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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

Ever dated someone so emotionally unavailable they made a brick wall look like a therapist?

That’s what this song is about — The Coldest Routine.

It’s chillwave for the heartbroken, French-press house for the emotionally ghosted.
You give them love, they give you… a sigh and a calendar reminder to “text back someday.”
This track captures that perfect winter vibe where your relationship ends, but at least your synth pad still cares.

Imagine Sade and Daft Punk trying couples therapy under a neon lamp while the therapist just nods to the beat.
That’s this song.

So grab your blanket of emotional detachment, pour yourself an ice-cold latte of regret,
and vibe to the rhythm of “Too tired for me.”

💔🧊

Lyrics:

If I hide it, if I hide it now,
Will you stop, will you stop caring somehow?
If I fake it, if I fake what I feel,
Will you still tear the best from me, unreal?

You give me, you give me the coldest routine,
You give me, you’re giving me the dullest scene,
Too tired for me.

There’s a silent void, and I’ve drowned in it before,
There’s a silent void — it’s you.
There’s a silent void, and it’s colder than before,
Taking away what I once knew.
(Sometimes I think you’re just too cruel to me.)

You give me the coldest routine,
That’s why I’m done with you (with you).
You give me the coldest routine,
Too tired for me.
(Sometimes I think you’re just too cruel to me.)

I’d do nothing now for you,
Wouldn’t care for your pain.
Everything you wanted me to —
I’d let it slip away.

There’s a silent void, and I’ve seen it all before,
There’s a silent void — it’s true.
There’s a silent void, and it’s colder than before,
Taking away what’s left of you.

You give me the coldest routine,
That’s why I’m done with you (with you).
You give me, keep giving me the coldest routine,
Too tired for me.

You’ve got the smallest heart,
Sometimes I think you’re too numb for me.
Every day’s November and every night’s just half-past three.

Will you stop remembering me? Ha-ha.
Will you stop now, will you stop bringing out the worst in me?

The Coldest Routine

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!

The Coldest Routine

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