The fools follow lies – Noir Blues, Cinematic, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice)

The fools follow lies – Noir Blues, Cinematic, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice)
16 June 2026
woman pointing to the skies for the people around her to see what she sees up there but they are busy arguing and looking elsewhere, unaware and unconscious
Image credit: Magnific.com

## 🧠 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

Woven from reflections on faith, belonging and the human condition, this song contemplates the forces that divide and the truths that connect. As voices clash and certainties harden, it looks beyond the surface in search of wisdom, compassion and the wider horizon that lies beyond fear.

Undeterred
Blinded hatred herd
Pushing through
Wars of faith
Warlords faithless brink masters
Pushing to blisters

Read the full original poem here:
https://geethabalvannanathan.com/2017/01/01/the-fools-follow-lies/

## ✍️ ADAPTED LYRICS

[Verse]
Pushing through, blinded hatred herd
Wars of faith they raise undeterred
The warlords faithless brink masters
pushing to a world of blisters

[Verse]
Consensus, as the Angels fall
brief respite before Nature’s call
The instincts of the animal
woven deeply within mammal

[Verse]
Prime life within, where knitted thoughts
rhyme with simple forget me nots
Cathedrals, art of reaching peak
Prayers meek, mistakes that they seek

[Chorus]
Orders tight, like my bosom’s breath
Impending, bleak, a lifelike death
When the wise point to the blue skies
oblivious, the fools follow lies

[Verse]
Pennies and heaven, all is spent
The Pains that the souls underwent
lit momentary bridled lamp
The blind return slow back to camp

[Verse]
Treasure map splitting in four squares
The hidden wolves prepare their lairs
In the message look for the ark
Brittle noise composes their bark

[Chorus]
Orders tight, like my bosom’s breath
Impending, bleak, a lifelike death
When the wise point to the blue skies
oblivious, the fools follow lies

## 🎧 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 fools follow lies –Noir Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🎬 Cinematic version
A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity.
The fools follow lies – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Trip-Hop version
A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth
The fools follow lies –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.

## 🔗 OTHER LINKS – EXPLORE MORE

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A flag flying high

A flag flying high
23 August 2021

Courtesy pinterest.com
Only the question
mattered more than the answer
Twined cause and effect

Common inquiry
A probe into grey matter
Symptom of the quest

Pillars of queries
Symbols of the need to know
A trace of lives lived

Myriads of half-truths
Sign of the times etched in blood
Reality blurred

Picking up the clues
Omen of a time gone by
Skies high in bosom

She survived inquests
Her mind a token of light
A flag flying high

Reading of the poem:
Strings of a Bard (acoustic) - Estas Tonne (2021)
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words question and sign or their synonyms. More on the rules and other poets’ contribution here https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/08/23/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-372-question-and-sign/

Wet grass tickled feet

Wet grass tickled feet

30 October 2020

 
  
 Children of morrows;
 their cries ringing everywhere
 soaking Earth purple
  
 Foggy landscapes met
 teary eye saturated
 with pains of fledglings
  
 Stormy weather formed
 flower of life in my chest 
 that drenched my heart red
  
 Pouring rain renewed
 hope in another Earth’s rise
 The bud of my thoughts
  
 Petals bloomed in mind
 blossoms of tomorrow’s world
 that dewy drops spelt
  
 Misty skies breathed soft
 whispers of promises kept
 Wet grass tickled feet 

 

 

Reading of my poem:

Whirling Dervish – Mevlevi Sema Ceremony

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “Wet”, “Bloom” and their synonyms. For rules and other poetic contributions, follow the link here https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/10/26/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-329-bloom-wet/

All rage now vanquished

All rage now vanquished

23 September 2020

Courtesy flickr.com

 

Seething energy

the fury of elements

breaks into a storm

 

Heavy lightning strikes

Nature no longer passive

shares its violence

 

All furor unleashed

in sync with nature’s madness

heavens turn ink black

 

Churned into frenzy

seascapes heave with creeping waves

overcoming land

 

Waters once stagnant

restore passion of their roots

Marshes spill over

 

Ferocity speaks

intensity at its peak

in quaking mountains

 

The heart follows storms

A pyre for minds alights

magmatic, alive

 

Wistful rain falls fast

upon the brooding landscapes

reluctant soothing

 

Gradual easing

Slow trickle of honey flows

into my bosom

 

