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🍕 “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)

I dont wanna be ur girlfriend

A stone falls into the well and never lands. That’s the image that started this track — a meditation on depth, mystery, and the human need to search where answers may never come. “Deep, deeper, the deepest” is not just a refrain; it’s a reminder that truth often hides where light cannot reach, and that sometimes the search itself reveals more than the destination.

This song drifts between shadows and echoes, between hope and futility. It asks: what lies beneath our questions? Gold, grief, or nothing at all? In the end, perhaps the greatest wisdom is to accept that not every secret is meant to be uncovered.

A chillwave journey for late nights, headphones, and anyone who has ever stared too long into the dark — and felt it staring back.

Lyrics:

I dropped a stone into the well,
It never hit the ground I could tell.
The echo faded, swallowed whole,
A depth beyond my mind’s control.

What are you hiding under there?
Gold or grief or just thin air?
I leaned too far, I lost my grip,
Fell into the endless crypt.

Deep, deeper, the deepest —
Truth costs a fortune, lies come the cheapest.
Deep, deeper, the deepest —
The darker it gets, the brighter the secrets.

A whisper calls from underneath,
A siren’s song, a riddle’s teeth.
Is it a chest with locks of rust?
Or just the dust of ancient trust?

Maybe a voice that begs release,
Maybe a scroll with broken peace.
Maybe the wisdom no one claimed,
Or maybe nothing — all the same.

Deep, deeper, the deepest —
Truth costs a fortune, lies come the cheapest.
Deep, deeper, the deepest —
The darker it gets, the brighter the secrets.

I asked the depth, “What do you keep?”
It only answered back with sleep.
I asked again, “Why go so far?”
It laughed like some forgotten star.

And then I saw — the joke was me,
Searching where I’ll never see.
Not every door is meant to bend,
Not every question needs an end.

Deep, deeper, the deepest —
Truth costs a fortune, lies come the cheapest.
Deep, deeper, the deepest —
Go lose yourself, go laugh with the secrets.

Go deep… deeper… deeper than reason,
Some things are made to stay out of season.
Go deep… deeper… don’t ask me why,
Some mysteries live, some answers must die.

Deeper

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