Blank page (Miku Rock)
✍️✍️This is an English version of my recent song "Белый лист" that I decided to make cause I already did the English lyrics, so don't waste the good, yeah? I wanted to make something completely different in sound, so I was trying bagpipes, Celtic elements, Punk-Rock, even vocaloid Hatsune Miku, in turn. And there was something I didn't like about each of them, so then I merged the concepts😅. But Suno fought me every step of the way. Vocaloids, bagpipes... even the song structure! So it's not Miku voice at all (at least she sometimes flashes in backing vocal); the vocaloid really wants to become human ("Vocaloid: Become human" ha-ha); bagpipes turn into piano; bridge turns into a strange verses. In short, it was a wild ride, so the lyrics changed a little bit... again... as if they didn't have enough changes because of the specifics of the versified rhythmic translation, but they also changed due to Suno's "I know better". It's some kind of the Broken Telephone game😅. But I think it turned out alright! Hope you enjoy it. The original song: https://suno.com/song/ccfaf1ed-a824-4842-9862-0e427d247fce ✍️✍️ ====================== [Intense bagpipes rock intro] [Verse 1] Blank page is mocking me because I am lost... In its dried-up riverbed. (ri ri riverbed) Trying to build a stream of thoughts But hitting pause Is caused by loud silence instead! (И, и, и, Instead) [Verse 2] The crowded words are in my head And they're mad: There is no place for them on the sheet. (Oah oah on the sheet) I want to chain them up and send To stain it black, I need to drown them all in mental ink. (Me me mental ink) [Chorus 1] This cruel blank page looks into my soul, I just can't ignore! But I can stand against it’s icy stare, I'll send it back with equal dare, I swear... But maybe I'm not so brave and cruel, though, And can't send my crew Of misplaced thoughts to this snow-white fancy lalaland... Maybe I should not spray the ink poison on it from my head... [Short interlude] [Verse 3] Knitted my brows, writing again But in my brain Just cannot knit words into a line. (la la line) I see the night through dreamin lane, But in the veins My perfect song still can't get loud. (La la loud.) [Verse 4] There are mixed colors in the dark And my heart... Is filled with a pulsating emptiness. (E e e emptiness) And the lines that I scrawled somehow... They look down, Awaiting execution of themselves. (O, o, o, o) [Chorus 2] This cruel blank page looks into my soul, I just can't ignore! But I can stand against it’s icy stare, I'll send it back with equal dare, I swear... I will be so brave, I will be so cruel, I'll send all of my misplaced thoughts to that snow-white lalaland... And the white sheet will beg to stop that mess hail from my head... [Short interlude] [Verse] Blank page, I want to write something. Mess in my head wants to become the ink blob. Even if I don't wanna pollute your white sheet. It wanna fall on your field, make a stand-out spot. (Spa spa spot.) [Build-up verse] You pray: "No, don't tread on me in any way!" But the mess in my head wants to go on your stage. All the drawings, thoughts, and every stupid phrase, Like a nails on the glass, they wants to walk along that page... (That stupid snow-white page!) [Bagpipes interlude] I am writing! (Writing...) I am writing! (Writing...) I am writing! (Writing...) I am writing! (Writing...) Is Completed! [Pause] [Outro] So something seems to have been written, I'm glad that words finally lined. I got my soul in the right frame... of mind... (in the right frame of my mind...) But ink-stained sheet thinks I am a villain. It wants me to get lost in the dark... And from its ink grave tries to leave me With a bleeding scarlet pay...per cut... [Bagpipes and piano outro] [End]
