ATF: Justin and Stan

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Blue October]

Hate Me

Blue October

Hi Justin. This is your mother. It is 2:33 on Monday afternoon. I was just calling to see how you were doing. You sounded really uptight last night. It made me a little nervous, and a little… Well, it made me nervous, but it sounded like you were nervous, too. I just want to make sure you are really okay, and I wanted to see if you were checking in on your medication, too. You know I love ya, and… Take care, honey. I know you’re under a lot of pressure. See ya. Bye Bye!

I have to block out thoughts of you

So I don’t lose my head

They crawl in like a cockroach

Leaving babies in my bed

Dropping little reels of tape

To remind me that I’m alone

Playing movies in my head

That make a porno feel like home

There’s a burning in my pride

A nervous bleeding in my brain

An ounce of peace is all I want for you

Will you never call again

And will you never say that you love me

Just to put it in my face

And will you never try to reach me

It is I that wanted this

Hate me today

Hate me tomorrow

Hate me so you can finally see

What’s good for you

I’m sober now for 3 whole months

It’s one accomplishment that you helped me with

The one thing that always tore us apart

Is the one thing that I won’t touch again

In a sick way I want to thank you

For holding my head up late at night

While I was busy waging wars on myself

You were trying to stop the fight

You never doubted my warped opinions

On things like suicide and hate

You made me compliment myself

When it was way too hard to take

So I’ll drive so f#$%ing far away

That I’ll never cross your mind

And do what it takes in your heart

To leave me behind

Hate me today

Hate me tomorrow

Hate me for all the things

I didn’t do for you

Hate me and wait

Yeah wait’s hard to swallow

Hate me so you can finally

See what’s good for you

And when the sad hard eyes

Say bye to you and wave

Kicking shadows on the street

For every mistake that I have made

And like a baby boy

I never was a man

Until I saw your blue eyes crying

And I held your face in my hand

And then I fell down yelling

Make it go away

Just make a smile come back

And shine just like it used to be

And then she whispered

How could you do this to me

Hate me today

Hate me tomorrow

Hate me for all the things

I didn’t do for you

Hate me and wait

Yeah wait’s hard to swallow

Hate me so you can finally

See what’s good for you

Link: [Eminem]

Stan

Eminem

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

I'd 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 have got 'em

It probably was a problem

At the post office or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em

But anyways

F#%k it

What's been up man

How's your daughter

My girlfriend's pregnant too

I'm out to be a father

If I have a daughter

Guess what I'm a call her

I'm a name her Bonnie

I read about your Uncle Ronnie too

I'm sorry

I had a friend kill himself over some biatch

Who didn't want him

I know you probably hear this every day

But I'm your biggest fan

I even got the underground $@it that you did with Scam

I got a room full of your posters

And your pictures man

I like the $@it you did with Ruckus too

That $@it was fat

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 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 the chance

I ain't mad

I just think it's f#%ked up

You don't answer fans

If you didn't want to talk to me outside the 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 $@itty man

You're like his f#%kin' 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 write to 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 $@itty day

I drift away and put 'em on

‘Cause I don't really got $@it else

So that $@it helps when I'm depressed

I even got a tattoo with 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 l know you Slim

No one does

She don't know what it was like for people like us

Growing up

You've 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 all be gray

But 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 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

Ya dare me to drive

You know this song by Phil Collins

From the air in the night

About that guy

Who could have saved that other guy

From drowning but didn't

Then Phil saw it all

Then at his show he found him

That's kinda how this is

You could have 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 your pictures off the wall

I loved you Slim

We could have 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 conscious eats at you

And you can't breathe without me

See Slim

Shut up biatch

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 $@it

I forgot

How am I supposed to send this $@it 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 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'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 your Starter cap

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show

I must have missed you

Don't think I did that $@it intentionally

Just to dis you

And what's this $@it you said about

You like to cut your wrist too

I say that $@it just clownin' dawg

C'mon

How f#%ked up is you

You got some issues Stan

I think you need some counselin'

To help you’re a$$ from bouncin' off the walls

When you get down some

And what's this $@it about us meant to be together

That type of $@it'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'd 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 $@it

I seen this one $@it 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 it didn't say who it was to

Come to think about it

His name was

It was you

Damn

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

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