zods🎧- CRATERED COMMOTION | Gothic Country × Psychobilly x Hypnagogic Pop, 144 BPM

Lyrics: zods 🎧and ChatGPT Open AI Music: zods 🎧, Suno v6.0 and ChatGPT Open AI Vocals: Suno v6.0, Creative Music and Art Directions: zods 🎧 © 2026 zods 🎧. All Rights Reserved. This release was created using AI-assisted creative tools, with human creative direction, curation and editing by zods 🎧 [INTRO — A, MALE GRAVELLY BARITONE, EXHAUSTED] I'd like to file a noise complaint. [B — FEMALE SMOKY CONTRALTO, CHEERFUL] Against whom? [A] The drilling company, the Martian tourists and whoever's playing the banjo in crater nine. [B] That's my uncle. [A] Of course it is. [VERSE 1 — MALE A] I bought a house on lunar ground, For peace and quiet, not a sound. At half past two the drills began, And shook the coffee from my hand. [VERSE 2 — FEMALE B] We came from Mars to see the view, And brought a little music too. The speakers shook the landing bay, The locals asked us all to go away. [PRE-CHORUS — A / B] [A] Turn it down! [B] It's barely loud! [A] You've woken up the crater crowd! [B] It's just a song! [A] It's seventeen! [BOTH] The loudest Moon there's ever been! [CHORUS 1 — BOTH, ACID HOUSE × PSYCHOBILLY] Cratered commotion! Across the cosmic ocean! Drilling through the lunar floor, And dancing at the neighbour's door! Cratered commotion! A planetary explosion! We came to find a quieter place, And brought the whole damn noise to space! [ACID BASS AND GUITAR RESPONSE — 2 BARS] [303 squelch answers twangy psychobilly guitar] [VERSE 3 — MALE A] The man next door wears cowboy black, And keeps a telescope out back. He plays three chords beneath the stars, Then claims the echoes come from Mars. [VERSE 4 — FEMALE B] My uncle brought a Martian horn, And played it every Sunday morn. The landlord said, "That's quite enough!" Then asked if he could play the stuff. [CHORUS 2 — BOTH, FULL ACID HOUSE] Cratered commotion! Across the cosmic ocean! Drilling through the lunar floor, And dancing at the neighbour's door! Cratered commotion! A planetary explosion! We came to find a quieter place, And brought the whole damn noise to space! [VERSE 5 — FEMALE B, DREAMY HYPNAGOGIC DELIVERY] The neon glowed across the dust, Our old cassette began to rust. A melody from years ago, Played twice as slow beneath the glow. [VERSE 6 — MALE A, DRY] The committee met in crater three, To settle noise democratically. The chairman was an AI drone, Who said, "All sound will be postponed." [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK — 8 BARS] [Psychobilly slap bass and gothic-country guitar riff] [303 acid sequence twists through the main melody] [Brief tape-warped nostalgic synth and woozy pads] [Sudden theatrical drum-and-flute pause] [Full house groove returns immediately] [BRIDGE — SPARSE DRUM, FLUTE AND LOW BASS] [AI CHAIR — FORMAL, DEADPAN] Your request for peace has been approved. [A] Wonderful. [AI CHAIR] All atmospheric circulation systems will now be silenced. [B] You mean the oxygen pumps? [AI CHAIR] Correct. [A] CANCEL THE REQUEST! [B] KEEP THE MUSIC ON! [ONE-BEAT SILENCE] [AI CHAIR] Recalculating neighbourly relations. [A — RHYTHMIC] We crossed the stars to start again! [B] And brought the habits we had then! [A] No place is quiet, near or far! [BOTH] When someone's uncle owns a guitar! [VERSE 7 — MALE A] By four the drills had finally stopped, The Martian speakers all were dropped. I thought the peace had come at last, Then heard a fiddle from the past. [VERSE 8 — FEMALE B] The cowboy stepped into the light, And played his three chords through the night. The miners danced, the tourists cheered, And even the committee volunteered. [FINAL CHORUS — BOTH, FULL ENERGY] Cratered commotion! Across the cosmic ocean! Drilling through the lunar floor, And dancing at the neighbour's door! Cratered commotion! A planetary explosion! We came to find a quieter place, And brought the whole damn noise to space! [EXTENDED HOOK — BOTH] Moon dust! Mars light! Everybody's up tonight! No sleep! No peace! Someone call the lunar police! Turn it down! Turn it high! There's a party in the sky! From the craters to the stars, The neighbours sound exactly like ours! [OUTRO — A / B / AI] [A] I've decided to move somewhere quieter. [B] Where? [A] Jupiter's outer moons. [B] Lovely. My uncle's got a holiday home there. [A] No. [B] And he's bringing the banjo. [A] NO. [AI CHAIR] Your relocation request has been approved. [A] Thank goodness. [AI CHAIR] A complimentary neighbour will be provided. [A] Please don't.