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389c114a2bdb34004b85ea6fdc2036883fb04f8eca5b51ae5e9b7433d4c1a76fsafePrompt:
Write a masterfully technical acoustic guitar prog song built around layered slap grooves, cascading harmonics, and fingerpicked passages that feel like slow, unseen movement — like something alive beneath the surface. Use shifting time signatures that resolve just long enough to catch breath, then disappear. Lyrically, center on the unrecognized labor of inner growth — the dark, thankless parts of becoming. “Cracking open in silence / Reaching where no sun has been.” Avoid “you” entirely; let everything live in -ing phrases and sensory images. The chorus swells with subtle power: “No one claps for the seed / Breaking under weight / Quiet blooming underground / Still becoming something great.” Let the bridge introduce tempo shifts that feel like emotional upheaval, a sudden push from within. End with layered guitar harmonics fading slowly — unfinished, unresolved, but alive.
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Description:
The image captures a man in a black shirt playing a red electric guitar, with his legs crossed. He appears to be deeply immersed in his music, possibly performing a song that reflects the themes of inner growth and the unrecognized labor of becoming. The guitar is prominently featured in the foreground, while the man's body language and facial expression convey a sense of focus and passion for his craft. The overall atmosphere of the image is one of creativity, emotion, and dedication to the art of music.
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Title: Still BecomingTags: Progressive, Acoustic Guitar, Fingerstyle, Minimal, Atmospheric[Verse 1] Cracking open in silence Grain by grain, the weight shifts Roots threading stone, blind and slow Hollow soil cradles breathless drift [Verse 2] Fingernail moons carve the dusk Tiny fractures in the shell unseen Echoes coil in the marrow Stretching into spaces in between [Chorus] No one claps for the seed Breaking under weight Quiet blooming underground Still becoming something great [Verse 3] Threads unravel from within Knots untie with aching grace Cells remembering firelight Without ever seeing a face [Pre-Chorus] Veins of effort in the dark No chorus, no spark Only shifting, only sinking Into shapes not yet known [Chorus] No one claps for the seed Breaking under weight Quiet blooming underground Still becoming something great [Bridge] Time bending like a limb in wind Every pulse an upheaval Pushing not forward, but through Breaking form to find renewal [Refrain] Still becoming, still becoming Still becoming... [Outro] [Melodic Guitar Harmonics Interlude] [Fade Out and End]