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Call Me Maybe

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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)

Imagine The Cure got locked in IKEA overnight, R.E.M. overslept and missed rehearsal, and Johnny Marr had to write a song about hitting snooze 14 times in a row. That’s basically this track.

It’s the indie rock hymn for anyone who’s ever stared at the clock during the day and thought: “Seriously, is this thing even moving, or is time just gaslighting me?”

Grey mornings, mocking clocks, and the eternal struggle between being a functioning human vs. becoming a blanket burrito — all wrapped in jangly guitars and post-punk gloom you can actually dance-cry to.

So go ahead: close the curtains, throw on your headphones, and pretend the world doesn’t exist until at least noon tomorrow. This song won’t judge you. In fact, it’ll probably join you under the covers.

Lyrics:

Grey light burns my weary eyes,
Every hour a thin disguise.
I drag my body through the day,
Hoping night will steal me away.

The sun feels heavy, the world’s too loud,
But in my dreams, I lose the crowd.

When finally this day is done?
I want to escape, I want to run!
Into the bed, into the deep,
Where I belong, where I can sleep.

The clocks keep mocking, hands don’t move,
The daylight leaves me nothing to prove.
But silence waits behind the dark,
To heal my soul, relight the spark.

The night forgives what day denies,
I close my heart, I close my eyes.

When finally this day is done?
I want to escape, I want to run!
Into the bed, into the deep,
Where I belong, where I can sleep.

Don’t wake me, don’t break me,
This fragile peace can save me.
Dreams hold me, they own me,
The night’s the only place I’m free.

When finally this day is done?
I want to escape, I want to run!
Into the bed, into the deep,
Where I belong, where I can sleep.

Daylight fades, I disappear,
The night’s my truth

When Finally This Day Is Done?

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!

When Finally This Day Is Done?

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