Lyrical Interpretation of Eminem ‘Stan’ (‘Stanley’) (Snippet)

Interpretation of Eminem’s ‘Stan’, titled ‘Stanley’ (snippet).

By V. Birchwood


Music to go along with the lyrics:
https://youtu.be/pp_DdRvFEzQ


My ale’s gone warm I wonder why I

Rose up from the hay at all

The morning rain cloudeth my window

And I see nought at all

And even if I could it shall all be grey

Placest thy portrait on altar

It remindeth me, it beeth not so bad

It beeth not so bad

My ale’s gone warm I wonder why I

Rose up from the hay at all

The morning rain cloudeth my window

And I see nought at all

And even if I could it shall all be grey

Placest thy portrait on altar

It remindeth me, it beeth not so bad

It beeth not so bad

Lord Shady, I wrote thee but still shant call upon thee

I left my hamlet, cottage name, and how to find me at the bottom

I sent two letters back in autumn, thou must not have got them

Was there a problem with the messenger and the bottle?

Sometimes I babble directions too hastily or forgotten

Nevermind that, egad, how dost thou do? Lord how beeth thy daughter?

My maiden's with child too, soon I shall be a father

If God gifteth us with daughter, guess what I shall call her?

I shall name her Bonnie

I heard of thine Uncle Ronnie, God haveth mercy

My friend left in battle too, thought of himself unworthy

I know thou likely hearest this day after day, but I think of thee as family

I inquire about thee and take mead with thine Auntie Annie

Thy scrolls and sentimentals fill the floor of my shanty

I love what thou didst with Preacher Dre too, the grand finale

Gad, I hope thou receive’st this Lord, respondest back,

Just to banter, truly yours, unofficially thy family

This is Stanley

My ale’s gone warm I wonder why I

Rose up from the hay at all

The morning rain cloudeth my window

And I see nought at all

And even if I could it shall all be grey

Placest thy portrait on altar

It remindeth me, it beeth not so bad

It beeth not so bad

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