Fly Me to the Moon

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Sunshine (My Girl)

Safe And Sound - Byond Bliss

Call Me Maybe

I release this track back on february but forgot to add it here lol! Enjoy guys! 

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Like Me - Single

Like Me

Soft Like Sin

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Frühling der  Senioren

Plastikkarte

Dernier Souffle

You call me trouble with a candlelight smile,
I laugh, sip slow, and stay awhile.
You say I’m fire — but you lit the flame,
Now we both melt... and call it a game.

You bring the heat, I bring the tease,
We mix our moods like summer breeze.
You raise your brow, I drop my gaze,
We speak in jazz — and sweet malaise.

Oh, cariño... who’s keeping score?
We fight, then flirt, then dance some more.
You lean in close — I pull away,
Then catch your hand like it’s foreplay.

🎵 Blame me softly, blame me slow,
Whisper my name like you don’t know.
One step back, two steps near —
We don’t fix love, we disappear.
Blame me gently, play your part,
We kiss with rhythm, break with art.
Sip the night like sweet champagne —
And love me deep in the blame game. 🎵

You miss your flight, I miss your touch,
Yet somehow... it’s never too much.
You bring the chaos, I bring the cream,
And somehow we’re still one dream.

Your voice is jazz, your hands confess,
I answer back in satin mess.
We speak in moves, not in replies,
And write our truths in moonlit lies.

When the music fades... you stay close.
No right, no wrong — just overdosed.
We dance in dusk, we blur, we bend,
And maybe love... is not to mend.

🎵 Blame me softly, don’t explain,
Let’s trace the night, not dodge the rain.
Touch like jazz, no need to tame,
Just lose yourself in the blame game.
Blame me slowly, kiss like sin,
We never lose — we just begin.
Turn down the lights, forget the name —
And call it love in the blame game. 🎵

“Mmm... we argue just to stay close.”
“…and baby, I like your version better.”

Blame Game (Latin Jazz Version)

No Friends at the Party

🍕 “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)

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Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

Blame Game (Latin Jazz Version)

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