Woman – Cinematic, Indie, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 9 September 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
Woman looks at the many faces of womanhood — strength and vulnerability, endurance and suffering, creation and sacrifice. The song reflects on a history in which women have been diminished, abused and defined by others, yet have continued to carry life, love and an extraordinary capacity to endure. It honours the force that persists beneath them
Beaten, abused in many a name Always it is you who takes the blame Looking down on you they invoke your shame Woman, nothing for you will be the same
[Verse] Beaten, abused in many a name Always it is you who takes the blame Looking down on you they invoke your shame Woman, nothing for you will be the same
[Verse] Brazilian girl in Favelas you dwell of many a seed I see you swell Good thinkers of you do not think so well Question of morals, your body, you sell
[Verse] Afghani aunt, hidden by thy hood Frail, forgotten, so misunderstood Trying to hide what a pious woman should they say without it you would not be good
[Chorus] Pointing fingers, they provoke your shame attempting to make you take the blame Enslaved, accused, yet keep alive your flame Woman let nothing ever be the same
[Verse] Pakistani cousin on death row In this earth right now, here and below for you no hope will ever chance to glow They say that violence you were first to sow
[Verse] Indian sister I cry, share your plight Born, not much to your parents’ delight A frail baby, hope glimmered, die you might save them dowry, days like an endless night
[Verse] GAIA, ancient mother, hear our voice We toil and care no time to rejoice A millenary fate, no free thought, no choice a state befitting a novel by Joyce
[Chorus] Pointing fingers, they provoke your shame attempting to make you take the blame Enslaved, accused, yet keep alive your flame Woman let nothing ever be the same
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎬 Cinematic Ambient version Cinematic ambient with haunting female vocals, reverbed piano, plaintive cello, slow emotional build-up and immersive atmospheric soundscapes Woman – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌿 Ethereal Indie version Ethereal Indie interpretation with a reflective tone, gentle piano, acoustic guitar and flute for a distinctive sound Woman – Ethereal Indie Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Mystical Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth Woman – Mystical 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, Indie and Trip-Hop influences.
Primitive reorganised – Cinematic Electronica, Cinematic Rock, Tribal Noir Electronica, Gothic Darkwave, Noir Trip-Hop Versions | Songs created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 26 May 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
This poem reflects upon the growing disillusionment with a world driven by division, greed and primitive hostility rather than unity and compassion. Through surreal and animalistic imagery, it explores the corrosive effects of fanaticism, social aggression and religious intolerance, warning against the dangers of allowing fear and hatred to eclipse empathy, coexistence and collective human consciousness.
Futile world Throbbing to the beat Of unseen Hands too keen To smite rather than unite Split not gather sheep
[Verse] Throbbing to the beat of unseen Futile world waving hands too keen to smite rather than to unite Split not gather sheep to alight
[Verse] Buried deep, resolutions dead Wobbly knees and a woolly head The Eye barely grasps what it sees The mind lost distant on its knees
[Verse] Quick to bite, a dog-eat-dog world “Woman whore”, all abuse is hurled Wolves galore, rabies a constant The man with the largest jaws wins
[Chorus] Skipping through erratic halo Primitive reorganised slow The leaping frogs follow the lead the rest sit and wallow in greed They burn in two suns that simmer their frames like dark spiders wither
[Verse] No need for concern, stand at ease Weak to tease, your meek mind appease I gave up flicking through the fleas on bedraggled skin, none to please
[Verse] Holy din, the prayer excuse Right to abuse, the will to use Fanatic madness does bemuse The curdled blood my veins perfuse
[Chorus] Skipping through erratic halo Primitive reorganised slow The leaping frogs follow the lead the rest sit and wallow in greed They burn in two suns that simmer their frames like dark spiders wither
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎬⚡ Cinematic Electronica version Cinematic electronica with deep pulsating bass, atmospheric synth textures, slow driving electronic rhythms and dystopian immersive atmosphere Primitive reorganised – Cinematic Electronica Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🎬🤘Cinematic Rock version Cinematic rock with powerful riffs, drum kit, euphoric sounds, electric guitar and strings orchestra Primitive reorganised –Cinematic Rock Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🔥🌑Tribal Noir Electronica version Tribal noir electronica with deep ceremonial percussion, hypnotic bass rhythms and dark cinematic textures with immersive rhythmic intensity Primitive reorganised – Tribal Noir Electronica Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🕷️ Goth Darkwave version Gothic darkwave with haunting female vocals, deep synth bass, slow hypnotic percussion and dark atmospheric textures, ritualistic gothic intensity Primitive reorganised –Gothic Darkwave Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Noir Trip-Hop version Noir trip-hop, melancholic female vocals, deep emotional resonance, slow atmospheric fusion of hip-hop beats and electronic textures, haunting piano and bass Primitive reorganised –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 Cinematic Electronica, Cinematic Rock, Tribal Noir Electronica, Gothic Darkwave, Noir Trip-Hop influences.
Dissolution time – AI Song (Blues, Gospel, Indie, Versions) | Suno AI 14 April 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed this original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for an AI-generated song using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the AI-generated musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
This poem explores themes of witchcraft, spellwork and acquisition of second sight leading to understanding of alternate realities.
