Versions Of Me

Описание: A.I. generated song about a man arguing with him self, comparing life choices at ages 20, 40, 60 and beyond.

(Intimate indie-folk, male vocals, Fingerpicked acoustic in a close, warm room; soft upright bass shadowing the root notes, Verses stay hushed and conversational, then chorus widens with airy harmonies and a touch of piano, Subtle swell on the bridge with a brushed snare and swaying organ before dropping back to a bare guitar-and-voice)

[Verse 1]
Twenty
Swears he knows everything
Sleeps on a mattress on the floor
Wallet’s thin
Hope is heavy
Thinks love is a highway
Not a door

Forty
Counts the lines on his hands
Keeps receipts
Loses days
Stares at traffic through the windshield
Asking if he’s drifting or he’s safe

[Chorus]
I keep arguing with myself
Like strangers living in my skin
One says "jump
" one says "careful"
One says "start
" one says "this is it"
If I could get us in a room
Would we speak or just avoid our eyes?
Versions of me at every age
All convinced they’re right

[Verse 2]
Sixty
Drinks his coffee slow
Keeps the names of old friends
Folded in his coat
Laughs when twenty calls him coward
Shakes his head at forty’s hurried choke

And somewhere
Past the numbers we can count
There’s a faint outline of someone
Who has finally worked it out
Smiling at our chaos
Like a parent in the crowd

[Chorus]
I keep arguing with myself
Like echoes bouncing off the years
One says "stay
" one says "leave it"
One says "fight
" one says "face your fear"
If I could get us in a room
Let the silence be our common ground
Versions of me at every age
Might finally settle down

[Bridge]
What if twenty just forgave me?
What if forty dropped his shield? (oh)
What if sixty said
"It’s alright
Some roads never get revealed"?

[Chorus]
I keep arguing with myself
But the voices start to blend
One says "love
" one says "listen"
Both say
"this is not the end"
If I could get us in a room
Maybe we’d raise a shaky glass
To the ones we were
The ones we are
And all the ones we’ll never have