Official Music Video
Stan by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
[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
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
[Eminem as Stan:]
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't calling
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 something
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'mma call her?
I'mma 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
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
[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
[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 could've 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
For four hours and you just said, "No"
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fucking 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 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 growing 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
[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
[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 Tonight"
About that guy who could've saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could've rescued me from drowning
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 of your pictures off the wall
I loved you, Slim, we could've 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,—shut up bitch! I'm trying to talk!
Hey, 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 shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
[*car tires squeal, crash, loud splash*]
[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
[Eminem:]
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?
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 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 clowning , dawg
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 doing 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 was... it was you
Damn!
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Stan by Eminem
Stan* (original Eminem)
[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
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
[Eminem as Stan:]
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't calling
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 something
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'mma call her?
I'mma 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
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
[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
[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 could've 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
For four hours and you just said, "No"
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fucking 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 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 growing 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
[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
[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 Tonight"
About that guy who could've saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could've rescued me from drowning
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 of your pictures off the wall
I loved you, Slim, we could've 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,—shut up bitch! I'm trying to talk!
Hey, 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 shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
[*car tires squeal, crash, loud splash*]
[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
[Eminem:]
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?
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 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 clowning , dawg
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 doing 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 was... it was you
Damn!
Stan (traducción LyricVerse Team)
[Dido:]
Mi té se enfrió, me pregunto por qué me levanté de la cama
La lluvia de la mañana nubla mi ventana y no puedo ver nada
E incluso si pudiera, todo sería gris, pero tu foto en mi pared
Me recuerda que no es tan malo, no es tan malo
Mi té se enfrió, me pregunto por qué me levanté de la cama
La lluvia de la mañana nubla mi ventana y no puedo ver nada
E incluso si pudiera, todo sería gris, pero tu foto en mi pared
Me recuerda que no es tan malo, no es tan malo
[Eminem as Stan:]
Querido Slim, te escribí pero aún no me llamas
Dejé mi celular, mi beeper y mi teléfono de casa al final
Envié dos cartas en otoño, seguro no las recibiste
Probablemente hubo un problema en la oficina de correos o algo
A veces garabateo las direcciones demasiado descuidadas cuando las anoto
Pero de todos modos; a la mierda, ¿qué tal? Hombre, ¿cómo está tu hija?
Mi novia también está embarazada, estoy a punto de ser padre
Si tengo una hija, ¿adivina cómo la llamaré?
La llamaré Bonnie
Leí sobre tu tío Ronnie también, lo siento
Tuve un amigo que se suicidó por una perra que no lo quería
Sé que probablemente escuchas esto todos los días, pero soy tu mayor fan
Incluso tengo la mierda underground que hiciste con Skam
Tengo una habitación llena de tus pósters y tus fotos, hombre
También me gustó la mierda que hiciste con Rawkus, esa mierda era genial
De todos modos, espero que recibas esto, hombre, respóndeme
Solo para charlar, sinceramente tuyo, tu mayor fan
Este es Stan
[Dido:]
Mi té se enfrió, me pregunto por qué me levanté de la cama
La lluvia de la mañana nubla mi ventana y no puedo ver nada
E incluso si pudiera, todo sería gris, pero tu foto en mi pared
Me recuerda que no es tan malo, no es tan malo
[Eminem as Stan:]
Querido Slim, aún no has llamado ni escrito, espero que tengas una oportunidad
No estoy enojado, solo creo que es una mierda que no respondas a tus fans
Si no querías hablar conmigo fuera de tu concierto
No tenías que hacerlo, pero podrías haberle firmado un autógrafo a Matthew
Ese es mi hermano pequeño, hombre, solo tiene seis años
Esperamos en el frío gélido por ti
Durante cuatro horas y solo dijiste: "No"
Eso es bastante jodido, hombre, eres como su maldito ídolo
Él quiere ser como tú, hombre, le gustas más que a mí
Aunque no estoy tan enojado, simplemente no me gusta que me mientan
¿Recuerdas cuando nos conocimos en Denver? Dijiste que si te escribía
Me responderías, mira, soy como tú en cierto modo
Yo tampoco conocí a mi padre
Siempre engañaba a mi mamá y la golpeaba
Puedo identificarme con lo que dices en tus canciones
Así que cuando tengo un día de mierda, me evado y las pongo
Porque realmente no tengo otra mierda, así que eso ayuda cuando estoy deprimido
Incluso me tatué tu nombre en el pecho
A veces incluso me corto para ver cuánto sangra
Es como adrenalina, el dolor es una descarga tan repentina para mí
Mira, todo lo que dices es real, y te respeto porque lo dices
Mi novia está celosa porque hablo de ti 24/7
Pero ella no te conoce como yo te conozco, Slim, nadie lo hace
Ella no sabe cómo fue crecer para gente como nosotros
Tienes que llamarme, hombre, seré el fan más grande que jamás perderás
Sinceramente tuyo, Stan
P.S.
