@@JustGuitarThingsNah I’d say: James = Dad Robert/Jason/Cliff = Mom (most mature, well behaved) Middle child = Kirk (stupid adorable) Youngest child = Lars (annoying but still loved and spoiled as hell)
2:45 Gets me every time. Kirk always believes in the power of his own jokes, no matter if he gets ignored or, in that particular case, slapped halfway across the street. Sheer commitment.
@@88fanforlife I never said he slammed drummers specifically, did I? So you really shouldn't try putting words in my mouth. I said he's stirring up shit about other people and how THEY aren't the best at their INSTRUMENTS. Does Lars initiate or does he not initiate the conversation at 3:05 where he is telling James (he says, [he said]): "Kerry King said you're the worst guitarist to grace the pages of Guitar Magazine". Resulting immediately, before Lars is finished his b.s. statement, James is taking offense and giving defense. WHY? because Lars is speaking for somebody else. I didn't hear K.K. say a single word knocking James or anybody else when they showed his face for that split second. Why is Lars opening his mouth with the (he said/he said) gossip crap? I never heard K.K. talk shit about any other musician in their circle of music genre...ever! So, that's right, I said Lars is a gossip spittin little BITCH! Kerry & James are both grown men who can say something to each others face if they got a problem. They know each other, they've (Metallica & Slayer)toured together. They surely know how to get in touch with each other if they want to. Little Miss Lars doesn't have to lick James' balls in praise to cause animosity between 2 grown men just to watch if any sparks fly & it doesn't matter IF any difference in OPINION of who plays better anyway. They each have their own style and art form to express themselves musicly. Lars succeeded in sucking James right in to laugh out loud at something LARS, not Kerry said. BC Lars is creating that to tighten his grip on his big buddy James to where he is feeding his insecurities & bonding more at the expense of dragging Kerry's name through the mud. James responded in retaliation of some horseshit hearsay. Now, tell me I don't have a point. Lars got a big mouth. Continue to watch his demeanor with which he speaks, about...just "things & people" in general. He's a crybaby bitch and has been for decades. You, on the other hand, I really have no problem with. Maybe you misunderstood me, leaving me to spell out what I figured was explained by my initial comment. I'll be clearer next time....
@@m.c.ruckus2032 Lars is still killing it live. Everyone knows he got tired and lazy for about 10 years but he's been fucking awesome lately. Kerry King is a nobody among guitar greats. Jeff was Slayer
1:18 Guilty as charged But damn it, it ain't right There's someone else controlling me Death in the air Strapped in the electric chair This can't be happening to me Who made you God to say "I'll take your life from you?" Flash before my eyes Now it's time to die Burning in my brain I can feel the flame Wait for the sign To flick the switch of death It's the beginning of the end Sweat, chilling cold As I watch death unfold Consciousness my only friend My fingers grip with fear What am I doing here? Flash before my eyes Now it's time to die Burning in my brain I can feel the flame Someone help me Oh please, God help me They're trying to take it all away I don't want to die Time moving slow The minutes seem like hours The final curtain call I see How true is this? Just get it over with If this is true, just let it be Wakened by horrid scream Freed from this frightening dream Flash before my eyes Now it's time to die Burning in my brain I can feel the flame
Dude fax I was also thinking Guilty as charged But damn it, it ain't right There's someone else controlling me Death in the air Strapped in the electric chair This can't be happening to me Who made you God to say "I'll take your life from you" Flash before my eyes Now it's time to die Burning in my brain I can feel the flames Wait for the sign To flick the switch of death It's the beginning of the end Sweat, chilling cold As I watch death unfold Consciousness my only friend My fingers grip with fear What I am doing here? Flash before my eyes Now it's time to die Burning in my brain I can feel the flames Someone help me Oh please, God, help me They are trying to take it all away I don't want to die Someone help me Oh please God help me They are trying to take it…
