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Call Me Maybe

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

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Welcome to the emotional breakdown you can tap your foot to.

This is bittersweet indie rock for anyone who's ever been told “great job” and responded with a sarcastic grunt, only to cry about it later in the break room. A jangle pop shimmer wraps around a post-punk spine, while guitars sparkle like cheap champagne under flickering office lights, and the bassline grooves with the quiet confidence of someone who definitely read the manual twice.

Vocals? Conversational, like you're overhearing a genius complain to a vending machine.
Lyrics? Oh, just your usual mix of solder fumes, time loops, and existential microns.

🎸 Clean guitars twinkle with emotional repression.
🥁 Drums march like a to-do list with abandonment issues.
🎤 The chorus—“Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway…”—is the sound of someone almost taking a compliment, then tripping over it.

This isn’t just a song. It’s a melodic sigh, a shrug in four-four time, a hug for the burnout romantics who still believe in precision, even if only to escape their feelings.

🔩 For the overthinkers.
📉 For the under-celebrators.
💔 For the blueprint poets.

“Why am I — always this guy?”
We don’t know, man. But your suffering sounds fantastic.

Lyrics:

My coat smells like solder and sleepless regret
I trace blue lines with a cigarette
The cleaner hums, the deadline leers
It’s Monday again — or is it next year?

🎶 Why am I — always this guy?
Staring down ghosts through a laser eye
Chasing one micron ‘til my soul goes blind
Clock hands spin but I stay behind
My oh my — just leave me alone
I’m twenty-two in a thirty-zone 🎶

I talk to machines more than I talk to friends
I fix what’s broken — then break it again
Dreams dissolve in factory light
We build the stars, but forget the night

🎶 Why am I — always this guy?
Falling for rules I forgot to defy
Measuring worth in invisible lines
Living on graphs, avoiding the signs
My oh my — just leave me alone
I’m still in the lab when the lights are gone 🎶

And we all said we’d change the world
Now we redraw specs and wipe the curls
Every win’s a softer fall
We miss the glitch, then fix it all

🎶 Why am I — always this guy?
Trapped in a dance where the beat won’t die
One micron left, one breath to take
A promise we never meant to break
My oh my — just leave me alone
I'm carving dreams into silicon stone 🎶

🎵 Just one micron wide...
Between the man I am… and the one I hide... 🎵

Why am I — always this guy?

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!

Why am I — always this guy?

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