También deberíamos estar juntos
[Dido:]
Mi té se enfrió, me pregunto por qué me levanté de la cama
La lluvia de la mañana nubla mi ventana y no puedo ver nada
E incluso si pudiera, todo sería gris, pero tu foto en mi pared
Me recuerda que no es tan malo, no es tan malo
[Eminem as Stan:]
Querido Señor-Soy-Demasiado-Bueno-Para-Llamar-O-Escribir-A-Mis-Fans,
Este será el último paquete que te envíe
Han pasado seis meses y aún no hay noticias. ¿No me lo merezco?
Sé que recibiste mis dos últimas cartas;
Escribí las direcciones en ellas perfectamente
Así que esta es mi cassette que te envío, espero que la escuches
Estoy en el coche ahora mismo, voy a 90 en la autopista
Hey Slim, me bebí un quinto de vodka, ¿me retas a conducir?
Conoces la canción de Phil Collins "In the Air Tonight"
Sobre ese tipo que pudo haber salvado a otro de ahogarse
Pero no lo hizo, luego Phil lo vio todo, ¿y en un show lo encontró?
Así es más o menos esto, podrías haberme rescatado de ahogarme
Ahora es demasiado tarde. Estoy con mil tranquilizantes ahora, tengo sueño
Y todo lo que quería era una miserable carta o una llamada
Espero que sepas que arranqué todas tus fotos de la pared
Te amaba, Slim, podríamos haber estado juntos, piénsalo
Lo arruinaste ahora, espero que no puedas dormir y sueñes con ello
Y cuando sueñes, espero que no puedas dormir y grites por ello
Espero que tu conciencia te carcoma y no puedas respirar sin mí
Mira, Slim,—¡cállate, perra! ¡Estoy tratando de hablar!
Hey, Slim, esa es mi novia gritando en el maletero,
Pero no le corté la garganta, solo la até. Mira, no soy como tú
Porque si se asfixia, sufrirá más, y luego morirá también
Bueno, tengo que irme, ya casi llego al puente
Oh mierda, lo olvidé, ¿cómo se supone que voy a enviar esta mierda?
[*car tires squeal, crash, loud splash*]
[Dido:]
Mi té se enfrió, me pregunto por qué me levanté de la cama
La lluvia de la mañana nubla mi ventana y no puedo ver nada
E incluso si pudiera, todo sería gris, pero tu foto en mi pared
Me recuerda que no es tan malo, no es tan malo
[Eminem:]
Querido Stan, quise escribirte antes pero he estado ocupado
Dijiste que tu novia está embarazada ahora, ¿cuánto tiempo tiene?
Mira, me siento muy halagado de que llames así a tu hija
Y aquí tienes un autógrafo para tu hermano
Lo escribí en la gorra Starter
Siento no haberte visto en el show, debo haberte extrañado
No creas que hice esa mierda intencionalmente solo para despreciarte
Pero ¿qué es esa mierda que dijiste de que también te gusta cortarte las muñecas?
Digo que esa mierda es solo una payasada, amigo
¡Vamos! ¿Qué tan jodido estás?
Tienes algunos problemas, Stan, creo que necesitas terapia
Para ayudarte a no rebotar por las paredes cuando te deprimas
¿Y qué es esa mierda de que estábamos destinados a estar juntos?
Ese tipo de mierda hará que no quiera que nos conozcamos
Realmente creo que tú y tu novia se necesitan
O tal vez solo necesitas tratarla mejor
Espero que leas esta carta, solo espero que te llegue a tiempo
Antes de que te hagas daño, creo que estarás bien
Si te relajas un poco, me alegra inspirarte pero, Stan
¿Por qué estás tan enojado? Intenta entender, que sí te quiero como fan
Solo que no quiero que hagas alguna locura
Vi una mierda en las noticias hace un par de semanas que me enfermó
Un tipo estaba borracho y condujo su coche por un puente
Y tenía a su novia en el maletero, y ella estaba embarazada de su hijo
Y en el coche encontraron una cinta, pero no dijeron para quién era
Pensándolo bien, su nombre era... eras tú
¡Maldita sea!
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