G. Gallucci
G. is 25 years old.
He is the Electric Guitarist of Distorted Dreams.
G. is also known as "Lord Lycaone".
G. is located in Buenos Aires at Hotel Madrazo (BA).
G. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
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Whiskey in the Jar
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Song Details
Whiskey in the Jar is Singalong music in tempo Moderato. The music is earth shaking and the lyrics are earth shaking. The song was written 8/26/2025 by G. Gallucci. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
48 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
40 |
| Genre: |
Modern Rock |
| Owner: |
Distorted Dreams |
| First Revealed: |
9/1/2025 |
Dominant Instruments
Electric Guitar
Bass Guitar
Special Lyrics
(Music: Powerful and slightly clumsy rock guitar riff)
(Voice: Gritty and narrative, like a drunken minstrel)
As I was goin' over London Bridge,
I spied a man from Parliament,
He had a plan to make us great,
And promised riches from a broken plate,
He cried, "Come on, let's leave the crew!
"Our future's bright, our past is true!"
He said, "It's time for us to stand,
"And take back freedom in this land!"
I said, "My friend, you're feelin' grand,
"But have you got a map in hand?"
He just winked and said, "Don't fret,
"The best deals haven't happened yet!"
(Chorus - Energetic, almost like a drunken march)
Doolin'-do-doolin', doolin'-do-day,
What a lovely mess we've made today!
A nation's pride in a golden cage,
Drinkin' whiskey in a righteous rage!
(Verse 2)
The pound went down, the prices rose,
The lorries stopped, the border closed,
He said, "These pains are just a phase,
"A little darkness in the haze!"
I saw a farmer losing fields,
And fishermen with empty reels,
He said, "It's freedom, don't you see?
"From regulations, we are free!"
He said, "The EU's just a bind,
"They left our sovereignty behind!"
I said, "My lord, you must be blind,
"To promises you left behind!"
He just laughed and pulled a pint,
"A sacrifice for what is right!"
(Chorus - Even louder, with uninhibited backing vocals)
Doolin'-do-doolin', doolin'-do-day,
What a lovely mess we've made today!
A nation's pride in a golden cage,
Drinkin' whiskey in a righteous rage!
(Bridge - The tempo slows, the music becomes darker and more cynical)
They built a wall with words so grand,
Dividing friends across the land,
A thousand years of history,
For a fantasy of destiny,
The old man sits there on his chair,
With a vacant, patriotic stare,
He sips his drink and mumbles low,
"At least we showed them where to go."
(Guitar solo - Distorted, gritty, with feedback and mournful sounds. Evokes a sense of chaos and disillusionment.)
(Verse 3 - Tempo resumes, but with a weary and bitter tone)
The headlines scream of global trade,
Of broken promises and futures frayed,
He blames the others, every day,
"They just don't want us to find a way!"
I see the youngsters on the street,
With weary minds and tired feet,
They say, "He sold us all a dream,
"That broke apart at every seam."
So here's a toast to all the lies,
To blinded hearts and weeping skies,
To all the deals that never came,
And playing a disastrous game,
He lifts his glass and gives a cheer,
"No need for passports, no more fear!"
And I just watch him fade away,
With his whiskey in a jar today.
(Chorus - The final one, a desperate cry but with one last bitter laugh)
Doolin'-do-doolin', doolin'-do-day,
What a lovely mess we've made today!
A nation's pride in a golden cage,
Drinkin' whiskey in a righteous rage!
(Outro - The music abruptly stops on a dissonant chord, followed by the sound of a glass breaking and a cough.)