Eminem-"Stan (feat. Dido)"

饒舌歌手Eminem 去年底推出的新專輯“Revival’s”，推出後立即獲得Billboard專輯排行榜冠軍，這是他連續8張專輯推出即獲排行榜冠軍，在排行榜的歷史中，另有三個歌手與合唱團有8張專輯獲得排行榜冠軍的紀錄，他們是目前當紅的女歌星Beyonce 的先生-唱片界大亨、NBA籃網隊股東、饒舌歌手與作曲人JAY-Z，The Beatles披頭合唱團及The Rolling Stones滾石合唱團，但是他們的專輯並沒有連續得冠軍，而且沒有在推出當週即得到冠軍。

白人饒舌歌手Eminem本名Marshall Mathers III，1972年10月17日出生於米蘇里州堪薩斯市，但是在靈魂歌曲大本營密西根州底特律長大，饒舌歌手、唱片製作人、娛樂界大亨 Dr.Dre 對他提攜甚多，Dr.Dre曾經製作不少hip hop嘻哈音樂唱片，Snoop Dogg、Black Street及Eminem都是他的門生。

在滾石雜誌由專業人士評選出的歷年500大專輯唱片排行榜中，Eminem有二張專輯進榜，即1999年的The Slim Shady LP（275名）與2000年的The Marshall Mather LP（244名），而The Marshall Mather LP當中的單曲"Stan (feat. Dido)"是Eminem唯一進滾石雜誌歷年500大單曲唱片排行榜的歌（296名）。

"Stan (feat. Dido)"在美國的排行榜上只獲得第51名，但是在英國、德國、義大利、澳洲等11國都獲得冠軍，是一首流行歌曲的經典之作，也是Eminem的招牌歌曲。

"Stan (feat. Dido)"的故事說一個叫Stanley "Stan" Mitchell的男子聲稱他是Slim的頭號歌迷，他寫了很多信給Slim，但都沒有收到回信，"Stan"開始躁鬱不安，他錄了一捲卡帶，裡面說是錄給Slim聽的...， 然後帶著車上的女朋友衝過路邊欄杆掉進河裡淹死。

"Stan (feat. Dido)"這一首歌引來很多討論，MV裡也有些髒話遭消音，但樂評人Stephen Thomas Erlewine、娛樂週刊、洛杉磯時報、CD Universe、NME雜誌、Slant雜誌...都給予正面的評價，且也多誇讚Dido的"Thank You"幫了大忙，英國衛報的作家及評論人Giles Foden 甚至把Eminem 比做十九世紀名詩人Robert Browning。

在2001年 Grammy獎頒獎典禮中，Eminem面對GLAAD｢同性戀反歧視組織｣的批判，他和出櫃的同性戀巨星Elton John合唱Dido版的"Thank You"回應，當然歌詞改用一些profanities，英雄不改本色。

"Thank You"是一首由英籍女歌手Dido黛朵所寫的歌，1998年首度出現於電影Sliding Doors插曲專輯中，1999在他個人的專輯No Angel中推出時就是一首很受歡迎的歌，"Stan (feat. Dido)"於2000年11月4日推出後，Dido於美國也推出此曲，獲得熱門排行榜第三名，但在抒情榜則得到冠軍。

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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'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall

It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

[x2]

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, 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 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 blisterin' 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 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'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'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 could've saved that other guy from drownin'

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 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 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, 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 clowning, dawg

Come on, how fucked up is you?

You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'

To help your ass from bouncin' 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

Songwriters: Paul Herman / Dido Armstrong / Marshall Mathers