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Small Parts Of A Life
Minor Museum
Verified Artist
Minor Museum
Coming from the city renowned for its artistic heritage and atmospheric canals, Amsterdam's very own dance duo, Minor Museum, is stitching the 'dance' in windswept tulip dances. A peculiar mashup of a coding whizz and an astute accountant, their paths crossed in a city awash with creativity, where they started to craft their celebratory anthems.
These audacious lads prove there's a splash of quirkiness in everyone - even in number-crunching accountants and binary code aficionados. Plug into their latest riff on the dance genre, the vibrant tune 'Small Parts Of A Life', and it can't help but be a day brightener, providing that happy fix faster than a Dutchman can cycle into a headwind.
In the grand tradition of long summer days by the North Sea, their music fosters a joyful dynamism, reminiscent of the old city's vibrancy and hues at twilight. The Minor Museum experience is akin to taking a ride in a rickety Amsterdam canal boat - feel-good bobbing with a dash of exhilaration, minus the water sprays.
Allow the men of Minor Museum to reel you in; after all, what's life without those precious ‘small parts’ tracked through infectious beats? In the end, it's all about adding the grooves between the historical facts and tax returns, isn't it?
Small Parts Of A Life
Minor Museum
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
I keep them
I lose them
I try
A room
A chair
A photograph there
A train
A face
A wrong suitcase
You said
Be careful
I said
Of what?
The door was open
The clock had stopped
I remember the street
But I don’t remember the name
I remember your coat
But I don’t remember the rain
Little things
Little signs
Little cuts
In the time
I was almost someone
I was almost fine
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
Small parts
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
La-la-life
La-la-life
I repeat it
I repeat it
A call
No sound
A hotel downtown
A shirt
A lie
A very blue sky
You smiled
Too late
I missed my fate
The lift went up
I stayed at eight
I remember the song
But I don’t remember the band
I remember your mouth
But I don’t remember your hand
Little rooms
Little lights
Little debts
Little nights
I was almost happy
I was almost right
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
This is not sadness
This is inventory
One ticket
One number
One glass
One morning
This is not memory
This is machinery
I press play
I press stop
I press repeat
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Small parts
La-la-life
La-la-life
I repeat it
I repeat it
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
A room
A chair
A photograph there
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
CREDITS
Performer: Minor Museum
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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HOT TRACK
Il Punto Piu Vivo
Milo Sartini
Verified Artist
Milo Sartini
Milo Sartini grew up near Italy’s Adriatic coast in a family where meals regularly became debates and kitchen utensils often became percussion instruments. That lively upbringing shaped an artist drawn to movement, language and the small absurdities of everyday life. His music combines quick-witted Italian storytelling with muscular funk bass, Mediterranean percussion and contemporary pop production.
Sartini studied cultural anthropology at the University of Bologna, focusing on music, public space and the rituals that bring strangers together. He later trained in contemporary composition, arrangement and studio production at a private music institute in Milan. His academic background still informs his work: every rhythm has a social purpose, every instrument enters for a reason, and humour is treated as seriously as melody.
His debut single, “Il Punto Più Vivo,” introduces Sartini as a singer, producer and observant narrator with an instinct for turning ordinary scenes into kinetic music. His delivery moves naturally between singing and rhythmic speech, supported by precise percussion, brass accents and tightly controlled electronic production. Intelligent without becoming academic and playful without becoming novelty, Milo Sartini makes pop music that notices how people actually live.
Il Punto Piu Vivo
Milo Sartini
Uno viene dal porto
Uno scende dal tram
Una ride da sola
Uno non sa dove va
Ma il tamburo li chiama
Senza chiedere chi sei
Questa sera la strada
Ha più nomi di noi
C’è chi arriva con tre parole
Chi ne porta tremila
Chi cucina sopra un balcone
Chi ripara una bicicletta
C’è una radio dietro una porta
Che trasmette da chissà dove
Una nonna detta la danza
A una banda di ventenni
Il tassista perde il turno
Per seguire quel contrabbasso
Un bambino batte il tempo
Con due cucchiai sopra un piatto
Nessun palco nessun padrone
Nessun posto riservato
Quando il ritmo prende la piazza
Ogni nome viene chiamato
Vieni qua
Non serve sapere perché
Vieni qua
Porta soltanto quello che c’è
Questo è il punto più vivo
Dove tutto fa tum tum
Dove il nord incontra il sud
E nessuno resta più
Questo è il punto più vivo
Mani in alto giù di nuovo
Se la terra gira ancora
Questa notte gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Ogni lingua cambia il suono
Ma il battito dice: noi
Una cuoca lascia il grembiule
Per un passo mezzo sbagliato
Un avvocato molto serio
Fa qualcosa mai studiato
Due turisti senza mappa
Hanno perso la prudenza
Una coppia che litigava
Ora balla la stessa frase
C’è chi viene per curiosare
Chi domani deve partire
Chi ha promesso “solo un minuto”
Ed è ancora qui alle tre
Non importa da quale tavolo
Da quale treno o quartiere
Siamo pezzi senza istruzioni
Che funzionano tutti insieme
Vieni qua
Non devi assomigliare a me
Vieni qua
Porta il tuo modo di stare in piedi
Questo è il punto più vivo
Dove tutto fa tum tum
Dove il nord incontra il sud
E nessuno resta più
Questo è il punto più vivo
Mani in alto giù di nuovo
Se la terra gira ancora
Questa notte gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Ogni lingua cambia il suono
Ma il battito dice: noi
Dimmi come batti il tempo
Con il palmo o con il mento
Con le scarpe sul cemento
Con un fiato preso al volo
Uno due — non basta ancora
Tre quattro — viene l’aurora
Cinque sei — cambia la storia
Sette miliardi nella stessa gola
Io dico: vicino
Tutti: più vicino
Io dico: più forte
Tutti: fino al mattino
Io dico: chi siamo?
Tutti: quelli che arrivano
Io dico: dove siamo?
Tutti: dove le cose cominciano
Questo è il punto più vivo
Dove tutto fa tum tum
Dove il nord incontra il sud
E nessuno resta più
Questo è il punto più vivo
Ogni passo trova il modo
Se la terra gira ancora
Questa notte gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Non c’è un centro sulla carta
Il centro siamo noi
Uno torna verso il porto
Uno aspetta ancora il tram
La mattina prende nota
Di chi non si fermerà
Tum tum
Il centro siamo noi
Tum tum
Il centro siamo noi
CREDITS
Performer: Milo Sartini
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Run Into Summer
August Marlow
Verified Artist
August Marlow
August Marlow is a 25-year-old artist hailing from Toronto, whose music encapsulates the essence of youth and optimism. With a focus on pop, his debut track "Run Into Summer" radiates a hopeful and uplifting vibe, perfectly reflecting the playful spirit of summer. Marlow's sound is characterized by vibrant melodies and heartfelt lyrics, inviting listeners into a world where inspiration and joy intertwine seamlessly.
