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Curtain Call: The Hits
Producer: Recording Academy
Composer Lyricist: Marshall Mathers
Composer Lyricist: Dido Armstrong
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Composer Lyricist: John Reis
Composer Lyricist: Andy Stamets
Composer Lyricist: Peter Reichert
Composer Lyricist: Paul O'Beirne
Composer Lyricist: Adam David Willard
Lyrics and translation
Original
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. 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'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 who didn't want him. I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan.
I even got the underground stuff that you did with Skam.
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.
I like the stuff you did with Rawkus too, that was phat. Anyways, I hope you get this, man, and 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, oh, I can't see at all.
And even if I could, it would all be gray, but your picture on my wall, it reminds me that it's not so bad, 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 messed 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 for four hours and you just said no.
That's pretty crummy, man, you're like his favorite 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 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 crummy day, I drift away and put 'em on 'cause I don't really got else, so that 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, such a 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 twenty-four seven, 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 would all be gray, but your picture on my wall, it reminds me that it's not so bad, 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 sendin' you, I hope you hear it. I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 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 coulda saved that other guy from drownin' but didn't? 'Cause Phil saw it all and at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'.
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 coulda been together. Think about it.
You ruined it now, I hope you go to 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, , 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, then she'll die too.
Well, gotta go, I'm almost to the bridge now. Oh, shoot, I forgot. How am I supposed to send this tape 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 would all be gray, but your picture on my wall, it reminds me that it's not so bad, 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 a Starter cap. I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you.
Don't think I did that intentionally just to diss you.
But what's this stuff you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say this stuff just clownin', dog, come on, how messed 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 junk about us meant to be together?
That type of crap would 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 with the fam.
I just don't want you to do some crazy bit.
I seen this one 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.
English translation
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. 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'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 who didn't want him. I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan.
I even got the underground stuff that you did with Skam.
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.
I like the stuff you did with Rawkus too, that was phat. Anyways, I hope you get this, man, and 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, oh, I can't see at all.
And even if I could, it would all be gray, but your picture on my wall, it reminds me that it's not so bad, 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 messed 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 for four hours and you just said no.
That's pretty crummy, man, you're like his favorite 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 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 crummy day, I drift away and put 'em on 'cause I don't really got else, so that 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, such a 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 twenty-four seven, 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 would all be gray, but your picture on my wall, it reminds me that it's not so bad, 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 sendin' you, I hope you hear it. I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 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 coulda saved that other guy from drownin' but didn't? 'Cause Phil saw it all and at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin'.
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 coulda been together. Think about it.
You ruined it now, I hope you go to 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, , 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, then she'll die too.
Well, gotta go, I'm almost to the bridge now. Oh, shoot, I forgot. How am I supposed to send this tape 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 would all be gray, but your picture on my wall, it reminds me that it's not so bad, 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 a Starter cap. I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you.
Don't think I did that intentionally just to diss you.
But what's this stuff you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say this stuff just clownin', dog, come on, how messed 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 junk about us meant to be together?
That type of crap would 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 with the fam.
I just don't want you to do some crazy bit.
I seen this one 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.