A form of chaos – Noir Blues, Dark Folk, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 6 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
A spring wind rekindles memories of a love that once felt extraordinary. As admiration gives way to awareness, the gradual recognition of imitation hidden beneath intimacy reveals a unique connection to be a repeated pattern. This song explores the tension between authenticity and replication, and the lingering traces left behind long after the illusion has faded.
The fresh spring breeze Spreading upon snow clad paths Ice and weeds patterns
[Verse] The fresh stimulating spring breeze spreading upon snow clad paths’ trees Ice and weeds melting in patterns Wind rekindling blazing lanterns
[Verse] The heart in love’s mode rebirthings flowed into lush green beginnings where sprouts spoke of life springing free from the heart’s bubbling ecstasy
[Verse] My spirits soared free on a cloud Crisp wind on my face sang aloud Of flowers bloom variety that splattered springs’ way gracefully
[Verse] Colourful design acquainting Nature to a different painting Divine the painter through brushes Strokes copies where the love gushes
[Chorus] You and I kept ourselves unique For curiosity to pique Freedom our approach in each life A form of chaos like wildlife
[Verse] Duplicated in the spirit The replicas hot trend alit The original swaying high Looking at itself from the sky
[Verse] The painting tone of flesh and bone from art of replica to hone The technique impeccable feat Natural, raw, for eye a treat
[Verse] The student parrot composer of imitator consoler in recent method of live art Dreamtime’s wane copy to rechart
[Verse] Cloning every soul encountered like simple parchments indentured Mimicking the style and habit Late winters’ witness exhibit
[Chorus] You and I kept ourselves unique For curiosity to pique Freedom our approach in each life A form of chaos like wildlife
## 🎧 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 A form of chaos – 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. A form of chaos – 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 A form of chaos –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.
Remedy – AI Song (Blues, Cinematic, Gospel Versions) | Suno AI (my lyrics, my voice) 8 May 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed this original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for an AI-generated song using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the AI-generated musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
This poem reflects on the use of art, music and landscape as acts of endurance during a time of prolonged emotional strain. Ink drawings, desert winds and drifting musical movements merge into a meditation on grief, survival and quiet renewal through the pursuit of musical remedy.
Image cut On landscape of white Sleek black ink Trickling Down the white quill gyrating Paper plane grating
[Verse] Image cut on landscape of white dark ink trickling with no respite Down fluffy white quill gyrating around the paper planes grating
[Chorus] Wisp the hair, starker the lashing Chilly winds free undue stashing We will sing loud a remedy voices joined between you and me
[Verse] Sink my thoughts, tight little black knots finding the small bud in the spots bloom of the morrow, Chinese art inking from veins a subtle part
[Chorus] Wisp the hair, starker the lashing Chilly winds free undue stashing We will sing loud a remedy voices joined between you and me
[Verse] Bring me snow from ever rest bones The pupil hones the teacher’s tones Valleys of the music notes fly as sand is to deserts ally
[Chorus] Wisp the hair, starker the lashing Chilly winds free undue stashing We will sing loud a remedy voices joined between you and me
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character. Remedy – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. Remedy – AI Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🙏 Gospel version A gospel-inspired version focusing on expressive phrasing and spiritual depth. Remedy – AI Gospel Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno AI, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Blues, Cinematic and Gospel influences.
I was doing some menial witchcraft work using the white arts to help a friend and got interrupted a few times by the bell including once by Jehovah’s witnesses who were attempting to convert me or so I thought. I said I was not of Christian faith which is not entirely true, nor is it entirely false. I used to say I believed in humanity before but with the idiotic stance of most these days and the unrelenting quest for more horrors of some, my faith in humanity is dwindling and I struggle to believe.
I decided to start painting again to ease my mind of more complex matters and halfway through just mixing the paints, I realized that the colours were a bit dark. I carried on, however, before realizing that you should not paint when you are irritated or angry because that gets carried into what you are painting. I thought I should publish it all the same, even though it stood at stark odds with my previous paintings and drawings.
And as always, mixing the visual, sometimes the spoken but always an audio of the moment, I give you a song which seems quite suited to my painting.