Though currently his catalog includes just this one track, "Run Into Summer" sets a promising tone for what is to come. Marlow's artistic identity is shaped by themes of positivity and aspiration, elements that are likely to resonate throughout his future work. As he continues to explore and expand his musical horizons, fans can anticipate a collection of songs that celebrate life's lighter moments while maintaining an authentic connection to his artistic roots.
Run Into Summer
August Marlow
You showed up late with your hair still wet
Said “don’t ask where I’ve been”
I had two cold drinks and a nervous smile
You had trouble on your skin
We left our phones in the corner booth
Ran out before the bill
You said “I know a road where the city ends”
I said “show me I will”
And I don’t know
Where this thing is going
But your hand’s in mine
And the night keeps rolling
You say my name
Like a song you’re learning
Then you pull me close
And the whole street’s turning
So let’s run into summer
Like we don’t know better
Heartbeats loud
In the hot bad weather
You and me
Getting gone together
If we fall too fast
We can blame it on forever
Run run
Into the blue
I don’t need a plan
When I’m running with you
Run run
Like lovers do
I don’t need the world
I just need one more minute with you
You kicked your shoes off by the seaside bar
Danced on the pavement line
I tried to act like I didn’t care
But I was losing my mind
You stole my cap I stole your look
We were laughing too loud
Somebody played that old guitar
And you sang to the crowd
And I don’t know
If this is a warning
But your eyes say stay
Till the blue of morning
You say my name
Like you mean it maybe
Then you smile like that
And the night goes crazy
So let’s run into summer
Like we don’t know better
Heartbeats loud
In the hot bad weather
You and me
Getting gone together
If we fall too fast
We can blame it on forever
Run run
Into the blue
I don’t need a plan
When I’m running with you
Run run
Like lovers do
I don’t need the world
I just need one more minute with you
Oh-oh-oh
One more minute with you
Oh-oh-oh
One more minute with you
**[Bridge - Half Time]**
Maybe September comes too soon
Maybe this all disappears
Maybe we’re just two hearts
Making too much noise out here
But I don’t wanna slow down
I don’t wanna be right
I just wanna keep you
For the rest of tonight
So let’s run into summer
Like we don’t know better
Heartbeats loud
In the hot bad weather
You and me
Getting gone together
If we fall too fast
We can blame it on forever
Run run
Into the blue
I don’t need a plan
When I’m running with you
Run run
Like lovers do
I don’t need the world
I just need one more minute with you
Oh-oh-oh
One more minute with you
Oh-oh-oh
Run into summer with you
CREDITS
Performer: August Marlow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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No Default Setting
Billie Arden
Verified Artist
Billie Arden
Billie Arden is an electrifying force in the modern dance-pop scene, hailing from Berlin, where her late-night writing sessions have breathed life into a catalog that pulsates with energy and emotion. With influences from funk and nu-disco, her music embodies a sleek, four-on-the-floor groove that promises to uplift spirits and get bodies moving. Tracks like "No Default Setting" showcase her confident vocal style—low and controlled in the verses, yet soaring and playful in the choruses—making each song feel like both a celebration and a personal manifesto. Through her polished production, which features tight rubbery basslines and glossy synth stabs, Arden crafts an infectious sound that captures the essence of joy and hope.
Exploring themes of authenticity and self-acceptance, Arden's lyrics reflect her determination to navigate a world that often seeks to confine individuality. While she embraces exuberance in her melodies, there's an undercurrent of defiance in tracks that challenge conventional norms and invite listeners to embrace their unique paths. Billie Arden's artistry extends beyond mere entertainment; it serves as an invitation to dance freely while celebrating one's true self, ensuring that each release resonates deeply with those seeking inspiration in both life and music.
No Default Setting
Billie Arden
Cut the feed
Leave the meter running
Hold that grin
I came with my own timing
You tried to sell me a cleaner name
With the corners sanded down
Put my laugh in a little glass case
Said “Look who’s stable now”
I don’t fit in your easy chart
I don’t land on command
There’s a tune in my crooked part
You don’t understand
Don’t fix the bend
Don’t mute the spark
I keep my rhythm
Off the mark
No default setting
I tune my own voltage
No default setting
I move when the bass gets bold
You want me simple
You want me folded
I’m not the version
That does what it’s told
No default setting
No clean reset
I’m better when I don’t behave yet
Your golden rule came overdressed
And talked like a magazine
I poured black coffee on the test
Made the paper sing
You said “Be calm be useful now”
I said “Nice little cage”
Then I took my pulse off your clock
And rewrote the page
Don’t trim the heat
Don’t square the sound
I keep my rhythm
Upside down
No default setting
I tune my own voltage
No default setting
I move when the bass gets bold
You want me simple
You want me folded
I’m not the version
That does what it’s told
No default setting
No clean reset
I’m better when I don’t behave yet
Left right
Too bright
Low kick
Uptight
Turn snap
Come back
One more
Off-track
I was never built for your manual
Never born for a numbered lane
Every time you label the motion
Something loose begins to play
Let the clean ones keep their answers
Let the smooth ones win the floor
I have trouble in my timing
And it always asks for more
No default setting
I tune my own voltage
No default setting
I move when the bass gets bold
You want me simple
You want me folded
I’m not the version
That does what it’s told
No default setting
No clean reset
I’m better when I don’t behave yet
Cut the feed
Leave it running
No default
I’m still coming
CREDITS
Performer: Billie Arden
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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HOT TRACK
Keep the Receipt, S...
Dust Motel
Verified Artist
Dust Motel
Dust Motel Static began with **Marisol “Mari” Vela**, a sharp-tongued singer and baritone guitarist raised between Tucson and a small border town where her mother ran a late-night diner. **Evan Rusk**, a quiet multi-instrumentalist and obsessive arranger from Bakersfield, had spent years repairing amplifiers, collecting discarded tape machines and writing instrumental cues for films that were never made. Mari became the face and voice of the project; Evan became the person who could turn one crooked guitar phrase into an entire record.
They met after Evan’s pickup broke down outside the diner during a summer dust storm. Mari noticed the long-scale guitar case in the truck bed, borrowed the instrument before offering any help and played the same four notes until Evan began tapping a rhythm against the counter. They spent the rest of the night recording into a battered portable machine beside the diner’s ice freezer. The resulting demo carried traffic noise, a loose refrigerator panel and an argument from the kitchen, but neither of them wanted to recreate it in a cleaner studio.
Their debut single, **“Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart,”** introduces their sound through Mari’s dry, teasing delivery, Evan’s tightly controlled rhythm section and a low melodic guitar that moves somewhere between desert noir and border-town rock. The song treats a dishonest apology like a badly fitted purchase, turning an uncomfortable conversation into a compact, playful hook. It is currently their only released track, but the duo have already made their intentions clear: Dust Motel Static prefer small details, crooked humour and memorable guitar lines over polished mythology.
Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart
Dust Motel
You parked across the hydrant
Like the law had gone to lunch
Brought six supermarket daisies
Held together with a rubber band
Said “I’ve been doing lots of thinking”
With the posture of a judge
Then set one careful “sorry”
On my counter still unopened
You pressed your palm against your chest
Like cameras filled the hall
I asked for one clean answer
You gave the director’s cut
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take the whole display with you
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
Almost true almost true
Look at you improving
You said your phone had lost its manners
Your watch was running scared
Your friends had formed a committee
And voted you unprepared
Your mother took the witness stand
Your therapist was quoted
I asked “Did you sleep with her?”
You said “The wording feels loaded”
You lowered your voice an octave
That trick you save for court
I asked where you were Tuesday
You gave the weather report
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take the whole display with you
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
No don’t kneel; the floor is clean
Don’t swear on anybody’s grave
Skip the trembling lower lip
You practiced beside the valet
I’m just taking inventory:
One key two names three hotel pens
You may keep the supermarket daisies
They’ve heard the whole defense
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take your grand performance too
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
Almost true almost true
Look at you improving
“Need a bag?”
“No he came with one”
CREDITS
Performer: Dust Motel
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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New York, I Loved You
Asha Monroex
Verified Artist
Asha Monroex
Asha Monroex, a New York native, is a self-made artist carving out her own niche in the world of Independent Pop. Best known for her hit single "New York, I Loved You," Monroex is as much a part of the city's fabric as its yellow taxis and insomniac lifestyle.
A craftswoman of melancholic melodies, Asha's artistry spirals on downbeat rhythms and swirls of synth-driven soundscapes that resonate with her heartfelt lyricism. She's the type of artist who pens her poignant prose amidst the organized chaos of her Lower East Side apartment, making her music feels as personal as being let in on a closely guarded secret.
Inherently prolific, Monroex is a master at evoking emotional responses with her emotionally charged tracks. She captures the long teary taxi rides home and 3 am heartbreak with a quiet grace and majesty that far surpasses her fellow indie pop peers. Her melodies come through not as songs, but as anthems for those who've experienced love and loss in the city that never sleeps.
Always genuine and undeniably relatable, Asha endears herself to her listeners by turning sorrow into swagger, one resonating note at a time. Her music isn't just a catalogue of songs; it's a journey through the ups and downs of life in the big city, wrapped up in a soulful pop package. And trust us, once you're on this ride, you're not going to want to get off.
New York, I Loved You
Asha Monroex
Seventh Avenue 2 AM
You had your jacket on I had nowhere to be then
Yellow cabs blurring past the rain
You said my name like it was something you wanted to keep
Rooftop views and corner store wine
You made this city feel like it was only mine
But New York doesn't stop for anyone
And neither did you when you were done
I still hear the subway underground
Every time I'm trying not to think about
The way you laughed when the lights went out
New York I loved you
But I loved him more
And he left like the L train
Through a closing door
I still got the skyline
I still got the rain
But baby loving you was my
Most beautiful pain
Brooklyn bridge on a Saturday
You took my picture like you planned to stay
I framed it hung it on the wall
Took it down in November when the leaves would fall
You were Harlem jazz at midnight
I was trying to be your home
But some men love a city
More than they'll ever love you alone
I still walk the same blocks we used to share
Turn the corner half-expecting you'd be there
(yeah…)
But the city just stares
(just stares…)
New York I loved you
But I loved him more
And he left like the L train
Through a closing door
I still got the skyline
I still got the rain
But baby loving you was my
Most beautiful pain
(most beautiful…)
This city taught me everything I know
How to hold on
(hold on)
How to let go
(let go)
How to stand in the middle of a million souls
And still feel whole
(feel whole…)
New York didn't break me
He just set the scene
(mm)
And I was never really lost
I just hadn't found me
(found me…)
(ohhhh)
New York I loved you
(loved you)
And I love me now
(now)
Traded in the heartbreak
For my own vow
(yeah)
Still got the skyline
Still got the rain
(the rain…)
And baby — that pain
Made me everything
(everything…)
mmmh…
CREDITS
Performer: Asha Monroex
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Summer Fling
Solomon Dupree
Verified Artist
Solomon Dupree
Meet Solomon Dupree, the dance sensation from Chicago shaking the Windy City with his electrifying beats. This independent artist with a contagious ‘happy’ vibe and enough swagger to spare, has a knack for turning even the gloomiest days gleaming.
Born and raised in the soulful echoes of Chicago's music scene, Solomon fell hard for the rhythm of his city. His music, an infectious blend of classic Chicago house meets modern dance pop, has a charisma that few can resist. His undeniable talent is like the Sears Tower standing tall among clusters of hut-sized talents, dominating the skyline of Chicago's indie dance scene.
His standout track "Summer Fling" brings to mind the magic of a Lake Michigan shoreline party, awash with the peach-pink hues of a Midwestern sunset. Just like the city's legendary deep-dish pizza, Solomon serves up consistent layers of rich, flavourful beats, with a prioritization on taste and quality that gives his music that extra sizzle.
Dupree's journey has been like the 'L' train, an exhilarating ride with ups, downs, and scenic views, leaving passengers (or in this case, listeners) with a joyride of memorable moments. One thing's for certain – when it comes to the dance scene in the City of Big Shoulders, Solomon Dupree is a name you simply can't miss. All aboard the Dupree express for a non-stop dance explosion!
Summer Fling
Solomon Dupree
We got a little time
Let's burn a little more
Soakin' in the sunshine
In love with the shore
And when the night falls
I get a little bored
I think of you
In a sundress (Ooh)
Dancin' with the moonlight (Ah)
Can't get enough
Let's fall in love
We're all just a summer fling
Who cares if it ends?
We're here for the ride
One last goodbye
Mm-mm
We're all just a summer fling
And even when it ends
We're here for the ride
One last goodbye
Mm-mm
Ooh
Ooh
We're all just a summer fling
Who cares if it ends?
We're here for the ride
One last goodbye
Mm-mm
We're all just a summer fling
And even when it ends
We're here for the ride
One last goodbye
Mm-mm
Ooh
Ooh
CREDITS
Performer: Solomon Dupree
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Velvet Circuits
Mara Vale
Verified Artist
Mara Vale
Mara Vale makes sleek night-drive pop with a disco pulse: live bass lines, clean rhythm guitar, warm strings, and hooks that feel lit by streetlights. Her songs balance playful movement with a bittersweet city glow, built for listeners who want groove, melody, and a little electricity under the skin.
