In trailing backwards – Cinematic, Dark Folk, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice)
21 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

Born from a dream of geological collapse and rising oceans, "In Trailing Backwards" follows a journey through submerged worlds, hidden truths and strange evolutions where survival demands transformation. Part vision, part prophecy and part dream journal, this piece explores the cyclical nature of time, consciousness and becoming.

She calls me
The dark blue Mother
Her voice soft
Piercing Time
The inflexions in the rhyme
Depicting morrows

Read the full original poem here: 
https://geethabalvannanathan.com/2016/05/04/in-trailing-backwards/

## ✍️ ADAPTED LYRICS

[Verse]
She calls me, the dark blue Mother
Depicting morrows to smother
Her voice so soft keeps piercing Time
pointing to inflexions in rhyme

[Verse]
The false lords, they carry baskets
Weight of grapes, slowing necks’ faucets
Craning into swirling voids stored
where the twirling Time stills no more

[Verse]
He said it slowly, undeterred
by the chattering of the herd
scattering in pain slow to leak
Silent watch as it unfolds bleak

[Verse]
They pay high, sins of the father
Price in veins that flow grey lather
Squandering remains of day dreads
when teetering crowns mistook heads

[Chorus]
We will fly when the waters wane
into skies where twin suns slow strain,
beckon to purple landscapes sealed
In trailing backwards, truth revealed

[Verse]
The waters, they surge above bridge
crashing on the outer dams’ ridge
The rims fade into crumbling sands
of Humanity’s peaks’ wetlands

[Verse]
Slaves hurry to their sunken graves
for undone evils their mouth craves
Their feet so sore from the walking
their inane dark mouths still talking

[Verse]
Three by three, they pair uneven
Their tales dead like roadkill leaden
As the blue-green graveyards thunder
sealing them forever under

[Verse]
Ingrained roots of loving solace
They bring to us Salvation’s grace
stored in the bubbles that we share
The grown gills opening to air

[Chorus]
We will fly when the waters wane
into skies where twin suns slow strain,
beckon to purple landscapes sealed
In trailing backwards, truth revealed

## 🎧 SUNO SONG

Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:

### 🎬 Cinematic version
A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity.
In trailing backwards – Cinematic 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.
In trailing backwards – Dark Folk Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)

### 🌌 Trip-Hop version
A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth 
In trailing backwards – 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 Cinematic, Dark Folk and Trip-Hop influences.

## 🔗 OTHER LINKS – EXPLORE MORE

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https://geethabalvannanathan.com/2026/06/06/a-form-of-chaos-cinematic-indie-trip-hop-versions-song-created-with-suno-my-lyrics-my-voice/