danse pour toujours avec moi feat. dominik - out now 
 an intimate big room track for those who read between the cards

silver dagger and emerging naarm vocalist and established actor/author, dominik, dance with big-room energy while delivering intelligent electro-pop

the release is enriched by a tough yet rhythmically compelling filthy techno remix from @revolverupstairs resident, dj and producer, @acidsafari

Danse Pour Toujours Avec Moi feat. Dominik

LYRICS:
A hush before the world begins,
and something waits to open.

Off we go.

The waters close behind me,
the waters close behind me,
the waters close behind me—
yet still I am carried forward.

A drum beneath the silence
teaches me to breathe.

Always, 
It is the same...
to loosen,
to open,
to fall—
and be carried.

The years pile up like stones,
until I cannot move.

I hold the broken edges,
I hold the broken edges,
I hold the broken edges—
but the wind turns them to dust.

Off we go.

Letting go is not loss,
it is the rhythm of the tide.
It takes what was,
it leaves what can be,
and still the shoreline sings.

Always
It is the same...
to loosen,
to open,
to fall—
and be carried.

The body softens its grip,
the body softens its grip,
the body softens its grip—
and the names 
fade from my tongue.

The horizon folds inward,
and the door of starlight opens.
What was cradle is silence,
what was silence is song.
And still the rhythm carries me

Always
Aways the same...
to loosen,
to open,
to fall—
and be carried.

Off we go,
Me, Myself, and I.

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and off we go...

There are days when the city feels weightless…
and yet, everything around you presses down.
The air is thick, the clouds stay frozen,
and somewhere between glass walls and humming escalators,
you start to wonder if time has stopped breathing.

This track drifts inside that fragile space —
where summer dreams dissolve into neon reflections,
where you stand still but the world keeps moving,
and every sound feels like it belongs to another life.

It’s not about where you are.
It’s about where your thoughts take you.
Somewhere between escape and surrender,
between the noise outside and the quiet inside.

Put on your headphones.
Turn the city into a memory.
Let yourself disappear for a while.

Lyrics:

Weißt du, manchmal hab ich das Gefühl,
der Himmel bleibt heute einfach stehen …
Schwere Wolken über meiner Stadt,
als wollten sie fort,
doch sie bleiben hier.

Alle wollen los,
alle wollen frei …
Motorhauben glühen,
Sommerträume ziehen vorbei.

Und die Wolken,
die Wolken zieh’n nicht …
Und die Straßen,
sie atmen noch nicht …
Alle wollen weg,
doch keiner weiß wohin.
Vielleicht bleib ich hier.
Vielleicht bleib ich hier.

Heute kein Grillhuhn, kein Park,
nur das Summen von Glas und Rolltreppen.
Shoppingcenter-Luft,
fremd und still,
Truthahnsteaks, “all you can eat” …
kleine Fluchten,
zwischen Klimaanlagen und Neonlicht.

Ohh … ohhh … ohhh …

Und die Wolken,
die Wolken zieh’n nicht …
Und die Straßen,
sie atmen noch nicht …
Alle wollen weg,
doch keiner weiß wohin.
Vielleicht bleib ich hier …
Vielleicht bleib ich hier.

Vielleicht bleib ich hier …
Vielleicht bleib ich hier …
Vielleicht bleib ich …

Clouds Don’t Move

🌴 Sun-kissed coastlines, hungry hearts, and forbidden parking spots… 🇮🇹🚗✨

This dreamy Chillwave × French House track blends lush pads, soft-filtered synths, groovy basslines, and playful Italian-accented female vocals into a hypnotic late-afternoon vibe. It’s the story of a young German girl on holiday in Italy — sunglasses on, dolce vita dreams alive — but there’s one problem: every single parking space says “SOLO PER CLIENTI.” 😱🍕

Warm disco-inspired beats, mellow chords, and airy vocal chops set the scene as she cruises along the Mediterranean coast, torn between hunger, frustration, and summer love. Think: Italian sunsets × endless Aperol vibes × parking nightmares.

If you’ve ever been hangry in paradise, this track’s for you. Put on your headphones, close your eyes, and let’s drive under the hot Italian sun…

Warning: Listening may cause spontaneous pasta cravings and emotional tiramisu flashbacks. 🇮🇹❤️

🎧 Perfect for:
☀️ Road trips with no parking
🍹 Golden-hour beach walks
🚗 Singing “SOLO PER CLIENTI” at full volume
🌊 Dreaming of summer even when it’s raining

Lyrics:

She drives a tiny car from Germany,
Through winding roads to the deep blue sea,
Dolce vita dreams, sunglasses on,
But her stomach's empty, mamma mia, she’s done!