Her sound sits between classic dance-floor craft and modern pop polish, with soulful female vocals carrying stories of late buses, rooftop coffee, open city windows, and small moments that suddenly feel cinematic. Mara Vale keeps the arrangements bright and human: tight drums, handclaps, piano stabs, and choruses designed to move without turning into a cliché.
Velvet Circuits
Mara Vale
I saw your name in the window light
spelled out backwards on a passing bus
city heat on a borrowed bike
and a little bit of trouble looking back at us
You had a laugh like a camera flash
gone too soon but it burned the room
I had a heart with a broken latch
swinging open to a silver moon
We don't need forever to feel electric
just a little voltage under the skin
You move like velvet circuits
turning all my lonely lights on again
If the night tries to sell us silence
we'll answer with a melody and grin
You move like velvet circuits
and I keep coming back to begin
Coffee cold on a rooftop stair
bassline leaking from a taxi door
You tied a ribbon in your midnight hair
said the future isn't hungry anymore
I was counting every exit sign
making maps out of ways to leave
Then you put your hand inside of mine
like a rhythm that remembered me
We don't need forever to feel electric
just a little voltage under the skin
You move like velvet circuits
turning all my lonely lights on again
If the night tries to sell us silence
we'll answer with a melody and grin
You move like velvet circuits
and I keep coming back to begin
All my static turns to motion
all my caution learns to shine
There's a pulse beneath the pavement
keeping perfect crooked time
We don't need forever to feel electric
just a little voltage under the skin
You move like velvet circuits
turning all my lonely lights on again
If the night tries to sell us silence
we'll answer with a melody and grin
You move like velvet circuits
and I keep coming back to begin
Velvet circuits in the crosswalk glow
Velvet circuits and the city knows
Velvet circuits when the morning spins
I keep coming back to begin
CREDITS
Performer: Mara Vale
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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HOT TRACK
Radio Trottoir
No Be Me
Verified Artist
No Be Me
No Be Me is an Afro-pop collective built around rhythm, mischief and stories that travel faster than facts. Their songs follow barbers, drivers, aunties, shopkeepers and accidental witnesses through everyday neighbourhood dramas, turning overheard remarks into sharp, danceable narratives. Led by a warm male storyteller and supported by four tightly arranged studio voices, the group blends Afrobeats percussion, highlife guitar, elastic bass and dry humour without relying on spectacle.
Their first single, “Radio Trottoir,” introduces a world where one careless “maybe” can acquire a wedding date, two witnesses and a catering budget before lunchtime. No Be Me treat gossip as social choreography: funny, dangerous, generous and impossible to control. Their music is polished but human, playful without becoming novelty, and rooted in the idea that the best stories rarely belong to the person who started them.
Radio Trottoir
No Be Me
Eight-oh-five by Saint Michel
Kola had a cake box under one arm
one red shoe in the other hand
He said “My aunt turns sixty”
I heard “aunt” “cake” and “Saturday”
and supplied the missing cinema myself
At Idris’ barbershop I said
“Maybe the man is getting married”
Idris did not repeat my sentence
He gave it catering witnesses
and a cousin arriving from Marseille
with three phones and firm opinions
By nine-fifteen the taxi rank knew the venue
By ten the tailor had chosen gold
By eleven Auntie Binta had named two children
Kola was still looking for candles
Who told you?
No be me
Who confirmed it?
Nobody
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
one little “maybe” took a motorbike
Dem don carry am go dem don add pepper
by lunch that man was married twice
At one he had married the mayor’s niece
At two he had bought a flat in Lisbon
At three he had left her for a singer
whose name nobody could pronounce
At four the church committee wanted answers
about a generator no one had lost
At five I tried to stop the story
That became “He knows more than he is saying”
At six my mother called me:
“Wear something decent
Apparently you are giving the speech
And bring your own chair”
I found Kola beside the pharmacy
still carrying the same red shoe
The cake was for Aunt Mariam
The shoe had fallen from her shopping bag
He stared at me for seven quiet seconds
then asked who I planned to marry
I laughed exactly once
That was my second mistake
Who told you?
No be me
Who confirmed it?
Nobody
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
one little “maybe” took a motorbike
Dem don carry am go dem don add pepper
by lunch that man was married twice
I went home to hide from the bulletin
My neighbour had prepared rice
My sister said a woman named Celeste
had accepted me on my behalf
Who is Celeste? Nobody knows
She may be a dentist
She may be in Dakar
She may have started at Idris’ second chair
My mother likes her already
She says Celeste sounds responsible
There are now two cakes in the kitchen
Neither one belongs to Kola
Wetin happen?
Ask the barber
Who start am?
No be me
Where proof dey?
It left by taxi
Can you stop am?
You fit try
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
no antenna no editor no brakes
By sunset Kola ran the ministry
by midnight I was cutting a second cake
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
every correction opens another branch
I only said “Maybe he is getting married”
Now Celeste is discussing curtains with my aunt
Kola brought the candles
My mother served the rice
Idris arrived with invitations
No be me
CREDITS
Performer: No Be Me
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Kaiser Tempo
Herr Casino
Verified Artist
Herr Casino
Herr Casino, the enigmatic artist from Vienna, effortlessly blends the vibrant worlds of dance, disco, and electronic pop. With an uplifting energy that resonates through tracks like "Kaiser Tempo" and "Disco Machiavelli," his music invites listeners to revel in moments of joy and hope. Each song showcases his playful vocal identity, characterized by a male voice that carries a sense of infectious enthusiasm, making his work perfect for both lively dance floors and introspective evenings.
Across his catalog, Herr Casino's tracks are united by their energetic beats and evocative themes. Songs like "Kaiser Tempo" radiate happiness and inspiration, while "Disco Machiavelli" explores deeper emotional landscapes, balancing loneliness with uplifting melodies. This duality reflects his artistic vision, where joyous dance music meets introspective storytelling, creating a rich tapestry of sound that captivates and engages listeners. Whether you're looking to dance or reflect, Herr Casino's music provides the perfect backdrop for a variety of moods and moments.
Kaiser Tempo
Herr Casino
Achtung
Herr Casino
Kaiser Tempo
No love story
No apology
Nur Rhythmus
He came in sharp
Black coat white face
Gold ring no name
One step two guards
Red wine fast cars
Cold smile big talk
Slow hands hard walk
Everybody said
Who is this man?
Nobody moved
Nobody ran
He smiled like a banker
Danced like a thief
Talked like a prince
With a knife in his sleeve
Kaiser Tempo
King of the room
Too much money
Not enough truth
Clickclick
Camera flash
Ticktick
Count the cash
Big talk
Small town
Lights up
Hands down
He don’t sing
He declares
He don’t love
He compares
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
He says yes
When the world says no
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Velvet shoes
And a radio soul
Ohoh
Zu spät mein Freund
Ohoh
He never goes home
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Everybody knows
But nobody knows
Hotel lobby
Three am
Same old story
New problem
Silver lighter
Foreign smoke
He tells the truth
Like it’s a joke
Listen darling
Life is a game
Change the rules
Then change your name
He signs the bill
With a fountain pen
Leaves no number
Comes back again
One hand waving
One hand cold
Too young to stop
Too rich to grow old
Clickclick
Camera flash
Ticktick
Count the cash
Big talk
Small town
Lights up
Hands down
He don’t run
He arrives
He don’t sleep
He survives
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
He says yes
When the world says no
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Velvet shoes
And a radio soul
Ohoh
Zu spät mein Freund
Ohoh
He never goes home
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Everybody knows
But nobody knows
In Vienna
They called him trouble
In Paris
They called him style
In Milan
They called him expensive
In Berlin
They just smiled
He said
Gentlemen
You can buy the ticket
But you cannot buy the entrance
Then the bass came in
Tempo
Kaiser
Tempo
Kaiser
No crown
No throne
Just a telephone
No heart
No fear
Just a mirror near
Tempo
Kaiser
Tempo
Kaiser
Talk fast
Walk slow
Never let the people know
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
He says yes
When the world says no
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Velvet shoes
And a radio soul
Ohoh
Zu spät mein Freund
Ohoh
He never goes home
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Everybody knows
But nobody knows
Achtung
The bill is paid
The room is empty
Kaiser Tempo
Has left the building
CREDITS
Performer: Herr Casino
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Lost in the Sound
Alice Scott
Verified Artist
Alice Scott
Alice Scott emerges from the vibrant streets of New York, where the pulse of the city intertwines with her soulful melodies and jazzy rhythms. Her musical journey began in the cozy corners of local cafés, where she fine-tuned her craft amidst a backdrop of eclectic sounds and intimate performances. With genres ranging from jazz to lo-fi pop and soul, Alice's catalog is a tapestry of emotional exploration, where each track resonates with the bittersweet essence of life’s fleeting moments. Songs like "Lost in the Sound" capture her reflective nature, painting vivid pictures of nostalgia and longing through poignant lyrics and lush arrangements.
Her artistic identity is a fusion of old-school charm and contemporary sensibilities, often drawing inspiration from the rich history of jazz while seamlessly incorporating modern production techniques. Alice's work invites listeners into a world where chill vibes meet deep emotional currents, making every listening experience a personal reflection. As she continues to evolve, Alice Scott remains dedicated to expressing the complexities of the human experience, crafting soundscapes that linger long after the last note fades away.
Lost in the Sound
Alice Scott
Thoughts collide as I reflect
Searching for what I can't connect
Every chord brings back your smile
But it's just an empty aisle
Time keeps moving yet I'm here
Holding on to what was dear
Words unspoken cloud my view
Moments lost but still feel you
Hey can you hear me?
I'm lost in the sound
Gripping tight can't let go
Of the warmth of you
Will I find my way through?
Every twist brings back your name
Searching for a spark to reclaim
But I breathe I choose to dance
Finding strength in every chance
Letting go of what we've known
Building paths where love has grown
Every heartbeat every sound
New stories waiting to be found
Hey can you hear me?
I'm lost in the sound
Gripping tight can't let go
Of the warmth of you
Will I find my way through?
CREDITS
Performer: Alice Scott
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Almost Beautiful
Sand Castle of Ma
Verified Artist
Sand Castle of Ma
Sand Castle of Ma is a vibrant four-member indie rock band hailing from the lush landscapes of Seattle. The group, consisting of the charismatic vocalist Eli Stratton, guitarist Finn Mercer, bassist Leo Keene, and drummer Jasper Quinn, formed in a local coffee shop where they bonded over their mutual love for music and the arts. With their diverse backgrounds and experiences, each member brings a unique flavor to the band’s collective sound, creating a harmonious blend that resonates deeply with listeners.
The band’s debut track, "Almost Beautiful," captures the essence of their style—an exploration of the complexities of beauty and imperfection. Drawing on themes of introspection and emotional depth, Sand Castle of Ma weaves together melodic guitar lines with earnest lyrics that invite listeners to reflect on their own experiences. Their sound artfully combines influences from classic rock and contemporary indie styles, allowing them to carve out a niche that feels both fresh and familiar.
As they continue to evolve, Sand Castle of Ma aims to expand their catalog with more tracks that reflect their evolving identity. The chemistry among Eli, Finn, Leo, and Jasper fuels their creativity, promising an exciting future filled with dynamic performances and heartfelt music. With a growing fanbase and a distinctive sound, they are quickly becoming a notable presence on the indie rock scene.
Almost Beautiful
Sand Castle of Ma
Yeah
Almost beautiful
You left your shadow
On the passenger side
Like a quiet ending
At a red street light
I kept the moment
But I lost the weight
Of waiting for something
That was already late
Now days feel lighter
When the hope runs out
I hear my own voice
A little less loud
And I don’t hate you
That takes too much room
I just stopped turning
The sky into you
Maybe we were young
Maybe we were tired
Maybe love got lost
Somewhere in the wires
I don’t need a reason
I don’t need a sign
I just need tonight
To feel like mine
It was almost beautiful
Almost good enough
Almost like a movie
Almost like love
We were almost honest
Almost made it through
Almost had forever
Then forever moved
And I’m not broken
I’m just new
It was almost beautiful
Losing you
Oh-oh
Almost beautiful
Oh-oh
Almost beautiful
I saw your name
On a screen last night
It didn’t hurt me
Like I thought it might
Just a small old feeling
Passing through
Like a song from a car
That never stops for you
I walked for hours
Under changing signs
No big confession
No perfect line
Just a quiet freedom
I never planned
Like letting go
Without using my hands
Maybe we were close
Maybe we were blind
Maybe love looks better
From the other side
I don’t need an answer
I don’t need a fight
I just need my heart
To sleep tonight
It was almost beautiful
Almost good enough
Almost like a movie
Almost like love
We were almost honest
Almost made it through
Almost had forever
Then forever moved
And I’m not broken
I’m just new
It was almost beautiful
Losing you
I won’t call it wasted
I won’t call it wrong
Some people are chapters
That read too long
I won’t make you guilty
I won’t make me small
We were almost something
And that’s something after all
Almost beautiful
Almost true
Almost everything
I wanted with you
Almost beautiful
Almost gone
I can still remember
But I can move on
It was almost beautiful
Almost good enough
Almost like a movie
Almost like love
We were almost honest
Almost made it through
Almost had forever
Then forever moved
And I’m not broken
I’m just new
It was almost beautiful
Losing you
Oh-oh
Almost beautiful
Oh-oh
Almost beautiful
Mm
Almost beautiful
Losing you
CREDITS
Performer: Sand Castle of Ma
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Paper Cup Summer
Mirov Saint
Verified Artist
Mirov Saint
Meet Mirov Saint, everyone's favorite disco-spinning, beat-making connoisseur of all that is musical and funky. Hailing from a place as elusive as his name suggests, this maestro reigns from the far-flung utopia we like to call Saint Petersburg, crafting soundtracks that make our everyday lives feel like an enchanted fairy tale.
This genteel DJ, signed to Filodyo—shout out to them for recognising raw talent—works nightclub miracles, turning songs into disco-infused enchantments. His pièce de résistance? A cabaret dance cover of Romeo Vane's "Kiss Me When I'm Lying", of course. Because who needs a prince charming when you've got Mirov Saint remixing your life soundtrack?
Behind the decks, he becomes this alchemy wizard, transforming every beat into disco-gold, infusing happiness in every note. Take a gander at Mirov's Spotify. You'll think you've been transported to a Moscow underground disco in the 70s—a place where anxiety is unknown, and the mood is perpetually “Happy”.
So there you have it, folks. Mirov Saint, living proof that disco isn't dead, it's just been chilling in Saint Petersburg, waiting for one wizardly DJ to mix it back to life.
Paper Cup Summer
Mirov Saint
You left your scarf on my chair
Cheap red thread and summer air
I still fold it by the door
Like you might come back for more
And I know I know
It was never clean
But your name
Still shakes the seams
Paper cup summer
You still taste like that
Paper cup summer
Gone fast came back
I keep one small match
For the dark you made
Paper cup summer
Won't fade won't fade
Bus stop rain on your shoes
You laughed like you had bad news
In the park under the trees
You said "Don't make a promise to me"
And I know I know
We were shaking hard
Two wild hearts
In a borrowed car
Paper cup summer
You still taste like that
Paper cup summer
Gone fast came back
I keep one small match
For the dark you made
Paper cup summer
Won't fade won't fade
Now the corner store's closed early
The peach gum on your sleeve still hurts me
If I call would you hear my voice?
Or just the noise just the noise
Paper cup summer
You still taste like that
Paper cup summer
Gone fast came back
I keep one small match
For the dark you made
Paper cup summer
Won't fade won't fade
CREDITS
Performer: Mirov Saint
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Wake Up, Gary
Wrong Floor Cinema
Verified Artist
Wrong Floor Cinema
Wrong Floor Cinema is a four-piece alternative rock band formed in 2025 by Orson Vell, Marlow Pin, Crispin Dayrate, and Niles Weatherby. The group came together through a series of badly organized rehearsal-room bookings, after repeatedly being assigned the same basement studio by mistake. They kept the name Wrong Floor Cinema because it matched their shared taste for overlooked places, awkward situations, and things that feel slightly out of sequence.
Their music blends sharp pop-punk guitars, dry spoken-sung vocals, clipped rhythms, melodic bass lines, and an offbeat sense of humor. Although their sound draws heavily from 1990s alternative rock, they avoid straightforward nostalgia, mixing that influence with modern production, restrained arrangements, and lyrics built around mundane frustrations, social discomfort, bad timing, and small personal disasters.
Orson handles vocals and rhythm guitar, Marlow plays lead guitar, Crispin plays bass, and Niles is on drums. Together, they have built a reputation for tightly controlled live performances that still feel unpredictable, balancing catchy melodies with deadpan delivery and a slightly detached stage presence. Wrong Floor Cinema sounds like a band that arrived late, entered through the wrong door, and decided to stay anyway.
Wake Up, Gary
Wrong Floor Cinema
Gary’s got a corkboard on the bedroom wall
Red strings running from the big to the small
Says the moon’s a movie on a giant screen
“NASA hired Stanley back in ‘69” he’s keen
Won’t eat cereal with a barcode line
Reads expiration dates like secret signs
Says the pigeons blink in binary
Then whispers “Buddy… they’re watching me”
Every answer needs another question
Every fact becomes a new obsession
Wake up Gary what did you find?
Another secret hidden in your mind?
Lizard kings and laser skies
Birds with government eyes
Wake up Gary take a day off please
Not everything’s a global mystery
Maybe life is just… okay
But don’t tell Gary anyway
He says Elvis orders food at night
Bigfoot’s blurry on purpose right?
Paul was switched back in ‘64
“Look at the eyebrows!” — he’s got thirty more
Area Fifty-One’s a holiday camp
Atlantis powers every desk lamp
Chemtrails spell my middle name
And squirrels? “Yeah… they’re in the game”
Every headline proves his theory
Coffee makes him documentary
Wake up Gary what did you find?
Another secret hidden in your mind?
Lizard kings and laser skies
Birds with government eyes
Wake up Gary take a day off please
Not everything’s a global mystery
Maybe life is just… okay
But don’t tell Gary anyway
Yesterday he called at half past two
Said “I’ve got something huge for you!”
I held my breath… this must be big…
“They changed the shape… of Pringles lids”
…
He wasn’t joking
Wake up Gary what did you find?
Another rabbit hole to pass the time?
Flat Earth aliens secret files
He can talk for seventeen miles
Wake up Gary you’re one of a kind
You make conspiracy sound sublime
If the truth comes out one day
We’ll let Gary say “I told you mate!”
CREDITS
Performer: Wrong Floor Cinema
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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No Replay
Mara Vey
Verified Artist
Mara Vey
Mara Vey is a pop and electronic vocalist whose songs pair clear melodic writing with sleek dance production and emotionally direct storytelling. Her sound moves between modern dance-pop, refined house rhythms and intimate electronic textures, giving reflective themes an immediate radio-ready lift.
She writes about self-respect, changing patterns and the private decisions that reshape everyday life. Rather than turning heartbreak into spectacle, Mara focuses on the moment a person chooses clarity, sets a boundary and keeps moving.
“No Replay” captures that approach through a warm deep-house pulse, precise female vocals and a chorus built around leaving the past where it belongs. Its confident energy balances emotional honesty with a polished, forward-moving groove.
Mara Vey’s music is designed for late drives, crowded rooms and solitary resets alike—melodic, clean and direct, with hooks that stay memorable without losing their meaning.
No Replay
Mara Vey
One more message then I let it go
No hard feelings just a different road
You send a question past a quarter two
I read it twice but I already knew
We kept a habit long beyond its use
Now every answer feels like an excuse
I don't need a perfect ending
I just need a line that's true
No replay no replay
We can leave it where it changed
No replay no replay
I won't trade my peace for yesterday
Keep the good release the weight
No replay no replay
No no no replay
No no no replay
Friends keep asking if I miss the sound
I miss who I was when you came around
But missing isn't an instruction now
I know the exit and I know it counts
I don't need a perfect ending
I just need a line that's true
No replay no replay
We can leave it where it changed
No replay no replay
I won't trade my peace for yesterday
Keep the good release the weight
No replay no replay
Maybe closure isn't something said
Maybe it's the choice to step ahead
No villain no score no debt to pay
Just two people choosing separate ways
No replay no replay
We can leave it where it changed
No replay no replay
I won't trade my peace for yesterday
Keep the good release the weight
No replay no replay
No hard feelings no replay
I choose peace and walk away
CREDITS
Performer: Mara Vey
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Pieces Of Tomorrow
Glass Orchard
Verified Artist
Glass Orchard
Glass Orchard: underdogs from Iceland's burgeoning musical arena, who've taken indie beats and songwriting to a whole new Frosty level. Headed by a commanding male lead supported by a dynamic duo of keyboardists, they're melting all sorts of icy musical conventions.
Born under the northern lights of Reykjavik, they're often joked as the "fruity version" of Sigur Rós. Our main man pulls emotional threads like a seasoned weaver, belting out raw, hearty verses that contrast blissfully against the soft twinkling of the keyboards, played by our male-female dynamic duo. And boy, do they peel back the layers!
Their most noteworthy track, "Pieces of Tomorrow", tantalizingly teeters between radio-friendly pop and their native avant-garde sound. It’s like biting into an enchanted apple; filled with textured layers of auditory delight. Get ready to chomp down to get a taste of the future through their fresh, clairvoyant tunes.
Once you've had a bite of Glass Orchard, you'll understand why Iceland's not just famous for their geysers and quirky mayor. Much like their namesake, they reflect a myriad of perspectives under one musical roof. Sweet, tangy, and reliably crisp, Glass Orchard’s music serves us delicious pieces of tomorrow, today.
Pieces Of Tomorrow
Glass Orchard
I remember
Little pieces
Little pieces
Of tomorrow
I woke up in a moving city
With your message on my phone
Saying nothing lasts forever
But I hate the word alone
There were faces in the window
There were names I couldn’t place
I was dancing through the morning
Trying not to see your face
I don’t wanna fall back
I don’t wanna fade out
I don’t wanna stand still
Waiting for the same sound
If the night is broken
Let the beat repair it
If my heart is open
I’m not scared to wear it
Piece by piece
I come alive
Little lights
Inside my mind
Beat by beat
I feel the fire
You were gone
But I got higher
Piece by piece
I’m not the same
I lost you once
But found my name
Oh-oh-oh
I come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
Come alive
Come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
Come alive
Come alive
Little pieces
Of tomorrow
I kept walking through the static
With my shadow next to me
Every heartbreak has a rhythm
If you let the body breathe
I was more than what you left with
More than tears on bathroom tiles
Now the bassline pulls me forward
And I’m learning how to smile
I don’t wanna fall back
I don’t wanna fade out
I don’t wanna stand still
Waiting for the same sound
If the night is broken
Let the beat repair it
If my heart is open
I’m not scared to wear it
Piece by piece
I come alive
Little lights
Inside my mind
Beat by beat
I feel the fire
You were gone
But I got higher
Piece by piece
I’m not the same
I lost you once
But found my name
Oh-oh-oh
I come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
Maybe love is not a place
Maybe home can change its shape
Maybe all the things we lose
Turn into another way
I don’t need the past to call
I don’t need the door unlocked
I can be the one who breaks
And still becomes the song
Piece by piece
I come alive
Little lights
Inside my mind
Beat by beat
I feel the fire
You were gone
But I got higher
Piece by piece
I’m not the same
I lost you once
But found my name
Oh-oh-oh
I come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
I remember
Little pieces
Little pieces
Of tomorrow
Piece by piece
I come alive
CREDITS
Performer: Glass Orchard
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Call Me Expensive
Fonx Prime
Verified Artist
Fonx Prime
Fonx Prime is an emerging artist from London, known for his infectious blend of funk and pop that captures the vibrancy of the city’s music scene. Currently honing his craft as a conservatoire student, Fonx brings a youthful exuberance to his work, drawing inspiration from both classic influences and contemporary trends. His debut track "Call Me Expensive" showcases this dynamic approach, effortlessly merging upbeat rhythms with playful lyrics that resonate with themes of hope and confidence.
With a sound that is both energetic and uplifting, Fonx's music invites listeners into a world where joy is paramount. Each composition reflects his ability to create engaging melodies that linger in the mind long after the last note fades. Beyond the lively grooves of "Call Me Expensive," future releases are expected to expand upon this tapestry, exploring the interplay between funk-driven beats and pop sensibilities while maintaining an overall sense of optimism.
Fonx Prime’s artistic identity is rooted in authenticity, as he embraces his journey with sincerity and passion. His music not only serves as a reflection of his personal experiences but also invites audiences to celebrate life’s moments of happiness and playfulness. As he continues to develop his catalog, Fonx aims to connect with fans through relatable themes and an infectious energy that encourages everyone to embrace their individuality.
Call Me Expensive
Fonx Prime
Ow
Mm
Don’t act cheap with my heart
You got style
But you talk too much
You got taste
But you rush too much
I don’t need
A golden key
I just need
You next to me
No long speech
No big parade
Just that look
That you can’t fake
You say maybe
I say no
Pick a side
Or let me go
I’m not hard to love
I’m hard to fool
You play so sweet
But I know you
If you want my time
Spend it right
Don’t bring drama
To my Friday night
Call me expensive
Call me too much
Call me whenever
You need real love
Call me electric
Call me your type
Call me before you
Change your mind
You don’t need money
You need attention
I don’t want diamonds
I want intention
Call me expensive
Baby that’s fine
Cheap talk never
Gets my time
You wear cool
Like a second skin
But I see nerves
When I walk in
You try smooth
I try honest
You want games
I want promise
Don’t send flowers
Send the truth
I got better
Things to do
You say maybe
I say please
Don’t waste rhythm
On your knees
I’m not hard to love
I’m hard to fool
You play so sweet
But I know you
If you want my time
Spend it right
Don’t bring drama
To my Friday night
Call me expensive
Call me too much
Call me whenever
You need real love
Call me electric
Call me your type
Call me before you
Change your mind
You don’t need money
You need attention
I don’t want diamonds
I want intention
Call me expensive
Baby that’s fine
Cheap talk never
Gets my time
Less conversation
More dedication
Less explanation
More demonstration
I don’t need perfect
I don’t need rich
I need somebody
Who knows what this is
Say it cleaner
Stand up straighter
Love me now
Or miss me later
Call me expensive
Call me too much
Call me whenever
You need real love
Call me electric
Call me your type
Call me before you
Change your mind
You don’t need money
You need attention
I don’t want diamonds
I want intention
Call me expensive
Baby that’s fine
Cheap talk never
Gets my time
Ow
Don’t act cheap with my heart
Call me expensive
That’s a good start
CREDITS
Performer: Fonx Prime
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Open Circuit
Mira Cade
Open Circuit
Mira Cade
I kept each feeling under glass
A private rule from years gone past
You saw the lock you did not push
You gave me room to choose enough
Now every reason feels too old
I want a life I do not hold
One honest move one steady start
A simple route from heart to heart
Open circuit let it run
No more hiding what we want
Every signal coming clear
I choose trust I choose you here
Open circuit no disguise
Read the answer from my eyes
We can let connection start
One direct route heart to heart
You kept your plans behind a grin
Afraid that I would not step near
But caution only served the past
We have a chance to make this last
Now every reason feels too old
We want a life we do not hold
One honest move one steady start
A simple route from heart to heart
Open circuit let it run
No more hiding what we want
Every signal coming clear
I choose trust I choose you here
Open circuit no disguise
Read the answer from my eyes
We can let connection start
One direct route heart to heart
No locked reply no coded test
We say the need and give our best
If fear returns we name it fast
Then choose what matters choose what lasts
Open circuit let it run
No more hiding what we want
Every signal coming clear
I choose trust I choose you here
Open circuit no disguise
Read the answer from my eyes
We can let connection start
One direct route heart to heart
CREDITS
Performer: Mira Cade
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Disco Machiavelli (...
