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🏙️ Welcome to Mladá Boleslav – the town where your GPS sighs, your coffee comes with a user manual, and romance politely declines your friend request.

🎸 “Mladá Boleslav (Pop Version)” is your jangly, melancholic anthem for those who’ve ever fallen not in love, but into existential meh.
Think: post-punk rhythm meets small-town punctuality. Indie rock guitars wander wide streets of industrial indifference, while jangle pop melodies try to make eye contact with the Škoda museum (it blinks once, disapprovingly).

🧾 What to expect:
– Guitars as crisp as an Excel spreadsheet
– Lyrics stitched from quiet despair and precision welding
– That haunting feeling of ordering soup in a town where emotion is strictly regulated

🎧 Perfect for:
– Staring into your dashboard in parking lot P3
– Emotional breakdowns in well-organized bus terminals
– Writing sad postcards from towns you never meant to visit

📦 This isn’t heartbreak. It’s time management.
Hit play. And stay exactly as long as scheduled.

Lyrics:

Rolled in from the E65
Headlights fading gray
Industrial ghost line the road
Warehouses in silent ballet
Steel and glass, concrete and chrome
This town don't sing, but it hums like a metronome
Came too early, sky still cold
Eateries asleep behind shutters bold
Near Novy Park, by the football ground
A kind of silence that makes no sound

Mladá Boleslav
Like a clock without a chime
Precise, unfeeling, always on time
You won't fall in love, but you'll stay a while
Not for the thrill, but the measured mile

Mladá Boleslav
In your silence I find
A boredom so deep, it redefines time
Museum doors and a factory pride
Škoda hearts with no need to hide
Efficiency etched in every street
But no heartbeat, no jazz, no heat

Mladá Boleslav
Like a clock without a chime
Precise, unfeeling, always on time
You won't fall in love, but you'll stay a while
Not for the thrill, but the measured mile

Brushed past lives not lived, just done
Saturday's soul beneath a clouded sun
A city built like a resume page
Neat, correct, devoid of rage
There's beauty in the absence, a lesson in the plain
Like meeting someone stable yet driving you insane
They'll fix your car, your watch, your day
But never ask if you're okay

Mladá Boleslav
Like a clock without a chime
Precise, unfeeling, always on time
You won't write poems, but you'll write checks
Built on the bones of post-war specs

Mladá Boleslav
Like a whisper in the side
So cold, so calm, so borderline fine
Maybe not love, but something aligned
The hum of machines, I lose my mind
Mladá Boleslav, a name I won't forget
A soulless rhythm, I still can't regret

Mladá Boleslav (Pop 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)

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!

Mladá Boleslav (Pop Version)

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