Watercolour painting of an Indian woman 3 March 2025
Aquarelle of an Indian woman by me
After my watercolour of Sunday 23 February, I decided to paint a woman again. I felt like the blending was picking up again and it seemed to be slightly easier than for the elephant. I stayed more or less within the same colour range as for the elephant and just let the brush strokes take over. I hope you like it.
I am leaving you with a beautiful poem by Gerald Griffin for which the song was created using suno.com .
"Nocturne" - Gerald Griffin (song created using suno.com)
Watercolour painting of an elephant 23 February 2025
Aquarelle painting of an elephant by me
As I said yesterday I would try the watercolours this Sunday, I decided to go ahead and change the subject, choosing an elephant instead of a woman. The sky was overcast so I did not have a problem staying in with my paint. I kept trying to make sense of how the strokes appeared and getting annoyed with the blending as I had clearly lost my knack for it and so abandoned totally the idea of painting alla prima. I chose instead to paint each colour separate from the other with just a few blending strokes here and there. I hope you like it all the same.
I am leaving you with another wonderful song “day after day” by this lovely young lady called Elyanna.
I am on the verge of leaving my flat in which I have lived for just a bit more than 6 years. While I was packing, I found some artwork that I had not published on this blog before and so I decided to do this now.
The first two items are my daughter's : a pencil drawing of our family with my two boys on the left side and my daughter and myself on the right side and a pastel drawing of two flowers.
The rest are all mine being some quick sketches of semi-clothed models and a couple of oil paintings: a bird, a horse head and two still-life of fruit and vegetables
I tried putting them in gallery mode but my laptop or wordpress was not complying so I just had to insert them as separate images. I hope you like them.
Our familyLea pastel pink flowerFemale model sketch 1Female model sketch 2Male model sketch 1Male model charcoal long sketchCopy of a Felix Vallotton ink drawing called La ParesseSketch of a model headOil pastel of a folk womanOil painting of a birdOil painting of a horse’s headOil painting – still lifeOil painting – still life 2
An oil pastel sketch of my daughter when she was little (based on a photograph)
I have not usually favoured the use of pastels as I feel somewhat hindered by the amount of mess they often generate which cannot be somehow « fixed » unlike oils and to an extent acrylic and aquarelle.
My daughter on the other hand was so enamoured with soft pastels that it got me thinking I should perhaps revisit the subject. I had both oil and soft chalk pastels and decided upon the oils to complement the oil painting of flowers in a vase.
Yesterday I had an inclination to paint the Goddess Mother for my sixth aquarelle. Though she is meant to be golden brown, I wanted to use my Naples Yellow that was laying on the palette so changed the tone of her skin.
For those who don’t know who Isis is or who have been brainwashed by the adoption of the name to describe a bunch of fanatics which has absolutely nothing to do with her glory, here are some words extracted from Wikipedia :
« Isis was worshipped as the ideal mother and wife as well as the patroness of nature and magic. She was the friend of slaves, sinners, artisans and the downtrodden, but she also listened to the prayers of the wealthy, maidens, aristocrats and rulers. Isis is often depicted as the mother of Horus, the falcon-headed deity associated with king and kingship (although in some traditions Horus’s mother was Hathor). Isis is also known as protector of the dead and goddess of children.
In the typical form of her myth, Isis was the first daughter of Geb, god of the Earth, and Nut, goddess of the Sky, and she was born on the fourth intercalary day. » More information in case of interest at : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isis
I hope you like the aquarelle and the video from where the image is taken.
I am delaying the challenge of 10 aquarelles as I decided to check how things would be with oils.
The following are a trial of sketches using oils alla prima on aquarelle paper and a ballerina snapshot from the below videoclip on stretched canvas.
As usual with most of my oils, I like using monochrome or a series of tone on tone which gives my oil paintings a naive painting look that I personally like. I hope some of you like them too.
This is my fourth aquarelle using only aquarelle material. This is again a trial of the alla prima technique with a landscape of green meadows where some poppies and other flowers bloom.
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