I keep expecting- "DEAR MR. I'M TOO GOOD TO CALL OR WRITE MY FANS, THIS LL BE THE LAST LETTER I EVER SEND YOUR ASS" And k keep jumping thinking I'm gonna hear it.
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
This hurts my heart for some reason, probably because I don't have any ray of hope unlike the woman singing. "But your picture on my wall, it reminds me that it's not so bad" I don't have anything to help the darkness at all, sides' the crushing loneliness even when there's people nearby. My parents set high expectations on me "graduate and beat all of us" even if i'm sick "i'll give you an asprin" but what i'm sick of is all the stress thats building every single day, mind you I don't drink, smoke, get high. I've pretty much gave all my youth to this family at a young age, now here I am 18 years old and graduating high school with no friends and no personality, but who needs things like friends? All they're there for is to feel included. Maybe the loneliness is best, maybe I should just bury all these needless emotions like my mother expects me too and hide in a shell like I did all those years ago. Why am I sharing these things? Dunno felt like it Edit: probably cause of how the lyrics sing to me
@@trashshinobi5758 ay vro everything is bound to fall in place. It may not be today, tomorrow, next week, but it will come. I hope you find balance to your life.
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 Put your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad*
Trash Shinobi Hi, I’ve just read your comment, and I wanted to tell u that I feel the same. My parents expect a lot from me, my sister is sick, I have no friends and I’m still at high school....maybe we are not so lonely 😌 How are things going on for you? Your comment really got to my heart, hope you’ll find balance and closure one day, and I hope I will too. I’d like to get an answer, I would like to know how are you!
I agree that this is my favorite part of 'Stan.' It's really amazing how the tone of the lyrics change because of the instruments behind it. Listen to these lyrics when they're in 'Thank You' and then go back and listen to them here with Dre's bass in the background. Crazy how much darker they feel here.
@@thenavigator2559 it's less like lofi hip hop, more like light 90s pop. lofi has a lot more of a 'damaged' sound, this sounds a lot more "big" than what lofi hip hop usually does sound like
I love the fact that in "Thank You", these lyrics are meant to believe that she loves someone so much that the thought of them makes her day better and makes her happy and in "Stan", the lyrics are twisted into a tragic and fucked-up meaning, where someone is so enamored by a celebrity that they literally can't go a day without listening to his music or writing a letter to him
The rain, the perfectly placed bass, the guitar riffs that breath beautifully..the overall passive vibe this gives off is astounding and made me fall in love with Ems music.
I love this part of the song so much. The rest of Stan is just too eerie for me and Dido's Thank You just isn't my song. These lyrics are beyond relatable and I love the beat.
I met a girl she is beautiful and a Very funny But, i'm afraid of Messing up and pushing her away I'm terrible at interacting with other people and I'm full of emotional problems I wanted to be a good boyfriend for her
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I - Got out of bed at all... The morning rain-clouds out my window But I can't see at all. Even if I could, it'll all be gray, put your picture on my wall.. It reminds me that it's not so bad, i t ' s n o t s o b a d
I drank too much last night, got bills to pay My head just feels in pain I missed the bus and there'll be hell today I'm late for work again And even if I'm there, they'll all imply That I might not last the day And then you call me And it's not so bad, it's not so bad And I want to thank vou For giving me the best day of my life Oh, just to be with you Is having the best day of my life Push the door, I'm home at last And I'm soaking through and through Then you handed me a towel And all I see is you And even if my house falls down now I wouldn't have a clue Because you're near me And I want to thank you
lyrics: my teas gone cold im wonderin why i got outta bed at all the mornin rain clouds up my window but i cant see at all but even if i could it'd all be gray but your picture on my wall it reminds that it's not so its not so bad its not so bad....
Imagine: your a famous actress/actor sitting in a limousine. You look outside admiring the tall buildings and the flashing lights in the beautiful New York City, rain begins to poor harshly and you lean you’re head on the hard, cold window feeling calm and safe, while you listen to this song, putting AirPods. You were indeed lost in a world of you’re own. You were dressed in a really fancy outfit looking stunning as ever, thinking about what life would be like if you stayed unknown....
Imagine: You're a journalist filming war footage during the Colombian Conflict. You find yourself in the basement of a building. It might be a quick-improv bunker, but you can't say for certain. There's a long horizontal opening with a ladder propped up underneath it. The opening is long enough to cover the wall, but short enough to only fit a head. The air is moist from a recent rain and hot. Your shirt damp with sweat clings to your skin. Men of different ages are gathered in the bunker, armed with rifles. The looks on their faces are grim. They look tired. They look exhausted. They look like they've been going on for years. They look like they want to just be home, but they don't know how they'll ever get home. They don't know where home is. Gunshots ring out and echo sharply throughout the bunker. Adrenaline has kicked in and the men are now scrambling to their positions. They ignore you as they rush past you. You can't hear from the earlier gunshots. But you don't need to hear to know that your position is under attack. A young man holding an M60 climbs the ladder, sticks the barrel out of the opening and loads the first shot from a belt of bullets into the receiver. He's wearing a backwards combat hat and shouting something in Spanish. But you still can't hear. He pulls the trigger and his M60 begins spewing shots at a target. A target unknown to you. Below and to the left of him is his loader. A boy, a kid, maybe 14 or 15 years old, holding onto the belt of ammunition feeding it up to the young man. In his mouth hangs a lit cigarette. His focus is on his job, giving the young man a steady supply of bullets for his machine gun. But your focus is on his face. The denial of his youth in a home that he does not recognize anymore. 40 years later, the conflict is still going. But your part in it is long over You're sitting in the veranda of your Florida home. It's raining outside, but it's not cold. In fact it's quite warm. The boom of thunder echoes from faraway lightning. But you're not there. You're back in the heat and the stink and the noise from that day. And you're thinking about that boy. Where is he now? Was he able to make it home or was he claimed by the conflict? You'll never know. And whenever the rain makes the air damp and thunder booms, the question haunts you. That day haunts you.
For those looking for meaning: Your life is a difficult. Look around and it is easy to see the struggle everybody is going through. Help those people ease their pain. This is not an easy task and you may find that you will first have to help yourself get better before you're in the position to help others. Willingly take on the burden of another person's struggle and you will find peace. Help your community be better than it is. This great responsibility is the road towards living a meaningful life.
This song is Legendary. It makes you think about your life, your way, and why you should stand up after falls many times, cuz you’re a prince of all Saiyan 🗣️🗣️🗣️
It’s 4:26 am on thanksgiving. I’m nowhere near my family and I can’t go see them. COVID has destroyed so much happiness this year and I can’t stand it. The realization of not seeing my family hits hard and the crushing loneliness drops on me like a bomb. There has been nothing but pain.
I could drift away listening to this right here, in my honest opinion this is the best part of the song. I could listen to this loop and never get bored or annoyed. 🎧❤️
i played this on repeat while i read flowers from 1970, and everytime i listen i get flashbacks to crying while reading itttt :( but this is still a banger and ima listen to it forever :)