Mind racking Shelves of solutions Magic books Sever hooks Tales twisted by clever crooks Opportunities
[Verse] Mind racks shelves of solutions Magic books contributions Tales twisted by clever crooks Opportunities breed hooks
[Verse] Spell woman code in heart’s light Spirit spells nothing to fight Only the heart shines bright through The key to skies in the clue
[Chorus] All the magic in the rhyme where the quakes meet pantomime shudders replicating chime minds set dissolution time
[Verse] Eye sees spark within sorrows The heart sees only morrows Crossing over skulls and bones into new alleys of stones
[Verse] Shake hard dreamtime creation I breed minstrels’ elation Wilting bard now composes more than the feat of Moses
[Chorus] All the magic in the rhyme where the quakes meet pantomime shudders replicating chime minds set dissolution time
[Verse] Set in skies, we have our ways Chimera Bellerophon slays splitting they shatter the lies breaking all the earthly ties
[Verse] Brittle ends beginning death slow promise of pining breath Frantic measures peak at noon future world granted as boon
[Chorus] All the magic in the rhyme where the quakes meet pantomime shudders replicating chime minds set dissolution time
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character. Dissolution time – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🙏 Gospel version A gospel-inspired version focusing on expressive phrasing and spiritual depth. Dissolution time – AI Gospel Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🌿 Indie version An indie interpretation with a softer, reflective tone, incorporating Asian instruments for a distinctive sound. Dissolution time – AI Indie Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno AI, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Blues, Gospel and Indie influences.
I had joined a facebook group for beginners in pencil drawings and chanced upon a photograph yesterday that I found intriguing. It was shared by a member of the group who had attempted to replicate it in a drawing and was successful to an extent. I realized that it was a difficult image as it lacked symmetry, and many features had a downward trend increasing the complexity of the drawing to be made.
I decided to draw it myself today to see whether I could replicate, to a point, the photograph. I started off with a coloured paper and regretted it as there were highlights that would have normally been done with a white pencil but this was not possible with the coloured paper. I still thought it would make sense to use the white pencil for the highlights and the effect is a strange mixture of realism and cartoon-like impressions where the white pencil markings were made. I hope you like it all the same. I will also post this on the facebook group.
And as always, mixing the visual, sometimes the spoken but always an audio of the moment, I give you a song which I was listening to while drawing.
Pencil drawing by me
The below is the photograph used as reference for the drawing
Prayers of the days, struggle of illusions 19 February 2025
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Translation of a poem in Arabic that I wrote on 15 May 2011 and that I had never translated before. I am providing below the English translation the original poem with a small correction. There are probably other small grammatical errors that I would not have noticed.The previous poem was published here دعاء الأيام، كفاح ألأوهام | Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum
If only I were a scream to flirt with your lips as I rise from them springing free, forgetting silence
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If only I were a rock to roll between your hands as I oppose your ways against happiness resilient, bound, committed to stillness
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If only I were a chick to hide between your wings as I look out from them satisfied and calm, yours until I die
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If only I were pride to support the pulse between your ribs as I help you store the air a loyal owner, extracting sorrows
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Today, from your rib I am renewed, a sorceress, Eve and from my rib, none can remove you neither past grudges nor annihilation
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I am the scream of the steadfast rock so forget, Sisyphus, that I should roll I am the pride of the chick for its mother my days' tears flowed like rivers
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I am every mother who called in the dark the stones were shattered by my screams I am what escaped the death of dreams the wells filled with the blood of my veins
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Look to the oncoming spring for it bears the seed of my flowers Put on the garment of the regretful autumn for it is too late to oppress me
دعاء الأيام، كفاح الأوهام 2011-05-15
ليتني صرخة كي أغازل شفتيك و أنا أرتفع منهما منطلقة حرَة ناسية السُكوت
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ليتني صخرة كي أتكركب بين يديك و أنا أعارض طرقك ضدَ الهناء صامدة مقيَدة ملتزمة بالسُكون
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ليتني فرخ كي أتخبَأ بين جناحيك و أنا أطلُ منها راضية هادئة، لك إلى أن أموت
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ليتني فخر أساند النَبض بين ضلعيك وأنا أساعدك على تخزين الهواء مالكة وافية منتزعة للشجون
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أنا اليوم من ضلعك تجدَدت ساحرة حوَاء و من ضلعي ما أمكن نزعك لا الحقد الماضي و لا الفناء
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أنا صرخة الصخرة الصَامدة فإنس يا سيزيف أن أستدار أنا فخر الفرخ للأم الوالدة سال دمع أيامي سيل الأنهار
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أنا كل أم نادت في الظلام تحطمت بصرختي الأحجار أنا ما نجى من موت الأحلام إمتلأت بدم عروقي الآبار
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أنظر إلى الربيع القادم فهو يحمل زرع زهري إرتد ثوب الخريف النادم فقد فات الأوان عن قهري
Reading of the translation in English of the original Arabic poem:
Reading of the original Arabic poem (most likely with some grammar mistakes)
After my yesterday’s sketch of a woman’s head, I decided to use the gel pens that arrived today to make a different kind of portrait. I wanted to achieve a stylized look so looked around for some portraits to emulate and it resulted in the below output. It has very much an animated movies feel to it while at the same time taking after some fashion show sketches. I hope you like it.
I received today the watercolours from Amazon but they came really late so I did not think it would make sense to try them as the place I am staying at lacks good lighting in the dining room where there is a big table with all my material sprawled all over it. I think I will try the watercolours this weekend as I am working tomorrow from the office and it takes me over an hour and a half each way to go to and come back from London.
I hesitated regarding the hair and was not sure I should keep it just coloured at the tip or colour all of it in black leaving the tips in gel pen
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