Stop - Red Hot Chili Peppers - Can't

They played until their fingers bled and the sun began to dip into the Pacific, turning the horizon into a smear of chili-pepper red. When the final feedback faded into the sound of distant waves, the four of them stood in silence. They knew.

“Choose not a life of imitation,” Anthony belted, his voice cracking with a raw, joyful intensity. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Can't Stop

They couldn't stop. They didn't want to. The "shindig" was just getting started. They played until their fingers bled and the

“Again,” Flea muttered, his thumb poised like a hammer over the heavy strings of his bass. ” Anthony belted