Stan Getz - Yesterdays lyrics
[Stan Getz - Yesterdays lyrics]
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 dear Slim
I wrote 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-a got him
There probably was a problem at
The post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy
When I jot him 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 everyday
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 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
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
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 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
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, PS
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'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad dear Mister
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 coulda saved
That other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all
Then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is
You coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a 1000 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 love you Slim, we coulda 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 trying 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'd 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 the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show
I musta 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 dog
C'mon how fucked 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 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 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 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, his name was it was you
Damn
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 dear Slim
I wrote 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-a got him
There probably was a problem at
The post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy
When I jot him 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 everyday
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 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
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
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 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
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, PS
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'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad dear Mister
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 coulda saved
That other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all
Then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is
You coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a 1000 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 love you Slim, we coulda 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 trying 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'd 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 the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show
I musta 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 dog
C'mon how fucked 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 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 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 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, his name was it was you
Damn