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Prompt:

Song Title: “I’m an Expat in Exegol” Genre: Quirky Alt-Metal / Psychedelic Stoner Rock Influence: Monster Magnet, Clutch, with touches of Queens of the Stone Age ⸻ 🪐 Concept & Vibe: The song tells the story of a washed-up space drifter who’s not evil enough to be a Sith, but just jaded enough to move to their home planet anyway. He’s an outcast among zealots and ghosts, sipping black coffee among lightning storms, trying to start a band, dodge cult recruiters, and find decent Wi-Fi. It’s a satirical, sludgy ride through cosmic burnout, exile, and over-the-top space gothic weirdness, dripping with sarcasm and fuzzed-out riffs.

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Description:

The image features a character dressed in a black robe, standing in a purple-hued environment with a moon in the background. The character appears to be a space drifter, possibly an expat in Exegol, as suggested by the song title. The scene conveys a sense of isolation and introspection, with the character seemingly lost in thought or contemplating their next move. The overall atmosphere is one of cosmic burnout and a touch of psychedelic stoner rock.

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Title: I’m an Expat in Exegol
Tags: Quirky Alt-Metal, Psychedelic Stoner Rock

[Verse 1]

I drift through the storms of Exegol, lost in the black
Not Sith enough, just worn out, no turning back
Zealots preach, but I’m on the edge, just sippin’ my brew
Black coffee under lightning, I’m wonderin’ what to do

[Chorus]

I’m an expat in Exegol, where the ghosts can’t talk
Dodge the cults, and Wi-Fi’s weak on this dead rock
I’m tryin’ to start a band, but the amps won’t hum
Where's my Wi-Fi, where's the fun?

[Verse 2]

I walk the streets of this dusty, cosmic town
Everyone’s so high on power, they don’t hear the sound
Of my fuzzed-out guitar, strummin’ on a whim
The galaxy’s burned out, but I’m still playin’ dim

[Chorus]

I’m an expat in Exegol, where the ghosts can’t talk
Dodge the cults, and Wi-Fi’s weak on this dead rock
I’m tryin’ to start a band, but the amps won’t hum
Where's my Wi-Fi, where's the fun?

[Bridge]

I’m just a cosmic burnout, floatin’ in the void
Runnin’ from the past, too tired to avoid
With a razor tongue and a soul to sell
But the recruiters can’t catch me, so I’m doin’ well

[Chorus]

I’m an expat in Exegol, where the ghosts can’t talk
Dodge the cults, and Wi-Fi’s weak on this dead rock
I’m tryin’ to start a band, but the amps won’t hum
Where's my Wi-Fi, where's the fun?

[Outro]

Exegol, Exegol… my exiled home
Where the coffee’s black and the lights are gone…