zods 🎧- NOTES NOBODY SANG | Nth Eng Hard House × Speed Garage × Sth England/London 2-Step, 142 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 🎧 [MALE, SPOKEN] Why are you making songs about perfume? [FEMALE] Why isn't anybody else? [MALE] Fair point. [FEMALE] Somebody had to start. [LONDON 2-STEP BEAT ENTERS] [VERSE 1 — MALE TENOR] Same old sample, different name, Another remix, same old game. Nineties records, cut and sliced, Back again at twice the price. Nothing wrong with songs we knew, But surely there's another view. A thousand stories left untold, While yesterday gets dressed in gold. [VERSE 2 — FEMALE CONTRALTO] Another cover climbs the chart, A bigger beat, a borrowed heart. Different singer, brighter light, Same old melody tonight. I wanted something fresh and real, A little strange, a little feel. Not every song needs worldwide fame, Or someone else's famous name. [CHORUS 1 — BOTH, SPEED GARAGE] Notes nobody sang before, Open up another door! Notes nobody thought to write, Now we're dancing here tonight! Different notes, a different sound, Little worlds are all around. Notes nobody sang, here we go, Making music from the things we know! [8-BAR SPEED GARAGE BASS BREAK] [VERSE 3 — MALE] Nobody sang of batch-code fights, Or blind-buy parcels late at night. Nobody wrote of flanker fears, Or waiting lists that last for years. A perfume forum, midnight scroll, A tiny hobby with a soul. No soundtrack waiting on the shelf, So I decided, make it myself! [VERSE 4 — FEMALE] A bottle holds a summer day, A love that slowly slipped away. The smell of rain, a childhood room, A rose that lingered past its bloom. Some stories make us laugh out loud, Some find a voice within the crowd. One little spray can take us back, So why not put it on a track? [CHORUS 2 — BOTH, BOUNCY] Notes nobody sang before, Open up another door! Notes nobody thought to write, Now we're dancing here tonight! From funny tales to memories, From perfume shops to galaxies. Notes nobody sang, let them grow, There's more to music than we know! [BRIDGE 1 — BEAT CUTS, RHODES] [MALE, SPOKEN] Did anybody ask for batch-code songs? [FEMALE] Not a single soul. [MALE] Blind-buy disasters? [FEMALE] Plenty of qualified listeners. [MALE] So why wait? [FEMALE] Make the music anyway. [GROWLING SPEED GARAGE BASS RETURNS] [VERSE 5 — MALE] Flanker Pranker joined the show, Then FOMO Extrait stole the glow. SOTD Flex came dressed to shine, With sports-car keys arranged in line. Eau de Snob arrived one night, And judged the speakers left and right. A little nonsense, truth and rhyme, Another wonderfully wasted time. [VERSE 6 — FEMALE] A laugh from someone miles away, A comment brightens up the day. No need to own the radio, Or chase the charts wherever they go. If one small song can raise a smile, Then every note has been worthwhile. No need for trophies on the wall, Enjoying it can mean it all. [CHORUS 3 — BOTH, HARD HOUSE KICK] Notes nobody sang before, Now they're knocking at the door! Notes nobody thought to write, Found their rhythm, found their light! A little humour, something true, A different way to make it through. Notes nobody sang, hear them rise, There's room for songs of every size! [16-BAR NORTHERN HARD HOUSE INSTRUMENTAL] [DRIVING KICK, EUPHORIC PIANO, REESE BASS] [RETURN TO SKIPPY LONDON 2-STEP] [VERSE 7 — MALE] Some write of heartbreak, some of fame, Some give the universe a name. I write of bottles, notes and sprays, And all our wonderfully foolish ways. A garage beat beneath the joke, A little truth in what we spoke. Who knew a fragrance could belong, Inside a ridiculously catchy song? [VERSE 8 — FEMALE] The world has room for stranger things, For unexpected songs to sing. A curious thought, a playful start, Can find a home in someone's heart. So keep those odd ideas alive, Give them a rhythm, let them thrive. The things that nobody thought to try, Might give another dream its wings. [BRIDGE 2 — STRIPPED RHODES] [MALE, SPOKEN] Did anybody ask for this? [FEMALE] No. [MALE] Did we make it anyway? [FEMALE] Absolutely. [MALE] Any regrets? [FEMALE] Only the blind buys. [HARD HOUSE KICK RETURNS] [FINAL CHORUS — BOTH, FULL UK CLUB ENERGY] Notes nobody sang before, Open up another door! Notes nobody thought to write, Turn the ordinary into light! No permission, no disguise, Just a little spark that flies. Notes nobody sang, loud and clear, Making what we want to hear! Notes nobody sang, let them play, There's another song along the way. From the laughter to the tears, Here's to all the curious years! [OUTRO — RHODES, FADING GARAGE BASS] [MALE, SPOKEN] So what's the next song about? [FEMALE] P