Love On The Brain

No Da Miré

I’m proudly sharing the debut single of the year, “Black Magic Woman”, featuring Kaylan Arnold. A song originally performed by my all-time source of inspiration Santana, and the first page of my new musical chapter! Enjoy

Black Magic Woman

Ginton & Kaylan Arnold - Black Magic Woman

Figa De Guiné

Quedate Luna

Origin

Mona

Gelem Gelem

Nomad

🎧 The Beer Garden Anthem
Genre: Electropop / Groove House
Vibe: Uplifting • Surreal • Groovy • Sparkles of Transcendence

Description:
A divine fusion of crispy roast pork, holy beer, and mellow piano-sparked euphoria.
The Beer Garden Anthem floats somewhere between lunch and ascension — a groove house hymn for everyone who's ever felt light after a heavy meal.

Sunset melodies. Forks falling like prayers. Clouds made of crackling skin and Bavarian foam.
This isn't just a song — it's a meal-induced miracle.

💫 Expect:
✅ Sacred synths & mellow grooves
✅ Hypnotic piano loops & dreamy female vocals
✅ “Lalalala – lalalala – lalalalalaaaaaaaa…” (yes, it’s that kind of ride)
✅ Lyrics about flying over beer gardens on a pork-and-hop high

Hmm hmm hmm...
Fork drops. Beat rises.

Sun dips low, amber in the trees,
Table's full, I’m weak in the knees.
Juices run, skin crisp like a hymn —
And the beer, oh the beer, it sings from within.

One bite and my soul took flight,
Foam kissed lips, and the world turned light.
Heaven opened in a garden shade,
With a belly full of blessings I levitate.

My chair’s gone. I float.
No more weight, no coat.
The waiter smiles like a saint,
As I rise with no complaint...

🎶 Lalalala – lalalala – lalalalalaaaaaaaa
Blessed be the brew in my veins,
The roast, it whispers holy refrains.
Up I go — no wings, no plan —
Just clouds, just foam, just who I am.

Sky’s a plate of sapphire cream,
My shadow dances on a dream.
Below, the world still chews and sips,
But I fly high on sacred sips.

Bavarian harp in the wind’s soft tone,
A choir of hops and crackling bone.
Above the steins, above the pain,
In pork-slick grace, I’ve slipped the chain.

No last call, no regrets,
My flight path’s set with no nets.
Heaven smells like fried delight —
And every cloud tastes just right...

🎶 Lalalala – lalalala – lalalalalaaaaaaaa
This isn't just beer, it’s a prayer,
And roast pork makes me lighter than air.
I’m rising slow through mustard skies,
With gravy dreams behind my eyes.

In the sky I saw a sausage moon,
Brushed with beer foam, round as a tune.
A table floats by, set for one —
I toast the sun. My meal’s not done.

🎶 Lalalala – lalalala – lalalalalaaaaaaaa
Holy suds and swine divine,
Lift me past the earthly line.
I don’t need wings, don’t need to pray —
Just one more pint and I’ll stay this way…

Hmm hmm hmm... lalalalaaaa...
Sacred foam… blessed flesh… eternal lunch above the rest…

The Beer Garden Anthem

The Morning Sun

The Morning Sun (Extended Mix)

“They Call Me Bomber – Upbeat LO-FI Indie” is a raw, late-night confession wrapped in the glow of a bedroom lamp at 2 AM. This track blends moody lo-fi textures with an indie-folk heartbeat, carrying all the beautiful imperfections that make a song feel alive.
The production wavers with gentle fuzz, the instrumental stays minimal and intimate, and the vocals—deep, emotional, unmistakably human, paint a portrait of someone singing straight from the soul, flaws and all.

It’s the kind of song that pulls you into its quiet world and makes you feel like you’re sitting on the floor next to the artist while they record the take that means everything.

✨ What moment did this song remind you of?
✨ What emotion did the 2 AM atmosphere awaken in you?
Share your thoughts in the comments, your story completes the vibe.

Canzoni.Del.Bosco creates custom, tailor-made songs for people, celebrations, and brands.
If you’d like your own personalized track, contact us at:
📧 bosco.custom.songs@gmail.com

They call me Bomber - Upbeat LO-FI Indie - Edit - Maia

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