My Friend of Misery
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Metallica
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,560
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Metallica. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
My Friend of Misery
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was, never will be. No money made.
Summary: Jason reacts to lyrics
Content: Language
Fuck you James. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
"You just stood there screaming"
I am not some child throwing a temper tantrum because I didn't get some candy.
"Fearing no one was listening to you"
You didn't listen. You ignored every idea, every little thing that I sweated over and rejected everything I had to say.
"The empty can rattles the most"
Fuck you. I am not empty. You just refuse to give me a chance.
"The sound of your own voice must soothe you."
Now that you mention it, NO. It doesn't, but I don't know why I bothered to try to get you to listen to me. You let me have one song to write my own bass line. Fine, cool, I was happy, ecstatic even, but then you had to go and fuck with that too. Twist and change and milk it down so it was just a faded copy of what I had slaved over. Do you know how long I worked on that bass line? Weeks, longer than I can count, night and day, trying to come up with something that would finally impress you. For you to finally see me as
the writing musician I am.
Do you realize how much you hurt me when you picked out notes, tossed out chords and finally presented me with my own fucking bass line? The homogenized, screened, pasteurized, gone through the James Hetfield filter twice and toned down to your fucking approval, bass line.
Then to top it off, you put these lyrics to it. I wondered why you kept extra quiet about the lyrics to this song. Little did I know that you were using my own fucking song to mock me. Ok, so it's not 100% my song, but it's the only fucking song on the album that has my name on it at all. So it's mine, ok?
No?
Fuck off.
I hate your motherfucking guts right now.
THE END
Summary: Jason reacts to lyrics
Content: Language
Fuck you James. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
"You just stood there screaming"
I am not some child throwing a temper tantrum because I didn't get some candy.
"Fearing no one was listening to you"
You didn't listen. You ignored every idea, every little thing that I sweated over and rejected everything I had to say.
"The empty can rattles the most"
Fuck you. I am not empty. You just refuse to give me a chance.
"The sound of your own voice must soothe you."
Now that you mention it, NO. It doesn't, but I don't know why I bothered to try to get you to listen to me. You let me have one song to write my own bass line. Fine, cool, I was happy, ecstatic even, but then you had to go and fuck with that too. Twist and change and milk it down so it was just a faded copy of what I had slaved over. Do you know how long I worked on that bass line? Weeks, longer than I can count, night and day, trying to come up with something that would finally impress you. For you to finally see me as
the writing musician I am.
Do you realize how much you hurt me when you picked out notes, tossed out chords and finally presented me with my own fucking bass line? The homogenized, screened, pasteurized, gone through the James Hetfield filter twice and toned down to your fucking approval, bass line.
Then to top it off, you put these lyrics to it. I wondered why you kept extra quiet about the lyrics to this song. Little did I know that you were using my own fucking song to mock me. Ok, so it's not 100% my song, but it's the only fucking song on the album that has my name on it at all. So it's mine, ok?
No?
Fuck off.
I hate your motherfucking guts right now.
THE END