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{{Infobox song | |||
|title = Stan | |||
|albumart = LoveTester2.jpg | |||
|writer = Eminem | |||
|singer = Rob Cantor | |||
|album = N/A | |||
|language = English | |||
|genre = Rap | |||
|externallinks = | |||
}} | |||
'''Stan''', a song by Eminem. It was performed live by Tally Hall in 2006, sung by [[Rob Cantor]]. It was never re-recorded, much like other live songs. | |||
It is currently unknown where the song was performed. | |||
=== Lyrics === | |||
(VERY NSFW) | |||
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 | |||
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I | |||
Got out of bed at all | |||
The morning rain clouds up my window (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 | |||
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? | |||
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 | |||
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 | |||
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I | |||
Got out of bed at all | |||
The morning rain clouds up my window (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 | |||
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 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 | |||
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I | |||
Got out of bed at all | |||
The morning rain clouds up my window (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 | |||
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans | |||
This will 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 ninety 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 could have 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 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 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, shut up bitch, I'm tryna 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 am I supposed to send this shit out? | |||
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I | |||
Got out of bed at all | |||
The morning rain clouds up my window (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 | |||
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 just clownin', dawg, come on, 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! |
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