Through the flying times I knelt – Noir Blues, Dark Folk, Noir Trip-Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice)
28 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

Born into motion and carried by invisible winds, the song traces the gradual undoing of self through time. Through images of flight, wind, paper, breath, and migration, the song explores the erosion of identity as every passing hour rescinds another fragment of origin. Suspended between mortality and transformation, the piece moves through noir landscapes of memory, erosion and spiritual fatigue.

We are born
Like in a whirlwind
The hours strike
Our birth’s time
Like flame of burning candle
Sketched in the tempest

Read the full original poem here: 
https://geethabalvannanathan.com/2016/02/27/through-the-flying-times-i-knelt/

## ✍️ ADAPTED LYRICS

[Verse]
We are born like in a whirlwind
The hours strike, our birth’s time rescind
Like flame of a burning candle
sketched in the tempest to handle

[Verse]
We grow needs, the crowning of life
wilting through what heart heeds in strife
Within heated morrows I sow
food for my own thought, me to know

[Verse]
There are shades painted within me
where I find alternates to see
Possibilities to breathe slow
scarcity of you while you grow

[Verse]
We are born like paper airplanes
From our shining selves none remains
The winds all calm rip, the winds lift
They set us alone and adrift

[Chorus]
Holy grails within my faint grasp
The air leaving me as I gasp
Through the flying times I knelt
my tidings the nails in wrists felt

[Verse]
I am not, my death is open
like a book, angular, folden
Each corner is a tilting point
where I die some more, to anoint

[Verse]
The fate blind, she grants me token
Of morrows where I lie broken
A closed copy of myself saved
within a deep-set narrow grave

[Verse]
We are born like a flight of geese
The Northern skies are ours to please
As we yearn Southern, panicked flight
lifts and casts us from left to right

[Verse]
Fortune said she favours the brave
I forgot mottos, she chose knave
Oh, to wish upon a new day
untainted by sigh in lung’s way

[Chorus]
Holy grails within my faint grasp
The air leaving me as I gasp
Through the flying times I knelt
my tidings the nails in wrists felt

## 🎧 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
Through the flying times I knelt – 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.
Through the flying times I knelt – 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 
Through the flying times I knelt –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, Noir Trip-Hop influences.

## 🔗 OTHER LINKS – EXPLORE MORE

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https://geethabalvannanathan.com/2026/05/23/the-silence-noir-blues-dark-folk-dark-jazz-noir-trip-hop-versions-song-created-with-suno-my-lyrics-my-voice/