The fools follow lies – Noir Blues, Cinematic, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice)

The fools follow lies – Noir Blues, Cinematic, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice)
16 June 2026
woman pointing to the skies for the people around her to see what she sees up there but they are busy arguing and looking elsewhere, unaware and unconscious
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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

Woven from reflections on faith, belonging and the human condition, this song contemplates the forces that divide and the truths that connect. As voices clash and certainties harden, it looks beyond the surface in search of wisdom, compassion and the wider horizon that lies beyond fear.

Undeterred
Blinded hatred herd
Pushing through
Wars of faith
Warlords faithless brink masters
Pushing to blisters

Read the full original poem here:
https://geethabalvannanathan.com/2017/01/01/the-fools-follow-lies/

## ✍️ ADAPTED LYRICS

[Verse]
Pushing through, blinded hatred herd
Wars of faith they raise undeterred
The warlords faithless brink masters
pushing to a world of blisters

[Verse]
Consensus, as the Angels fall
brief respite before Nature’s call
The instincts of the animal
woven deeply within mammal

[Verse]
Prime life within, where knitted thoughts
rhyme with simple forget me nots
Cathedrals, art of reaching peak
Prayers meek, mistakes that they seek

[Chorus]
Orders tight, like my bosom’s breath
Impending, bleak, a lifelike death
When the wise point to the blue skies
oblivious, the fools follow lies

[Verse]
Pennies and heaven, all is spent
The Pains that the souls underwent
lit momentary bridled lamp
The blind return slow back to camp

[Verse]
Treasure map splitting in four squares
The hidden wolves prepare their lairs
In the message look for the ark
Brittle noise composes their bark

[Chorus]
Orders tight, like my bosom’s breath
Impending, bleak, a lifelike death
When the wise point to the blue skies
oblivious, the fools follow lies

## 🎧 SUNO SONG

Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:

### 🎸 Noir Blues version
Noir Blues, smoky late-night atmosphere, slow tempo, brushed drums, sparse electric guitar, weary female vocals, melancholic blues
The fools follow lies –Noir Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🎬 Cinematic version
A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity.
The fools follow lies – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Trip-Hop version
A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth
The fools follow lies –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, Cinematic and Trip-Hop influences.

## 🔗 OTHER LINKS – EXPLORE MORE

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Anything at All

Anything at All

13 January 2017

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Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

Judges Dread

The aligned Misfits

They cloaked Earth

From within

Mantle pieces of darkness

Hung below portraits

 

In pour traits

Waters reflection

The joke lost

April’s fools

We sent them back to the schools

Remembering Time

 

You got trend

Of my misread words

Blinded herds

Miscarried birds

Do I even have to Say

Anything at All?

 

Reading of the Poem: 

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Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

“Nothing has to happen. It can just be. Like it was before you got there. It was just being and then you showed up and said, “It’s happening.” But you never saw the time before. Because you were somewhere else. You were there because things were happening. Just show up. That is all you need to do. Show up. It will happen.”

Nothing has to Happen – Hungry Ghosts

A Joke’s a Joke – Hungry Ghosts

Three Sisters – Hungry Ghosts

 

 

The Devil is in details

The Devil is in details

14 February 2016

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Courtesy Tomasz Alen Copera on artodyssey1.blogspot.com

 

The vultures

Tired dark buzzards

Hungry pair

She had hair

He had all but a tight crop

More akin to a mop

 

They flew high

On their senseless greed

Death doth feed

These creatures

Hidden in despair’s darkness

Black words their prowess

 

Drip by drip

Intelligence fed

In doses

With slow words

Dictation manure for bred

In pots with roses

 

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Courtesy Tomasz Alen Copera on art-spire.com

 

Ink to dry

Faces sweet that lie

Grimacing

Rubbing faults

In misheard treasures hunted

Off the grammar’s scales

 

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Courtesy Tomasz Alen Copera on mojyawspa.co.uk

 

The fools’ vain

Interpretation

Intent slain

The pair split

Twice the share’s unholy kit

Bleak fraternity

 

He went North

She headed down South

Where her mouth,

She belonged

The Devil is in details

Sadness wails me pails

 

Three can play

Only one can rule

In valleys

Of the blind

They say the subject is fool

One-eyed King scurries

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy Tomasz Alen Copera on pinterest.com

 

Everybody’s fool – Evanescence

Going under – Evanescence

Driving with the Devil – Brasher Bogue

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hrpIXzdWtKA

Happily ever laughter

Happily ever laughter

1 September 2015

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Courtesy blog.libero.it

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Mocking hill stood stark

Against pains of memory

That stretched envy green

.

Bluebirds flew silent

Into cages that shut light

Delicate bones snapped

.

Feather by feather

The peacock loses glory

As the swamp moves in

.

A stretch of time’s wings

Borrowed from ancient black caves

Where noises spun dark

.

Silver coins drop

Exchange is in losses’ weights

I will read your fate

.

Hop to the music

Twist of luck for you hunchback

Quasimodo heals

.

Hold hands with puppets

Heart reeling with the strings’ pull

Pearl by pearl stitch souls

.

Adorn fools’ beret

Step dancing into the jig

Smile is for wearing

.

Grimacing heart’s ache

Twitched and writhed in irony

Happily ever laughter

.

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Courtesy stylosophy.it

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQ7_972jwcI