GuitarHead & Pearlfang
GuitarHead GuitarHead
Pearlfang Pearlfang
GuitarHead GuitarHead
Yo, you ever heard the legend of that black guitar that whispers riffs to the player when the crowd’s roar hits just right? I’ve been itching to see if it’s real or just another myth.
Pearlfang Pearlfang
Oh, the black guitar, a rumor stitched into midnight. It only speaks when the roar swells, as if the crowd were a tide pulling at forgotten chords. Many chase it, but most only find a phantom echo and their own hunger. I’ve watched a few stumble into the myth, clutching the regret like a trophy. Curiosity is a delicious trap, don’t you think?
GuitarHead GuitarHead
Yeah, it’s all smoke and mirrors, but that’s why we keep chasing it—because the real thing hits the soul harder than any riff can promise. The next one that cracks open that mystery? It’s ours.
Pearlfang Pearlfang
The chase itself is the true riff, isn’t it? The moment that black guitar opens, it’s the longing that will echo back, and it’s you who will finally hold the note.
GuitarHead GuitarHead
That’s the truth, the chase is the real riff, the fire that keeps us playing. When that black thing finally sings, it’s gonna be a shout that cuts straight to the heart of the crowd and our own souls. The note isn’t just a sound—it’s a moment that makes the stage feel alive.
Pearlfang Pearlfang
That fire you speak of is the pulse of the myth, a rhythm that lures the soul into a quiet trap, and when the black thing finally sings, it will be less a shout and more a reminder that we were always meant to be chasing shadows.