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No Friends at the Party

Ever wondered what your week would look like if it quit its job, moved to the coast, and started a shoegaze side project?
Turns out, Monday through Sunday have been living rent-free in a VHS tape since 1987, scoring their own soft-focus life documentary.

This is Chillwave at its most gloriously unnecessary:
🌊 Synths so warped you’ll think your speakers are melting
📷 Melodies that sound like they belong to memories you swear you had, but probably didn’t
🍹 The audio equivalent of sipping a piña colada while staring moodily at a postcard

It’s not just music — it’s a time capsule you never actually buried.
Press play, lean back, and watch your responsibilities dissolve like a Polaroid in the sun.
Side effects may include: buying a vintage windbreaker, talking about “vibes” too much, and sending postcards to people who live in the same city as you.

Lyrics:

Monday drifts in with a shadowed face
Hands in his pockets, moving at a fragile pace
He hums a song no one remembers well
Something between a greeting and a farewell

Tuesday writes letters she’ll never send
Leaves them in drawers, knowing how they’ll end
Her smile is pale, like the early rain
She wears the quiet, she wears the strain

🎶 Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
Lalala la lalalalalalala
Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
La lalalalalalala 🎶

Wednesday’s a bridge half-lost in the mist
Carrying dreams that barely exist
He leans on the rail, staring at the tide
Counting the waves as they slip and hide

Thursday is lonely, but she hides it well
She speaks of tomorrow like a fragile spell
Her eyes are glass, but the cracks don’t show
She’s the promise of warmth in a world of snow

🎶 Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
Lalala la lalalalalalala
Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
La lalalalalalala 🎶

Friday wears perfume like a faded flame
She dances alone, whispering someone’s name
Her laughter’s soft, but it slips away
Like the end of a song you wanted to stay

Saturday sighs under silver skies
Her joy is a ghost in her half-closed eyes
She sleeps through the sun, wakes for the moon
Knowing both will be gone too soon

Sunday’s a blanket, frayed at the seams
Holding you close inside her dreams
She hums a tune you almost recall
Before Monday returns to take it all

🎶 Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
Lalala la lalalalalalala
Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
La lalalalalalala 🎶

Seven slow ghosts, walking in a line
Each with their shadow, each with their sign
Days pass like whispers, soft and undone
Until all the weeks blur into one

From Monday to Sunday (Chillwave)

🍕 “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)

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!

From Monday to Sunday (Chillwave)

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