Not at Home – Noir Blues, Cinematic, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice)
26 June 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

"Not at Home" explores the strange feeling of belonging everywhere and nowhere at once. Nature mirrors the inner landscape as seasons, blood, poison and renewal become metaphors for the slow transformation of consciousness. Beneath the weariness lies a quiet certainty that home is not a place but a forgotten state of being rediscovered through awareness as the journey continues toward the Source.

The garden
Withers from the sun
It once breathed
Shining bright
The same rays give life and death
All is in dosage

Read the full original poem here: 
https://geethabalvannanathan.com/2016/05/14/not-at-home/

## ✍️ ADAPTED LYRICS

[Verse]
The garden withers from the sun
The same rays give life and death spun
shining bright, all in dosage weaved
Freedom in meadows it once breathed

[Verse]
Drop by drop, even venom cures
through effect of poison endured
Coursing through its lines, plastic face
renews slow the lost youthful grace

[Verse]
Drip by drip, the blood exchanges
Old for new, they were few sages
Now they scurry throughout Earth scarred
Ants in royal hills crawling marred

[Verse]
Pulse by pulse, we measure other
Muffled nothingness to smother
Of all the lost feelings the sum
The heartbeat a keen constant drum

[Verse]
Pace by pace I gain momentum
Consistence the known tedium
Daily inching towards lost hope
while this Earth I roam tired, to cope

[Chorus]
Not at Home, invisible dome
compresses me into a pome
Giant lookout post suppresses
the eyes in all the Cypresses

[Verse]
Not at Home, lost in wilderness
Green ivy enchains me suppressed
into the thickest of the fear
As I look for keys to hope steer

[Verse]
Not at Home, the padlock still creaks
though I oil its hinges that leak
Stealing myself through thin holes’ slits
for a glance at home as it flits

[Verse]
The elders, they make slow their way
Brash generations live today
their young minds waver as they churn
Soul cringes upon the return

[Verse]
Not at Home, no lessons are learnt
Humourless plaything, bridges burnt
I chase my tail like a fool
Amnesia the only tool

[Chorus]
Not at Home, invisible dome
compresses me into a pome
Giant lookout post suppresses
The eyes in all the Cypresses

## 🎧 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
Not at Home – Noir Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)

### 🎸 Cinematic version
Cinematic ambient with haunting female vocals, reverbed piano, plaintive cello, slow emotional build-up and immersive atmospheric soundscapes
Not at Home – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)

### 🌌 Trip-Hop version
A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth 
Not at Home – 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.

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