The endless waters – Noir Blues, Dark Folk, Noir Trip-Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice)

The endless rivers – Noir Blues, Dark Folk, Noir Trip-Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice)
30 May 2026
woman with mind bathing in stream of consciousness which look like endless waters
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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

Set between the sleeping world and the hidden currents of the inner self, this poem questions the idols, fears, and authorities that shape human thought. Through images of loss, creation, and spiritual longing, it searches for a deeper source beneath doctrine and division. At its heart lies a simple invitation: to breathe love, awaken consciousness, and rediscover the living river within.

Waking up
To a sleeping world
The words hurled
Weak symbols
Unmoved zombies barely stir
Hearts lost in idols

Read the full original poem here:
https://geethabalvannanathan.com/2016/05/26/the-endless-waters/

## ✍️ ADAPTED LYRICS

[Verse]
Waking up to a sleeping world
Like weak symbols the words are hurled
The unmoved zombies barely stir
hearts lost in idols they prefer

[Verse]
The mind whirled in between Twin Times
their spaces give me compressed rhymes
With shaking tongue, I ring bells fast
lost their ghostly chimes, none to last

[Chorus]
The endless waters mantelshelf
Breathe the love says the inner self
Its stillness like a warm river
coursing through my veins that shiver

[Verse]
Mothers weep, their withered breasts hang
unto grounds where lost babies twang
strive through caves of Netherworld’s riff
to pick up vanished infants’ whiff

[Verse]
Barren wombs replicate nothing
The free mind always a wild thing
Creation is in the thought mined
the heart-felt seeing of the blind

[Verse]
Fear the wrath, the priests shriek strident
downfall of mortals their talent
Breath stale from venom they inhale
Emblem of love that they impale

[Chorus]
The endless waters mantelshelf
Breathe the love says the inner self
Its stillness like a warm river
coursing through my veins that shiver

## 🎧 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
The endless waters –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
The endless waters – 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
The endless waters –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.

## 🔗 OTHER LINKS – EXPLORE MORE

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Frozen chants curdling

Frozen chants curdling

24 July 2016

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Sinking ships

Into oblivion

They seep slow

Like white ink

Inverted Chinese painting

Drawing my heart’s lines

 

The winter

Crawled up in my spring

In Ending

Beginning

Unreachable changeling

Historical rhymes

 

Church bell chimes

My viscosity

Seeping through

Praying knees

The hands sunken thunderbolts

In altars’ steep wells

 

Woodcutter

My proud branches fells

I am tree

High in skies

The clouds whisper to me sighs

Of forgotten times

 

Withered leaves

Count pages’ rustle

As the ground

Gathers bunch

Avid jaws of Time now crunch

Remnants of my bark

 

They will me

Frozen chants curdling

Upon lips

Lost in pleas

The chest heaving with the wheeze

Renewed consumption

 

Reading of the poem: 

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You are my Winter – Dillon

The Unknown – Dillon

Texture of my Blood – Dillon

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bUqCHU5eXY

In your tall build revel again complete

In your tall build revel again complete

30 October 2015

 

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I will the trees to gather leaves silent

For woodcutter could hear their rustling chimes

Yet trees bellow with chattering strident

I almost see within bed-ridden rhymes

 

Often I yearn to join the birds, migrant

Yet trees though noisy choose, I love these thymes

From all those flavours this pine tree vibrant

Of shadowed mushroom faces’ glory mimes

 

From yonder grounds tall ones preserve their bark

Low high, grey green, choose one in harmony

A will to hurt your glow for none compete

 

Look down below the winding lanes for mark

Blue red King’s colours splashed hegemony

In your tall build revel again complete

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaNOqkDVxF8