偶像信

今天先不說電影節~ 因為寡人太懶喇~有時睇完都唔肯make notes，肯make notes 又唔肯打番落部電腦度。總之就真係勁衰格啦~
上一兩個星期做野果度可以free d，因為d 學生放假，咁都可以開下收音機。近排聽到有一首歌，講一個小fans 寄信比個世界知名超級偶像，每日寄一封，一直寄，到最後個超級偶像終於回信喇。
唔駛講，近排得閒去聽歌的人都會知道呢首係乜野歌啦…當然，是她的歌。
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作曲：方樹樑填詞：黃偉文編曲：方樹樑監製：崔炎德 / Evi Yang

天天寫　封封寫滿六百句的我愛你寫了十年從未覺得太乏味深信最後收得到答覆　荷李活美不美

Ｋ先生：可否阻你十八秒鐘看看信如果你認同人是有需要造夢給我寄贈簽名的信封　只要一封

繼續被動來做普通的大眾實在沒有用　情願不怕面紅頑強地進攻　爭取你認同才年年月月晚晚朝朝密密寄信

＊明知我們隔著個太空　仍然將愛慕天天入進信封　抬頭望星空發夢　仍然自信　等到遠處你為我寫那一封（等到你會破例答覆我一封）

人人都怕難怕倦　怕撲空　全球得我未死心　沒有放鬆　專心得超級偶像　也動容　一直相信　所以給你一直寫信（專心得金剛鐵石　也動容　一直相信　不怕多寄幾百封信）＊

Ｆ小姐：真感激你為我每天也寄信年輕我亦曾同樣那麼愛造夢所以決定親筆的答覆　等你相信

繼續被動來做普通的大眾實在沒有用　情願不怕面紅頑強地進攻　爭取那認同如朝朝代代每個不朽烈士奮勇 Repeat（＊）＊
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點解會講呢d 無聊野呢？嗯…因為其實寡人以前都試過做d 咁無聊的事，每一次聽到呢首歌就令寡人諗起當時的寡人:P。當然，無f小姐咁有恆心，一日一封，但寡人也自問不弱，可以一個禮拜一封咁滯，有時兩個禮拜寄一封比個idol，一直寄一直寄…但都未有回覆，寡人明明無send 錯地址，也沒send 錯人…哈哈…
後來低調左，寡人開了一個email account(可想而之係幾耐之前的事)，偶像才回了一封，內容大約如此：「多謝你差不多每個星期也來信，我每次開信之前都會估一估入面寫d 乜野…」大約係咁…那時真係勁開心…到後來也繼續send emails(懶了，沒寄信)，大約七八封會回一封…到最後也因為自己怕難怕倦怕撲空，於是放鬆了，相隔send email的時間也愈久。到了現在，send email也沒有，只是全年會買兩次咭比佢。一次係聖誕咭，一次是生日咭。佢應該會收到的~ 哈哈…
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早兩日被佢提醒左有另外一首歌，也應該要放埋係一齊播先至好！咁另外果首係乜野呢，就係以下呢首喇~ 呢一個都係寡人仰慕的artist，但係當然唔敢寄信啦，容乜易好似Stan 佢咁架…
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Stan – Eminem f/ Dido

[Dido Chorus]

My tears gone cold, I’m wonderin’ why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds at my window and I can’t see at all
And even if I could, it would all be great
To put 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
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’mma call her?
I’mma 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

[Dido Chorus]

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 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 six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and ya 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 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
P.S. We should be together too

[Dido Chorus]

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, shut up bitch, I’m try-na 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?

[Dido Chrous]

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 must have missed you
Don’t think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you
But what’s the shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin’ 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’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!