Posted By: Guy E. Trepanier
Solitude (Carroll Kiphen's lyric) - 10/21/20 05:07 PM
I have composed a melody for this lyric by Carroll Kiphen.
Rough demo: my voice + ukulele
https://soundcloud.com/user-380042223/solitude-uke
Solitude (#484)
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© Lyrics: Carroll Kiphen, 2020.
© Melody: Guy E. Trepanier, 2020.
Intro: 8 bars (key of C)
Sometimes a little solitude's
Precisely what you need.
A quiet little getaway
Beneath some shady trees.
A place where no one bothers you
A space to call your own.
A sanctuary for your mind
A place to feel at home.
Crowds of people everywhere
No place or space to breathe.
These four walls that surround me
Are closing in on me.
Sometimes alone's not loneliness
It just means peace of mind.
When you’re all wound up from working
It helps you to unwind.
The rustling of the autumn leaves
The tune a song bird sings
Can take a man to paradise
And give him eagle’s wings.
Crowds of people everywhere
No place or space to breathe.
These four walls that surround me
Are closing in on me.
Interlude: 8 mesures
Sometimes silence is the music
That soothes the savage beast.
It’s the poetry of nature,
The sunrise in the east.
It’s time for some retrospection,
A time to feel alive.
Without a little peace of mind
A man cannot survive.
Sometimes a little solitude’s
Exactly what we need.
Rough demo: my voice + ukulele
https:/
Solitude (#484)
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
© Lyrics: Carroll Kiphen, 2020.
© Melody: Guy E. Trepanier, 2020.
Intro: 8 bars (key of C)
Sometimes a little solitude's
Precisely what you need.
A quiet little getaway
Beneath some shady trees.
A place where no one bothers you
A space to call your own.
A sanctuary for your mind
A place to feel at home.
Crowds of people everywhere
No place or space to breathe.
These four walls that surround me
Are closing in on me.
Sometimes alone's not loneliness
It just means peace of mind.
When you’re all wound up from working
It helps you to unwind.
The rustling of the autumn leaves
The tune a song bird sings
Can take a man to paradise
And give him eagle’s wings.
Crowds of people everywhere
No place or space to breathe.
These four walls that surround me
Are closing in on me.
Interlude: 8 mesures
Sometimes silence is the music
That soothes the savage beast.
It’s the poetry of nature,
The sunrise in the east.
It’s time for some retrospection,
A time to feel alive.
Without a little peace of mind
A man cannot survive.
Sometimes a little solitude’s
Exactly what we need.