Herr Casino
Verified Artist
Herr Casino
Herr Casino, the enigmatic artist from Vienna, effortlessly blends the vibrant worlds of dance, disco, and electronic pop. With an uplifting energy that resonates through tracks like "Kaiser Tempo" and "Disco Machiavelli," his music invites listeners to revel in moments of joy and hope. Each song showcases his playful vocal identity, characterized by a male voice that carries a sense of infectious enthusiasm, making his work perfect for both lively dance floors and introspective evenings.
Across his catalog, Herr Casino's tracks are united by their energetic beats and evocative themes. Songs like "Kaiser Tempo" radiate happiness and inspiration, while "Disco Machiavelli" explores deeper emotional landscapes, balancing loneliness with uplifting melodies. This duality reflects his artistic vision, where joyous dance music meets introspective storytelling, creating a rich tapestry of sound that captivates and engages listeners. Whether you're looking to dance or reflect, Herr Casino's music provides the perfect backdrop for a variety of moods and moments.
Disco Machiavelli (ft Miss Voltage)
Herr Casino
Ladies and gentlemen
From Vienna to Miami
From the palace to the party
They call him
Disco Machiavelli
Not a prince
Not a saint
Just trouble in a velvet jacket
He walks in late with a golden cane
White silk shirt and a champagne stain
Everybody knows but nobody tells
He buys bad luck and sells it well
Midnight phone no caller ID
Three black cars on a one-way street
He says “my dear don’t follow the rules”
Then disappears by the swimming pool
He’s got the city on a string
He makes the mirror wanna sing
Too much charm too much heat
Dancing like a scandal in the street
Disco Machiavelli
Oh-oh he’s ready
Heart so heavy
But the beat so steady
Disco Machiavelli
Ciao baby ciao
Everybody wants him
Nobody knows how
Machiavelli
Machiavelli
Nicht so schnell mein Freund
She met him once at the Hotel Noir
Red wine smile and a stolen car
He said “love is politics darling you’ll see”
Then left her name on the balcony
Velvet gloves dangerous plans
Kissing rings on invisible hands
He don’t dance he negotiates
With the DJ and the city gates
He’s got the night under control
Silver shoes and a borrowed soul
Too much style too much speed
Living like the headline of the week
Disco Machiavelli
Oh-oh he’s ready
Heart so heavy
But the beat so steady
Disco Machiavelli
Ciao baby ciao
Everybody wants him
Nobody knows how
Signorina
Listen carefully
Power is a dance floor
And everybody pays entry
He said it with a smile
Then he vanished in the bassline
Machiavelli
Machiavelli
Dance with the devil
But dress like heaven
Machiavelli
Machiavelli
Too much drama
Too much leather
Disco Machiavelli
Oh-oh he’s ready
Heart so heavy
But the beat so steady
Disco Machiavelli
Ciao baby ciao
Everybody wants him
Nobody knows how
Disco Machiavelli
Oh-oh he’s ready
Velvet panic
Television confetti
Disco Machiavelli
Ciao baby ciao
He was here for a minute
He’s a legend now
From Vienna to Miami
From the palace to the party
Disco Machiavelli
Ciao baby ciao
CREDITS
Performer: Herr Casino
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Halfway Honest
Rowan Grey
Verified Artist
Rowan Grey
Rowan Grey is an alternative R&B pop singer whose work resonates with emotional authenticity and sonic warmth. Known for his close-miked vocal style, Rowan's agile phrasing and subtle falsetto add layers of complexity to his music. His track "Halfway Honest" exemplifies his unique ability to weave together minimal Rhodes chords, rounded bass lines, and delicate nylon guitar details while incorporating subtle electronic textures that create a rich listening experience.
The themes of trust and honesty run deeply through Rowan's songwriting. He explores the bittersweet nature of relationships, balancing moments of vulnerability with hints of hopefulness amid sadness. Each track he releases invites listeners into an intimate space where they can reflect on their own experiences, making his music relatable and profound. The emotionally charged lyrics paired with minimalist production allow Rowan's voice to shine, creating a connection that lingers long after the music fades.
Collaborating with producer Hakan E., Rowan has carved out a distinctive sound marked by its lush instrumentation and poignant storytelling. His catalog, though still blossoming, reflects a commitment to crafting songs that speak to the human experience, engaging with feelings that are often left unspoken. As he continues to develop his artistry, Rowan Grey aims to leave an indelible mark on the independent music scene, inviting audiences to join him on this heartfelt exploration of life and love.
Halfway Honest
Rowan Grey
I told you enough to calm your doubt
Left every harder detail out
Called it mercy called it care
But truth with holes is still unfair
You read my face before my words
Knew every answer had been curved
I kept the facts at arm's length
Then watched that distance take our strength
I cannot ask for trust again
Without admitting where I bent
I was halfway honest
That means halfway gone
I gave you selected pieces
Then asked you to hold on
I was halfway honest
You deserved the whole
No more careful versions
No more edited soul
I made excuses sound so clean
Kept my fault behind a screen
Said I wanted us to heal
While I hid what you could feel
You never asked for perfect proof
Only one complete hard truth
So here it is without defense
I broke our bond with half events
I cannot ask for trust again
Without admitting where I bent
I was halfway honest
That means halfway gone
I gave you selected pieces
Then asked you to hold on
I was halfway honest
You deserved the whole
No more careful versions
No more edited soul
If you leave I understand
If you stay I change my stand
Either way this much is true
I will not hide myself from you
I was halfway honest
That means halfway gone
I gave you selected pieces
Then asked you to hold on
I was halfway honest
You deserved the whole
Now you get the full truth
No more edited soul
CREDITS
Performer: Rowan Grey
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
