by WindowLicker » Sun May 01, 2011 4:10 am
I like that one when the dude with the long black flippy hair from that obscurely named band plays a bunch of really simple low chords really slow while the guy/girl/i-can't-tell-what does fry vocals over it.
The sound of gun fire so loud and rapid, but it seems to be so quiet around me, and out of nowhere I feel peace cover me. I reach down and reload my ticket home. The taste of cold steel on my lips, and a second later silence fills the January air...