серьезную историю
Как та, что я видел в новостях пару недель
назад, меня чуть не стошнило
Какой-то пьяный тип свалился на своей машине
в реку, его девчонка была в багажнике, и она
была беременна от него, в машине нашли
кассету, но они не сказали, кому она была
адресована. Подумай об этом, его звали: это
был ты
Черт!
