Soliloquy - Prodigal Son Trilogy - 05/30/18 06:12 PM
Soliloquy
The Young Son's Song
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Song #2 in the Trilogy. Here, the Young Son is reflecting/meditating the morning after returning to the Father.
Maybe my most difficult song to produce, since it's all free-form...not being a confident performer, I couldn't rely on Style or RT's or even entering chords in BIAB to create the structure. It's taken me a long time to get this to a point where I wasn't frustrated and unhappy with it.
Melody relies on #4 tones as passing tones to major chords.
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I open my night eyes, and I see where I am;
There's a fragrance so fresh in the air;
My pillow is sweet, and a robe's at my feet;
And the ring on my finger's still there.
I look in the mirror--it's the face of a prince;
And I'm dressed in the clothes of the court.
Amazed that it's so, 'cause the man that I know
Who returned was a much different sort.
Low was the road I wandered,
Lusting for evil and sin;
Wasted my selfish young years;
The shame who I've been..
I gaze in the mirror and I can't understand
How his mercy could loose what I'd done;
Too filthy to hide, but his arms opened wide
And my father said, "Welcome, my son!"
The Young Son's Song
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Song #2 in the Trilogy. Here, the Young Son is reflecting/meditating the morning after returning to the Father.
Maybe my most difficult song to produce, since it's all free-form...not being a confident performer, I couldn't rely on Style or RT's or even entering chords in BIAB to create the structure. It's taken me a long time to get this to a point where I wasn't frustrated and unhappy with it.
Melody relies on #4 tones as passing tones to major chords.
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I open my night eyes, and I see where I am;
There's a fragrance so fresh in the air;
My pillow is sweet, and a robe's at my feet;
And the ring on my finger's still there.
I look in the mirror--it's the face of a prince;
And I'm dressed in the clothes of the court.
Amazed that it's so, 'cause the man that I know
Who returned was a much different sort.
Low was the road I wandered,
Lusting for evil and sin;
Wasted my selfish young years;
The shame who I've been..
I gaze in the mirror and I can't understand
How his mercy could loose what I'd done;
Too filthy to hide, but his arms opened wide
And my father said, "Welcome, my son!"