Frozen chants curdling – Noir Blues, Dark Folk, Noir Trip-Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 31 May 2026
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Frozen chants curdling – Noir Blues, Dark Folk, Noir Trip-Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 31 May 2026
## 🧠 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
Suspended between remembrance and renewal, the poem follows a wandering consciousness through seasons of loss, illness, faith, and transformation. Ships sink, trees are felled, and Time gathers its harvest, yet beneath every ending another beginning quietly stirs. It is a meditation on the hidden self that emerges through change—the changeling waiting beyond the horizon of who we once believed ourselves to be.
Sinking ships Into oblivion They seep slow Like white ink Inverted Chinese painting Drawing my heart’s lines
[Verse] Sinking ships into oblivion They seep slow into remission Like white ink drawing my heart’s vines inverted Chinese painting lines
[Verse] The winter crawled up in my spring In Ending lies the Beginning Unreachable changeling in Times morphing through Historical rhymes
[Chorus] Renewed consumption lungs boiling They will me frozen chants curdling upon the lips lost in stark pleas The bent chest heaving with the wheeze
[Verse] Church bell chimes my viscosities seeping strong through the praying knees The hands now sunken thunderbolts in altars’ steep wells stir revolts
[Verse] I am tree flying high in skies The clouds whisper to me deep sighs of forgotten times stored in wells Woodcutter my proud branches fells
[Verse] As the ground gathers falling bunch the avid jaws of Time now crunch remnants of my bark in bustle Withered leaves count pages’ rustle
[Chorus] Renewed consumption lungs boiling They will me frozen chants curdling upon the lips lost in stark pleas The bent chest heaving with the wheeze
## 🎧 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 Frozen chants curdling –Noir Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌾 Dark Folk version Dark and mournful female vocals, acoustic fingerpicked guitar, low drones, ritual atmosphere, haunting mood, minimal percussion Frozen chants curdling – 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 Frozen chants curdling –Noir 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 and Noir Trip-Hop influences.
Prayers of the days (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics) 10 March 2026
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[Verse] If only I were a softly muffled scream to flirt with your lips and stay in between and then rise from them in slow defiance springing gay and free, forgetting silence
[Chorus] Look to oncoming spring over towers for it bears the seed of my flowers You don garment of regretful autumn for it is too late for my oppression
[Verse] If only I were a rock falling from height to roll between your hands holding me tight as I oppose your ways against happiness resilient, bound, committed to stillness
[Chorus] Look to oncoming spring over towers for it bears the seed of my flowers You don garment of regretful autumn for it is too late for my oppression
[Verse] If only I were a little fledgling to hide between your welcoming wings as I look out from them carried to sky satisfied and calm, yours until I die
[Chorus] Look to oncoming spring over towers for it bears the seed of my flowers You don garment of regretful autumn for it is too late for my oppression
[Verse] If only I were of countenance pride to support the pulse of your lungs that chide as I help you store the air for morrows a loyal owner, extracting all sorrows
[Chorus] Look to oncoming spring over towers for it bears the seed of my flowers You don garment of regretful autumn for it is too late for my oppression
[Verse] Today, from your floating rib to conceive I am renewed, a sorceress, Eve from my rib, none can remove your passion neither past grudges nor annihilation
[Chorus] Look to oncoming spring over towers for it bears the seed of my flowers You don garment of regretful autumn for it is too late for my oppression
[Verse] I am the scream of the steadfast rock’s toll so forget, Sisyphus, that I should roll I am the pride of fledgling for its mother my days' tears flowed from deltas to rivers
[Chorus] Look to oncoming spring over towers for it bears the seed of my flowers You don garment of regretful autumn for it is too late for my oppression
[Verse] I am every mother calling in dark wells filled with the blood of my veins stark the stones were shattered by my screams I am what escaped the death of dreams
[Chorus] Look to oncoming spring over towers for it bears the seed of my flowers You don garment of regretful autumn for it is too late for my oppression
“Prayers of the days” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Blues
“Prayers of the days” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Folk
“Prayers of the days” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Gospel
The spell seemed to have worked. It was sent out in the collective consciousness as she knew it needed to be sent out in the open. It was more effective with being read and she knew that she had to inspire herself three years ago from then. She had slid into the timeloop during her altered state of consciousness and inspired herself back in 2017. She had then watched as she created the poem that would provoke the onslaught of what was happening just now. She knew it had to be done. The flu had to be released into the world because the end effect was the mutation that needed to happen. This was the only way that they could resist what GAIA had in store for them. Their lungs needed to mutate into one lung, breathing in a completely different way than how it had breathed up to now.
As with every time she projected herself into the past with the altered consciousness, everything went haywire for her in the present. Devoid of her consciousness, the brain alone was not able to function normally and was clouded by the overwhelming synapse points where the memories were being mixed into the present state of being. The past, the present and the future seemed to all merge into one apocalyptic moment and she could see the waters engulf the land as well as see the ice age that was to follow the overheating of the planet. All those thoughts raced into her head like realities that presented themselves to her. She could see all of it happening as if it were happening in front of her eyes. Meanwhile, her consciousness was inspiring her in the past to create the worded intention and put out the magic spell into the collective consciousness.
Her consciousness saw the words and at the same time saw them manifesting. It was a flu alright, but it was a flu that needed to fundamentally change the human body. Like every time there was a significant shift in the Earth requiring a shift in consciousness and in the bodies, it was always done through a flu or some other pandemic. Her consciousness was then satisfied by what was released and came back to her in the present, right in the nick of time before her mind would go into overdrive with all the stimuli and shut itself out forever. The flu was not as deadly as the Spanish flu before it but they seemed to be afraid of it even more. They called it covid-19 and treated it like it was an enemy. Little did they know that they had to go through the process of catching it in order to mutate. If they did not mutate, they would not be able to survive the shift that GAIA was preparing for them. It had had to be done despite the thousands of deaths. They must all catch the flu to avoid humanity becoming extinct on the planet once GAIA’s program had come into place…
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