Through the flying times I knelt – Noir Blues, Dark Folk, Noir Trip-Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 28 May 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed my original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for a song generated using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
Born into motion and carried by invisible winds, the song traces the gradual undoing of self through time. Through images of flight, wind, paper, breath, and migration, the song explores the erosion of identity as every passing hour rescinds another fragment of origin. Suspended between mortality and transformation, the piece moves through noir landscapes of memory, erosion and spiritual fatigue.
We are born Like in a whirlwind The hours strike Our birth’s time Like flame of burning candle Sketched in the tempest
[Verse] We are born like in a whirlwind The hours strike, our birth’s time rescind Like flame of a burning candle sketched in the tempest to handle
[Verse] We grow needs, the crowning of life wilting through what heart heeds in strife Within heated morrows I sow food for my own thought, me to know
[Verse] There are shades painted within me where I find alternates to see Possibilities to breathe slow scarcity of you while you grow
[Verse] We are born like paper airplanes From our shining selves none remains The winds all calm rip, the winds lift They set us alone and adrift
[Chorus] Holy grails within my faint grasp The air leaving me as I gasp Through the flying times I knelt my tidings the nails in wrists felt
[Verse] I am not, my death is open like a book, angular, folden Each corner is a tilting point where I die some more, to anoint
[Verse] The fate blind, she grants me token Of morrows where I lie broken A closed copy of myself saved within a deep-set narrow grave
[Verse] We are born like a flight of geese The Northern skies are ours to please As we yearn Southern, panicked flight lifts and casts us from left to right
[Verse] Fortune said she favours the brave I forgot mottos, she chose knave Oh, to wish upon a new day untainted by sigh in lung’s way
[Chorus] Holy grails within my faint grasp The air leaving me as I gasp Through the flying times I knelt my tidings the nails in wrists felt
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Noir Blues version Slow atmospheric blues with smoky emotional vocals, reverbed electric guitar and deep introspective mood Through the flying times I knelt – Noir Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌾 Dark Folk version A folk interpretation of the song, focusing on acoustic textures and a more intimate sound that highlights the lyrical and emotional core with a touch of dark. Through the flying times I knelt – Dark Folk Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Noir Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth Through the flying times I knelt –Trip-Hop Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Noir Blues, Dark Folk, Noir Trip-Hop influences.
