Stan (cifrada) (feat. Dido)
Capo:either on the fourth fret
OR
Tuning: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb (tune down 1/2 step)
This is correct because I saw dido play this live.
[Am]Teas gone [F]cold im wonderin [G]why i [C]got out
of ['C']bed at [Am]all.
[Am...]
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...
This is the 'C' chord:
e|--0-----|
B|--1-----|
G|--0-----|
D|--0-----|
A|--2-----|
E|--x-----|
Letra:
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..
[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; fuck 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 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
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 FUCKED 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 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 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 +ALL+ 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 fucked 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!
Compositores: Florian Cloud de Bounevialle Armstrong (Cloud F) (PRS), Marshall B Mathers Iii (Eminem) (BMI), Paul Philip Herman (Howler Junkdog L) (PRS)Editores: 8 Mile Style Music (BMI), Kobalt Music Services America Inc, Martin Affiliated LLC, Submarine Music Ltd, Submarine Music Ltd., Arlon Music Ltd (PRS)Administração: Arlon Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2007 (24/Ago) e lançado em 2005 (06/Dez)ECAD verificado obra #12812997 e fonograma #1249796 em 13/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM