Frontal collision - Noir Blues, Dark Folk, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 17 June 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
Suspended between waking and dreaming, this song explores a landscape where memory, perception and time begin to fracture. Pulses of light, repeating visions and shifting selves blur the boundary between inner and outer worlds as the heart navigates loss, longing and transformation. Moving through shadows, illusion and fleeting moments of grace, it becomes a meditation on the fragile threads that bind identity across the many layers of experience.
Black widow Mourning lost vigil Of her death Rancid breath Hovering in morning chill As Time sweeps over
[Verse] Black widow steeped in rancid breath Mourning lost vigil of her death Hovering in the morning chill as Time sweeps over her so still
[Verse] Upon green-blue fields burning pyre Desert space, my inner realms dire lurk in shadows, for none to face No judgement but the fall from Grace
[Chorus] Retina hammering vision stuck in loop of the illusion A stroboscopic impression before strike, Frontal collision
[Verse] Stigmata, Mind’s repetition Your kisses heal my wounds friction that deep flay my every layer Relentless, Time is a slayer
[Verse] Partition between core and skin Melodies cascade; hope runs thin A move away from the fences restores the disturbed defences
[Verse] Twirling through eras, we were strands the fear disbands in reprimands The scorching lips smothering fate upon melancholy’s blue slate
[Chorus] Retina hammering vision stuck in loop of the illusion A stroboscopic impression before strike, Frontal collision
## 🎧 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 Frontal collision –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. Frontal collision – Dark Folk Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth Frontal collision –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 Trip-Hop influences.
Elixir part 7 – An equilibrium for Melancholy 18-19 October 2025
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As she exits Melancholy, she stomps under the Earth and accelerates through its porous texture, only emerging when she has moved beyond the field of Melancholy. On emerging, she realises that there are men watching her carefully and speaking into their cuffs. They must be men of General Stein, she thinks and hurries her pace. Once she is really out of the field of Melancholy, the Earth is less porous and it is more difficult to stomp into it and travel through it. The Elders had once told her that they had made the Earth porous within Melancholy so that they could quickly move underground and replicate their system there in case the Earth started to overheat again or in case there were acid rains like it happened many decades ago.
She braces herself for the impact and stomps underground again while activating the propulsors alongside her arms and legs. The Earth isn’t as porous as within Melancholy but soft enough for these to help her sail through the underground outside of Melancholy. Again bracing herself for the impact, she emerges several meters away from where she first saw General Stein’s men. All of a sudden, someone attempts to cut her path and she realises it is General Stein. How did he get to know where she is she thinks but does not have the time to dwell on that thought. She quickly takes out the blades she had arranged right behind her shoulders and attaches them hurriedly to her feet before skating away, escaping General Stein’s clutch. She leaves him baffled behind her as he did not realise she had acquired that technology. These skates have nothing to do with the skates their ancestors used and are like thin knives that are activated by crystals creating a neat cut within any material that the user is gliding upon.
As she is sailing away far from General Stein and his men, she thinks back to how the adults of Melancholy felt so desolate and inadequate as they could not give the older Melancholists enough years to rejuvenate them or at least sustain them. Her formula was first conceived to use the teenage Melancholist years and while she did not plan on taking it all away, it was their sheer enthusiasm that caused too many of the years to be siphoned into her funnel. She wondered how she could obtain a mix of both the adults and the teenagers’ years without fully depleting either of them. She had arrived at her temporary residence and looked all around before entering to make sure that nobody had followed her.
It then struck her that all she had to do was put the teenagers in a state of peace or bliss so that their enthusiasm would not take over making them give all or almost all of their years instead of only a fraction of them. She still had two barrels of crystals of teenage years and one of adult years. She directed reiki towards the teenagers’ barrel and the crystals inside it started slowly transforming into liquid. She took two thirds of this liquid for one third of the liquid in the adults barrel and mixed these with her other ingredients. Sure enough, what she had thought of was indeed happening. She could see forming in front of her eyes a strong elixir, unique in its kind as it contained the joyous output of the teenagers heightened by the endurance and experience of the adults. She smiled to herself. The Elders were going to be very happy with what she had discovered…
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