nter KünstlerThe beat feels alive 🔥 pure mutefuse motion.

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I release this track back on february but forgot to add it here lol! Enjoy guys! 

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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)

I dont wanna be ur girlfriend

You ever try to move on, but your brain’s like: “Nope, we live here now”? ☕🚬

That’s this song. It’s the chillwave samba soundtrack for all those tragic romantics who get ambushed by memories while buying snacks or standing at red lights.

It’s got the groove of Copacabana, the melancholy of an Austrian winter, and the lyrical energy of a guy who’s just trying to survive his ex haunting every supermarket aisle. 🛒💔

So grab your coffee, pretend to be emotionally stable, and let Unbekannter Künstler whisper your heartbreak into a tropical daydream. By the third chorus you’ll still be missing them — but at least you’ll be missing them rhythmically. 🕶️🌴🎶

Lyrics:

When I buy that snack for lunch,
Pretend I don’t think of your touch.
When I pull a smoke on my break,
I still see your smile in the haze I make.

When I start the car at five-oh-two,
The traffic moves — but not my view.
Every red light, every queue,
Feels like a rerun of me and you.

When will I stop missing you?
When the seasons start feeling new?
When the snow won’t whisper through
The same old thoughts I can’t undo?
Yeah, I’m doing all I’m supposed to do —
But tell me, when will I stop missing you? 

When I grab my morning brew,
Half awake and thinking of you.
When I walk those aisles for food,
Every label spells your mood.

When I hear our song on the radio,
I try to laugh, but it hits below.
Guess healing takes more than time —
It takes forgetting the punchline.

When will I stop missing you?
When the nights stop shining blue?
When I stop searching skies for clues
That somehow lead me back to you?
Yeah, I’m busy — it’s what people do —
But tell me, when will I stop missing you? 

Maybe it fades in tiny ways,
Between the bills and working days.
Maybe I won’t even know
The moment I finally let you go.

When will I stop missing you?
When the year turns over too?
When the snow melts into dew,
And life feels slightly overdue?
I’ll smile again — that’s overdue —
But tell me, when will I stop missing you? 

Maybe next coffee… maybe next song…
But not today.

When Will I Stop Missing You?

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 Will I Stop Missing You?

Unbekannter Künstler

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