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 Johannesburg at Riot Grrrl | Johannesburg.
G. likes to go shopping 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
Echo of a Slow Thought
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Song Details
Echo of a Slow Thought is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Vivace. The music is GOD SMACKINGLY GLORIOUS and the lyrics are GOD SMACKINGLY GLORIOUS. The song was written 4/3/2025 by G. Salvo. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
4 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Rock |
| Owner: |
None |
| First Revealed: |
6/25/2025 |
Dominant Instruments
Electric Guitar
Lead Vocals
Special Lyrics
I. Drifting Between Moments
I float between the lost moments,
A breath between the ticks of a clocks,
Where the time forgets to pull me in,
And the silence wears a thoughtful grin.
Ideas form like distant stars,
Too slow to burn, too faint, too far.
A whisper wrapped in static grey,
The mind begins to drift away...
II. The Mind in Retrograde
Return to the spark that never ignited,
Trace the spiral, uninvited.
Memory speaks in a foreign tongue,
Backward poems never sung.
What if the thought was never born?
A seed in soil left to mourn.
Still it echoes, soft and deep,
A lullaby that will not sleep.
Circles drawn with trembling hands,
On windows fogged in shifting sands.
III. Collapse into Knowing
But even slow thoughts find their flame,
Their name unknown, yet all the same.
The echo grows, begins to call,
Not sharp nor loud — but over all.
It isn’t truth, it isn’t lie,
It’s what remains when both pass by.
A voice that’s heard without a sound,
A weightless word that shakes the ground.
So let it ring through tangled skies,
Through sleepless minds and shuttered eyes —
The echo of a slow, slow thought,
Is all we seek. And all we’re not.
Record Releases
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