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🧽 Sweating and Swearing – Unbekannter Künstler
Genre: Electropop / Groove Pop

“Das Leben ist kein Wunschkonzert,” they say.
So he mops. He hums. He sweats. He swears.
Five kids, a wife, no applause — just duty and floor polish.

A deeply human electropop anthem from the voice of the invisible:
a cleaner caught between heatwaves, heating bills, and the beat of his own breath.
With sax solos that cry like traffic, piano stabs like unpaid bills, and a groove that never quits —
this is working-class poetry wrapped in synths and sorrow.

🎶 “Mmm-hmmm… wipe it down, wipe it down…”
For anyone who's ever labored in silence and still found rhythm in the routine.

Lyrics:

They say: “Das Leben ist kein Wunschkonzert.”
Life ain't no wish parade.
And here I am again…
At 6:14 AM,
Holding a mop like a microphone,
Singing to a floor that never claps back.

🎶 Mmm-hmmm… doo-doo-dooo… mm-mmm…
🎶 Mmm-hmmm… wipe it down, wipe it down…

I wipe, I scrub, I scrape the night
Before the suits walk in, before the light
It’s summer, and sweat rolls down my spine
The day just started, and this heat is mine

Five mouths at home, plus hers and mine
She packs my lunch — a quiet sign
We got love, but no vacation
Just a mop, a beat, and resignation

I dream of rain, but dream too fast
The fan is broken — the heat will last
I hum a tune to push the pain
And whisper to the floor again:

🎵 Sweating and swearing — sweating and swearing
This is the song I sing while caring
🎵 Sweating and swearing — sweating and swearing
Through every Monday, pain-bearing
All week long, and the years ahead
All for the kids who need to be fed

🪗 keys jab like thoughts I can’t say

In winter it’s no better, just a shift in pain
The heat is on, I sweat in shame
My shirt sticks cold, then hot, then back
But no one sees the silent crack

I once wrote poems, had a band
Now I polish floors with broken hands
The suit walks past, eyes glazed like glass
But I stay low — I let him pass

🎶 Mmm-hmm-mm… doo-doo-dooo…
🎶 Life don’t care what I used to do

🎵 Sweating and swearing — sweating and swearing
Nobody claps, but I keep on daring
🎵 Sweating and swearing — sweating and swearing
Mop in hand, soul wearing
Wiping pain into the tile
Feeding love with every mile

Sometimes I wonder…
If these floors could talk,
Would they thank me?
Or just laugh… like the world does.
But this is life. No dreams. No applause.
Just duty.
And maybe a song.

🎵 Sweating and swearing — sweating and swearing
It’s all I got, but I keep on caring
🎵 Sweating and swearing — sweating and swearing
Winter or summer, it’s all the same airing
One step, one wipe, one day more
'Til I hum myself out the exit door

🎶 Mmm-hmmm… doo-doo-dooo… mm-mmm…
🎶 Mmm-hmmm… wipe it down, wipe it down…

Sweating and Swearing

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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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!

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Unbekannter Künstler

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