LYRIC
Here you will find the lyrics of the popular song – ” Stan” from the Movie / Album – “Curtain Call: The Hits”. The song / soundtrack has been composed by the famous lyricist “Paul Herman,Ā Dido,Ā Eminem” and was released on “2005” in the beautiful voice of “Eminem “. The music video of the song features some amazing and talented actor / actress “Eminem “. It was released under the music label of “EminemMusic”.
The song narrates the story of an individual called Stanley “Stan” Mitchell (voiced by Eminem) who claims to be Eminem’s biggest fan. It has been told the name “Stan” is a mix of the words stalker and fan, though it is unfamiliar if the name was selected with that choice. He pens Eminem numerous letters; over two verses, he becomes more obsessive, and when there is no reply he becomes furious. He eventually produces a voice recording of himself while driving his car on the highway, having ingested large amounts of depressants and alcohol; this verse contains a call-back to Eminem’s “My Name Is” with the lyrics “I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?” He tells that his pregnant girlfriend is tied up in the crate as he closes a bridge, and learns just before driving off it that he has no way to send the tape to Eminem.
Eminem ā Stan Lyrics
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’d all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad
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’d all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad
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[Verse 1: Eminem (as Stan)]
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’ve 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, fuck it, what’s been up, man? How’s your daughter?
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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 every day, but I’m your biggest fan
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I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat
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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[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’d all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad
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[Verse 2: 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 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 coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That’s my little brother, man, he’s only six years old
We waited in the blisterin’ cold
For you, for four hours, and you just said no
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
I ain’t that mad, though I just don’t like being 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 sayin’ in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put ’em on
āCause 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
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See, everything you say is real, and I respect you ācause 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
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[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’d all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad
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[Verse 3: Eminem (as Stan)]
Dear 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 wordāI 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 sendin’ you, I hope you hear it
I’m in the car right now, I’m doin’ 90 on the freeway
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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 drownin’
But didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That’s kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin’
Now it’s too late, I’m on a thousand downers nowāI’m drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I loved you, Slim, we coulda been togetherāthink 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, Slimāshut 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
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āCause 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 forgotāhow am I supposed to send this shit out?!
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[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’d all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad
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[Verse 4: 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 a Starter cap
I’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show, I must’ve 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’s just clownin’, dawg, come on, how fucked 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 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 it, his name wasāit was you, damn
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Song Credits & Copyright Details:Ā
Title : Stan
Film / Album : Curtain Call: The Hits
Lyricist : EminemĀ
Singer(s) : EminemĀ
Released Date : 2005
Cast : EminemĀ
Label : EminemMusic
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