TWO FOR TUESDAY

Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world. For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviously ferverent rants of rebellion. Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.

***WARNING***
Some may find the lyrics of the songs, and the imagery of the videos, quite disturbing. So, be prepared to close your eyes and ears at any moment, but please keep your heart and mind open.


eminem - stan - eminem
Link: [On imeem]

Stan
Eminem
Stanley
Open the door
I’ve got to go
Stanley
Open the door
Let me in
Stanley
Open the door
Open the door
Let me in

What?

Stanley
What are doin’ to yourself?

What the hell?
You don’t like it?

Stanley?

Like it?

Stanley?

You like it?

Stanley?

Don’t call me that!
Okay
Don’t call me that!

Don’t you think you’re takin’ this too far?

Stanley?

Stanley!

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 be all gray
Put 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 be all gray
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me
That it’s not so bad
It’s not so bad

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
F#$% it
What’s been up man
How’s your daughter
My girlfriend’s pregnant too
I’m ‘bout to be a father
If I have a daughter
Guess what I’m gonna call her
I’m gonna name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too
I’m sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bi#$%
Who didn’t want him
I know you probably hear this everyday
But I’m your biggest fan
I even got the underground sh#$ you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters
And your pictures man
I like the sh#$ you did with Ruckus too
That sh#$ 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
And I can’t see at all
And even if I could
It’d be all gray
Put 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 f#$%ed up you don’t answer fans
If you didn’t wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn’t have to
But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That’s my little brother man
He’s only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
Four hours
And you just said no
That’s pretty sh#$ty man
You’re like his f@#$in’ idol
He wants to be just like you man
He likes you more than I do
I ain’t that mad though
I just don’t like being lied to
Remember when we met in Denver
You said if I’d write you
You would write back
See
I’m just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mom
And beat her
I can relate to what you’re sayin’ in your songs
So when I have a sh#$ty day
I drift away
And put ‘em on
‘Cause I don’t really got sh#$ else
So that sh#$ helps when I’m depressed
I even got a tattoo with your name across my 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 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
And I can’t see at all
And even if I could
It’d be all gray
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me
That it’s not so bad
It’s not so bad

Dear Mister I’m-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans
This’ll be the last package I ever send you’re a$$
It’s been six months and still not word
I don’t deserve it
I know you got my last two letter
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
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
And Phil saw it all
And acted as though he found him
This is kinda how this is
You coulda saved me from drownin’
Now it’s too late
I’m on a 1000 downers now
I’m drousy
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 bi#$%
I’m trying 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 sh#$
I forgot
How am I supposed to send this sh#$ out

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 be all gray
Put 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 the Starter cap
I’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show
I musta missed you
Don’t think I did that sh#$ intentionally
Just to diss you
But what’s this sh#$ you said
About you like to cut your wrists too
I say that sh#$ just clownin’ dog
C’mon
How f#$%ed up is you
You got some issues Stan
I think you need some counseling
To help you’re a$$ from bouncing of the walls
When you get down some
And what this sh#$ about us meant to be together
That kind of sh#$ will 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 sh#$
I seen this one kid on the news
A couple of 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


White America - Eminem
Link: [On imeem]

White America
Eminem
Ground floor
Mr. Mathers
Welcome to
White America

America
America

Hahahaha

We love you
We love you

How many people are proud to be citizens
Of this beautiful country of ours
The stripes and the star for the rights of men
Who have died for to protect
The women and men who broke their necks
For the freedom of speech
The United States government
Has sworn to uphold
Yo
I want everyone to listen
To the words of this song
Or so we’re told

I neva woulda dreamed
In a million years
I’d see
So many muthaf#$%in' people
Who feel like me
Who share the same views
And the same exact beliefs
It’s like a f@#$in’ army
Marchin’ in back of me
So many lives I touched
So much anger aimed
In no particular direction
Just sprays and sprays
And straight through your radio waves
It plays and plays
‘Til it stays stuck in ya head
For days and days
Who woulda thought
Standin’ in this mirror
Bleachin’ my hair
Wit some peroxide
Reachin’ for

