G. Gallucci
G. is 23 years old.
He is the Electric Guitarist of Distorted Dreams.
G. is also known as "Lord Lycaone".
G. is located in Antalya at Falez Hotel.
G. likes to rest during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
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then little Cassandra and sweet Sofia.
The Family's back.
Work in Progressive
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Song Details
Work in Progressive is Anthem music in tempo Moderato. The music is mind melting and the lyrics are mind melting. The song was written 6/26/2025 by G. Gallucci. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
14 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Modern Rock |
| Owner: |
None |
| First Revealed: |
6/28/2025 |
Dominant Instruments
Electric Guitar
Bass Guitar
Special Lyrics
🎵 Work in Progressive
(lyrics)
[Part I – Fragments of a Blueprint]
Clock hands spinning like vinyl,
Sketches drawn in smoke and wire,
I built a staircase with no landing—
A dream that climbs, but never tires.
Whispers from tomorrow’s corners,
Mutter truths I used to fear,
Every step is contradiction,
Every note a new frontier.
[Part II – Disassemble to Understand]
Break me down in seven phases,
Count in measures undefined,
I’m not broken, just expanding,
In the chaos, I rewind.
Binary gods with tangled tongues,
Programmed me to feel the noise,
But I choose the dissonance freely—
A slave that reclaims his voice.
[Chorus – Work in Progressive]
I’m a work in progressive,
No finish line in sight.
Composing my confessions
In colors that don't bite.
Evolving in slow motion,
Devolving to ignite—
The song writes me in silence,
Then screams me into light.
[Part III – Echoes from the Unfinished]
Don’t ask where the ending hides,
There is none, and that’s the art.
Infinity is not a number—
It’s the pulse inside my heart.
With every fall, I rearrange,
Transpose the grief into design,
I’m not lost—I’m just becoming
A dissonant, divine line.
[Outro – Fade In to Phase Out]
So paint me with the tremble,
Frame me with the flaws,
I'm a sonata still unfolding,
An opus without pause.
Work in progressive, I remain,
Unwritten, yet composed—
A canvas in rebellion,
Forever juxtaposed.
Record Releases
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