zods🎧- 2050s...If the Years Are Kind | 2050s Future Soul Prog. House × Neo-Disco × Gospel, 124 BPM

Lyrics: zods 🎧 and ChatGPT Open AI Music: EasyMusic.AI v7.0, zods 🎧 and ChatGPT Open AI Vocals: EasyMusic.Ai v7.0 Creative Direction: 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 — Female / Male, over groove] Female: What year is it now? Male: Depends which bottle you're wearing. Female: Still collecting? Male: I prefer archiving. Female: Of course you do. [Verse 1 — Male] If the years are kind, one morning I'll leave the old alarm alone, find a bottle from the twenties, spray a decade round the home. They'll call our gourmands vintage, laugh at everything we bought. Some forgotten little sample will be worth more than we thought. [Verse 2 — Female] Maybe counters disappear then, maybe every wall can smell. AI noses build a fragrance from the stories that we tell. Refill glass instead of landfill, new materials, cleaner air. Still somebody blind-buys midnight— some things never change, I swear. [Pre-Chorus — Alternating] Male: Will they still argue niche? Female: Probably. Male: Designer? Female: Ancient history. Male: Dupes and clones? Female: Oh, they'll find new names. Both: Same obsession, different game. [Chorus — Both] If the years are kind, we'll smell them, every future, every place. New-world bottles, old-world memories, time still drying on our skin. If the years are kind, keep moving, leave some room for what's unknown. The world may change the way we smell— but memory keeps its own. [Post-Chorus — Gospel responses] Choir: Years are kind… Female: One more spray. Choir: Years are kind… Male: Put that bottle away. Female: Which bottle? Male: Exactly. [Verse 3 — Male] Maybe Paris shares the spotlight, Dubai changed the map before. New perfume capitals are rising where we never looked before. Accra, Seoul and somewhere nameless, young creators change the rules. Yesterday's forbidden strange note fills tomorrow's fragrance schools. [Verse 4 — Female] Maybe roses grow in towers, maybe ood is lab-designed. Lost materials reconstructed, old traditions redefined. Someone's wearing digital musk now, someone swears by vintage juice. Fifty years of innovation— still we ask, “How's the performance?” [Break — Male / Female] Male: Projection? Female: Darling, it's 2050. Male: Longevity? Female: Apparently twelve days. Male: Compliments? Female: Still why half of them bought it. Male: Humanity survives. [Bridge — Alternating, warmer] Male: Bottles leave and fashions vanish. Female: Algorithms lose their crown. Male: What was viral becomes history. Female: What was lost gets handed down. Male: Every generation finds its fragrance. Female: Every fragrance finds its years. Both: What survives is never hype— it's who was standing with us here. [Final Chorus — Both + Gospel Choir] If the years are kind, we'll smell them, every future, every place. New-world bottles, old-world memories, time still drying on our skin. If the years are kind, keep moving, there are worlds we haven't known. Technology can make the fragrance— memory makes it our own. Choir: If the years are kind… Male: Keep discovering. Choir: If the years are kind… Female: Keep changing. Both: And leave some mystery behind. [Outro — stripped to Rhodes / Male & Female] Male: So… what are you wearing in 2050? Female: Something discontinued. Male: Naturally. Female: One spray? Male: Make it two. [spray] Both: I'll tell you when we get there.