The quiet restored

Ire a ghost of the past

All rage now vanquished

 

Reading of the poem:

Michael Kiwanuka – Love and Hate

 

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku Challenge using the words “Slow” and “Fury” or their synonyms. Rules and other poems can be found here: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/09/21/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-324-furyslow/

My chest blazed alight

My chest blazed alight

11 July 2020

Courtesy wallpaperUP

 

I painted the skies

the colour of you and me

It rained like monsoons

 

The twilight stood out

The moon shaded its surface

The night breathed tremors

 

My chest blazed alight

Fireflies hid in spaces

your hand now held high

 

Reading of the poem:

Stevie Wonder – Overjoyed

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkWQTAU3JzI

A silverlining

A silverlining

17 June 2020

Courtesy pinterest

The garden stretched forth

Leaves scattering in its midst

Grass strewed evergreen

Windmills of my mind stirred slow

Recognition of the light

 

Paper planes flew low

Their noses scraping the dust

The rubble moved slight

The mind composed bleak answers

Call of the heart rising through

 

Clouds pearled lily white

Amidst announcement of storm

A silverlining

The heart contrasted with mind

Choices like ribbons flew south

 

Reading of the poem:

The Awakening Of A Woman (Burnout) -The Cinematic Orchestra

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2G_oYwfa70c

You are my bright star

You are my bright star

11 June 2020

Courtesy pinterest.com

 

The descent

In love’s psalmody

Binding heart

Rule of thumb

Thoughts about when we were numb

Hearts bitter and tight

 

Reckoning

Of imprint of soul

Unknown call

Of the tribe

The flutters of heart describe

Effect of the fall

 

Wave of dreams

You are my bright star

Suspended

In the skies

You are reason my heart flies

To polar extremes

 

Reading of the poem:

Miles Davis – Smoke gets in your eyes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBQkHTPV_C8

Catch me when I fall

Catch me when I fall

25 May 2020

Courtesy Stefan Gesell

 

The ducks are flying

Their sturdy wings an emblem

Of solidity

 

Wisps of airborne white

Traces of a tree shedding

All springtime’s whispers

 

Bosoms opening

Memories of summer hay

Open green meadows

 

Waterhen gliding

The reed caressed by the winds

Heartbeats in the chest

 

Willow tree rising

The bees humming in the sky

Afternoons of May

 

Summertime blue thoughts

Sprouts springing in rising mind

Catch me when I fall

 

Reading of the poem:

Evgeni’s Waltz – Abel Korzeniowski

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uA5g70PkI94

The Frost Chronicles 6: The secret world of the Marid part 4

The Frost Chronicles 6: The secret world of the Marid part 4

7 May 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

The Marid seemed to sense her presence shortly after she had sunk into the ground and turned to scrutinize her. They did not seem hostile but neither did they seem friendly nor happy that she was there among them. Some of them were whispering to each other and pointing towards her. Others were looking back and forth at her and at her half-father. They seemed to be making some connection. Her half-father rose from his throne laying the scepter aside and made his way through the half circle to where she was.

 

  • You should not be here, he said in her mind
  • I needed to see you, she answered
  • This is not the right time. I will come to you later or tomorrow
  • I need your help now
  • I am sure this can wait. I sense what you need to ask of me and this can wait. I have an important meeting now.
  • I will go then but I am not sure how to get out of here. It seemed very natural to sink into the ground but now I feel stuck and cannot rise out of here.

 

In a flash she felt herself lifted and the Marid had transported her back into her flat. She had not even felt the resistance of the ground nor did it even seem that time had gone by when she had been lifted into the outside. At the same time the part of her that was high in the skies reintegrated her as if she were a bubble. It made her think of soap bubbles sticking to each other and then forming another larger bubble. Without a further word, the Marid left her and returned to his meeting.

 

Goëtia

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mb8hyOw0hP4

Rendering delight

Rendering delight

April 29, 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

Translation

Of movement in you

Lost in space

I retrace

Your body’s forgotten hue

The ink and the blue

 

When sun sets

I remember you

The sweet touch

Of your face

From a spent reality

In an unseen place

 

In eclipse

I reinvent you

Through the sight

In the night

When your features blurred in light

Rendering delight

 

Reading of the poem:

I’ll be seeing you – Billie Holiday

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9l44_n60QQ8