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02. September 2007 - Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan.

Hey

Oh Gott... ich habe gerade das traurigste Lied der Welt gehört.. ich hab geheult, als ich den Text gelesen habe!

 CHORUS (Two Times):
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
the morning rain cloggs 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

VERSE 1:
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, fuck 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 bitch who didn't want him.
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan.
I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam.

I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.
I like the shit you did with Ruckus 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.

Repeat Chorus:

VERSE 2:
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have the 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 your concert You didn't have to
but you could have signed an autograph for Matthew.
That's my little brother, man. He's only 6 years old.
We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours and ya 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, but I just don't like bein' lied to.
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I 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 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 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 I 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. PS: We should be together too.

Repeat Chorus:

VERSE 3:
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, ya dare me to drive?"
You know that 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 o' your pictures off the wall.
I love 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, (screaming) 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?

(screeching tires, crashing sounds, car splashes into the water)

Repeat Chorus:

VERSE 4:
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 shit intentionally, just to diss you.
And what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dawg, c'mon, 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'd be doin' just fine
If you'd relax a little. I'm glad that 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 it didn't say who it was to
Come to think about it...his name was...it was you. DAMN!

Eminem & Dido - Stan 

 

Naja... whatever.

Habe eine neue Homepage, weswegen meine alte (nicht die hier) geschlossen wird. Hier findet ihr sie!

Naja... ich denke ich werde jetzt gleich auch schlafen gehen...

Bitte lasst euch den Text durch den Kopf gehen... ich finde den echt traurig.

Habe sogar mitgerappt.

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2.9.07 22:03


12. September 2007 - AK 08!

Hey Leute!

So, zuerst möchte ich mal ansagen, dass ich vom 17.09.2007 bis zum 21.09.2007 auf Abschlussfahrt in den Niederlanden bin.
Normalerweise macht man die ja am Ende des Jahres, aber bei uns wurde das auf den Anfang verschoben. Werde im Kijkduin-Bungalow-Park sein. Werde dort höchstwahrscheinlich, wenn's da kein Internetcafé gibt, nicht erreichbar sein, außer unter meiner Handynummer, die Eingeweideweihte ja kennen.
Ich kümmere mich laut Haushaltsplan um die Salate!  *_*"

Mhpf. Montag wurde ich gemobbt, mal wieder. Dominik hat mich geschlagen und ich habe dank ihm einen rieeesen blauen Fleck am rechten Oberarm und am linken 'nen recht kleinen. Evtl. wird er deswegen von der Abschlussfahrt abgeschlossen.

Insert sorrows here _
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Ps: Sorry, dass ich so lange nicht gebloggt hab. 

12.9.07 21:40


14. September 2007 - Auschluss der Abschlussfahrt

Oh Gott, ich fühle mich gerade ziemlich schlecht.

Meine Mom telefoniert gerade mit Herr Heuvelmann, weil Dominik ausgeschlossen werden soll, und das will ich nicht, immerhin ist es ja auch für ihn eine Abschlussfahrt. Und damit fühle ich mich sehr schlecht.

Er tut mir doch Leid, ich meine, ich war mal in ihn verliebt und er hat immernoch den selben Blick drauf und wenn er weint hab ich diekt total viele Schuldgefühle. Ich will, dass sich das ändert.

Da muss sich was ändern...
Ich werde jetzt nur noch mehr fertig gemacht, ich hab geheult.
Ich meine, die die zu mir halten liebe ich ja, aber... warum muss Dominik ausgeschlossen werden?

Ich will das er mitfährt, weil er mich dann respektiert und nicht schlägt...

Und anscheinend kann er doch nicht mit.

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14.9.07 12:35


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