A T-shirt to wear
That I would catapult
To the forefront of rap like this
How could I predict my words
And have an impact like this
I musta struck a chord
Wit somebody up in the office
Cuz congress keeps tellin’ me
I ain’t causin’ nothin’ but problems
And now they sayin’
I’m in trouble wid the government
I’m lovin’ it
I’ve shoveled sh#$ all my life
And now I’m dumpin’ it on

White America
I could be one of ya kids
White America
Little Eric looks just like this
White America
Erica loves my sh#$
I go on TRL
Look how many hugs I get

White America
I could be one of ya kids
White America
Little Eric looks just like this
White America
Erica loves my sh#$
I go on TRL
Look how many hugs I get

Look at these eyes
Baby blue baby
Just like yaself
If they were brown
Shady lose
Shady sits on the shelf
But Shady’s cute
Shady knew

Shady’s dimples would help
Make ladies swoon baby
Ooo baby
Look at myself
Let’s do the math
If I was black
I woulda sold half
I ain’t have to graduate
From Lincoln High School
To know that
But I can rap
So f#$% school
I’m too cool to go back
Gimme the mic
Show me where the f#$%in’ studio’s at
When I was underground
No one gave a f#$% I was white
No labels wanted to sign me
Almost gave up
I was like
F#$% it
Until I met Dre
The only one who looked past
Gave me a chance
And I lit a fire up under his a$$
Helped him get back to the top
Every fan black that I got
Was probably his in exchange
For every white fan
That he’s got
Like damn
We just swapped
Sittin’ back
Lookin’ at this sh#$
Wow
I’m like
My skin
Is it startin’ to work
To my benefit now

White America
I could be one of ya kids
White America
Little Eric looks just like this
White America
Erica loves my sh#$
I go on TRL
Look how many hugs I get

White America
I could be one of ya kids
White America
Little Eric looks just like this
White America
Erica loves my sh#$
I go on TRL
Look how many hugs I get

See the problem is
I speak to suburban kids
Who otherwise woulda never knew
These words exist
Whose moms probably woulda never gave
2 squirts of p#$$
“Til I created so much
Muthaf#$%in’ turbulance
Straight out the tube
Right into ya livin’ rooms I came
And kids flipped
When they knew I was produced by Dre
That’s all it took
And they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected wit me too
Because I looked like them
That’s why they put lyrics up
Under this microscope
Searchin’ wit a fine toothed comb
It’s like this rope
Waitin’ to choke
Tightenin’ around my throat
Watchin’ me while I write this
I don’t like this
No
All I hear is
Lyrics lyrics
Constant controversy
Sponsors workin’ ‘round the clock
To try to stop my concerts early
Surely hip hop is never a problem in Harlem
Only in Boston
After it bothered ya fathers
Of daughters startin’ to blossom
Now I’m catchin’ the flack
From these activists
When they raggin’
Actin’ like I’m the first rapper
To smack a bi#$%
And say fa$$ot
Sh#$
Just look at me
Like I’m ya closest pal
A poster child
The muthaf#$%in’ spokesman now for

White America
I could be one of ya kids
White America
Little Eric looks just like this
White America
Erica loves my sh#$
I go on TRL
Look how many hugs I get

White America
I could be one of ya kids
White America
Little Eric looks just like this
White America
Erica loves my sh#$
I go on TRL
Look how many hugs I get

So to the parents of America
I am the derringer aimed at little Erica
To attack her character
The ring leader
Of the circus of worthless pawns
Sent to lead the march right up to
The steps of Congress
And pi$$ on the lawns
Of the White House
To burn the casket
And replace it
With a parental advisory sticker
To spit liquor in the faces of
This democracy of hypocracy
F#$% you
Ms. Cheney
F#$% you
Tipper Gore
F#$% you
With the freeness of speech
This divided states of embarrassment
Will allow me to have
F#$% you

Hahaha
I’m just playin’ America
You know I love you

Link: [Eminem]

Lyrics From: [Sing365.com]