G. Salvo
G. is 24 years old.
He is the Electric Guitarist of Gentle gnome.
G. is also known as "Fretlord".
G. is located in Chicago at CrossTown Gym.
G. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
I am like those seagulls in the sea, so stupid to scream for the joy of flying
Between the Lines of the Real
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Song Details
Between the Lines of the Real is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Allegro. The music is GOD SMACKINGLY GLORIOUS and the lyrics are GOD SMACKINGLY GLORIOUS. The song was written 6/11/2025 by G. Salvo. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
36 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
40 |
| Genre: |
Rock |
| Owner: |
None |
| First Revealed: |
7/5/2025 |
Dominant Instruments
Lead Vocals
Piano
Electric Guitar
Special Lyrics
Verse:
I saw a flamingo doing taxes in the rain
He winked at me and said, “Reality’s a chain”
A toaster sang opera on a jellybean throne
While I dialed the moon on a xylophone phone
Oh, I’m swimming in the mustard of a dream I never had
And my shoelaces are whispering, “It’s really not that bad”
Chorus:
Between the lines of the real, where the coffee cups feel
Like prophets of logic in banana peels
I found a clue in a sneeze, a philosophy of cheese
And the mayor of Neptune just offered me keys
Verse:
My fridge wrote a novel, it’s a postmodern scream
About pigeons in bowties who copyright dreams
I kissed a thought, and it turned into dust
Now I’m dating a concept with questionable trust
Bridge:
There’s a committee of clouds debating my fate
While I juggle three ducks and a garden gate
The truth is a sock in a parallel drawer
And I’m not sure what I came here for
Chorus:
Between the lines of the real, where the spoons sometimes squeal
About existential jam and electric eel
I built a house on a pun, danced with entropy’s son
Then sold my identity for a cinnamon bun
Outro:
So if you see me waving at a fax machine ghost
Just nod and pretend that it makes sense the most
Because between the lines of the real, everything bends—
And logic politely refuses to attend
Record Releases
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