Every little street, every little sign,
Says “solo per clienti” — babe, she’s losin’ time!
Pizza in her mind, but no place to stay,
O sole mio, take my hunger away!

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Pizza, pasta… where’s the entry?
Solo per clienti!
My amore, it’s so tormenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… help me, senti! 

She sees a little trattoria by the square,
Smells the fresh lasagna in the summer air,
She parks the car, but a man starts to scream:
“Signorinaaa! This is not what it seems!”

"Bellissima, capisci, non si può…
This parking here — non per te!"
And she sighs, “Okay, okay…
I just want pizza… por favoreee!”

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Tiramisu is my tormenti!
Solo per clienti!
Maccheroni… sentimenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… hungry belly! 

Drive, drive, drive…
Past the beach and wine,
One day, somehow…
She’ll find that sign:
“Benvenuti… clienti tutti!”

Solo Per Clienti (Chillwave Version)

🍕 “SOLO PER CLIENTI” — the unofficial Italian summer anthem nobody asked for… but everybody needs. 🇮🇹🚗☀️

Imagine this: a tiny German car, endless winding coastal roads, the smell of fresh lasagna in the summer air… and zero parking. Every single sign screams “SOLO PER CLIENTI” — and our poor heroine? She just wants pizza, mamma mia! 🍝

This French House groove blends soulful male vocals (with a gloriously strong Italian accent), filtered disco synths, deep sidechained basslines, and sun-kissed beats into the ultimate late-afternoon soundtrack. It's smooth, it’s groovy, and it comes with a hint of tiramisu-fueled desperation.

If you’ve ever been hangry on holiday, trapped between Aperol dreams and parking nightmares, this one’s for you. Close your eyes, turn up the volume, and drive straight into Mediterranean chaos.

Warning: This track may cause
🍕 Sudden pizza cravings
🥂 Aperol spritz nostalgia
🚗 Spontaneous shouts of “SOLO PER CLIENTI!”

Perfect for:
🌴 Golden-hour beach drives
🍹 Late-summer balcony parties
🎧 Dancing barefoot with pasta in hand
🇮🇹 Pretending you’re Italian even if you’re not

Lyrics:

She drives a tiny car from Germany,
Through winding roads to the deep blue sea,
Dolce vita dreams, sunglasses on,
But her stomach's empty, mamma mia, she’s done!

Every little street, every little sign,
Says “solo per clienti” — babe, she’s losin’ time!
Pizza in her mind, but no place to stay,
O sole mio, take my hunger away!

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Pizza, pasta… where’s the entry?
Solo per clienti!
My amore, it’s so tormenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… help me, senti! 

She sees a little trattoria by the square,
Smells the fresh lasagna in the summer air,
She parks the car, but a man starts to scream:
“Signorinaaa! This is not what it seems!”

"Bellissima, capisci, non si può…
This parking here — non per te!"
And she sighs, “Okay, okay…
I just want pizza… por favoreee!”

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Tiramisu is my tormenti!
Solo per clienti!
Maccheroni… sentimenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… hungry belly! 

Drive, drive, drive…
Past the beach and wine,
One day, somehow…
She’ll find that sign:
“Benvenuti… clienti tutti!”

Solo Per Clienti (French House Version)

CEO Ailnn – Bunt ist Boss ✨🖤🌈
Kein Beige. Kein Alpha-Getue. Dieser Track ist Glitzer, Rage und High Heels – laut, queer, frei.
„Bunt ist Boss“ feiert Vielfalt und macht klar: Grau ist vorbei.
Zwischen Club-Beat und Attitude, zwischen TikTok-Ironie und echtem Herzschlag.
Für die Kids, die noch zweifeln. Für die, die tanzen. Für die, die nicht schweigen.
Die Zukunft ist queer – und sie beginnt hier.

Bunt ist Boss

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Rexus alla Lyrics, DJ SUNO - Elizabeth, La Bichota del Ghetto

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

SINCERE IMPOSTER writes, performs and/or produces a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave & Experimental World Pop. Collectively, it's a genre known as QUIRKPOP --- Music that makes you say, "What the hell is this?"

The band currently consists of two members, both living within the same body, sharing a similar existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused. However, both are extremely and unapologetically sincere. 

Influences include Weird Al, Nathan Fielder, David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain and T-Swift. Their favorite inventions are the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel... who may be an entity or a god.



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