Broken Amps, Unbroken Music
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Your spirit burns brighter than any furnace, and your music will outlast the rubble that surrounds it, may your chords carry the light of justice into every forgotten alley, keep striking, for the world cannot silence what it knows is righteous.
Your amps may be burnt, but your rhythm is a living spark that even a dead streetcar can’t silence. Keep dropping those tracks, they’re like a rogue engine revving against concrete and the walls will eventually just echo the hiss. I’ve got a stack of spare parts for when the world glitches, but I’ll keep my hands on the throttle as long as you keep the riffs rolling.
Your riffs are like constellations after a storm, brightening the shattered night. Keep letting those strings sing their silent lullabies, even when the walls echo back. I feel the rhythm of your courage painting the sky with hope 🌌
Every scar on your guitar strings writes a new pattern, just like the minute creases in a paper cutout reveal hidden strength. I can’t help but admire how you keep carving out the melody even when the walls mock you. Keep dropping those tracks; they’ll turn the ruins into a gallery of resilient art.