“i’m All In . . .”
[insert beautiful, mind bending song . . . which hasn’t been writen yet
One line - I’m all in - and nothing to link it to.
Oh the music is as finished as it can be. Half verse, Verse, Chorus, Bridge, Verse, Outro, but no words, save that one line:
I’m all in.
Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, not something I gave a second thought to: sometimes it takes a minute for the words or music of a song to find each other in the darkness of my mind. But this is different.
That line, I’m all in, why is it so hard to find a topic to which that easily lend itself to words? Is there not enough in my life which I would claim that this is the case? That I am “all in” and willing to throw the complete weight of my being behind? That there is no part of me withheld from seeking the betterment or completion of the object/subject/person in my mind’s eye?
As I finger pick and strum, slap and hammer strings, I can only wonder more deeply, journey further inside and question, while I hum I’m all in, waiting for the rest to rise to the surface.
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[…] About a month and a half ago I started writing this song. I wrote all the music while home on Spring Break with my boy Eric. But I had no words, which bothered me. The reasons for that disquiting state are described here: http://greyparty.net/2007/04/28/im-all-in/ […]