The fools follow lies – Noir Blues, Cinematic, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 16 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
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
[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.
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/
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
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.
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