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Paper Crown
Sera Knox
Verified Artist
Sera Knox
Sera Knox is an electrifying force in the alternative pop landscape, merging her powerful vocals with a compelling electropop sound. Known for her poised low-register verses that lead into soaring upper-register choruses, Sera’s music features dry punchy drums, rubbery synth bass, and angular guitar lines. Her debut track, "Paper Crown," exemplifies her knack for crafting bold melodic hooks that resonate with listeners while delivering sharp and self-aware lyrics. Each element of her production is layered with artistry, creating a sound that is both modern and timeless.
Thematically, Sera’s work revolves around independence and self-worth, often reflecting a conscious rejection of superficial public approval. In "Paper Crown," she encapsulates this sentiment perfectly, using a vibrant sonic palette to convey her triumph over societal expectations. The energetic mood of her songs invites listeners to embrace their individuality and draw strength from within. Her artistic vision is characterized by a blend of electronic influences and traditional pop sensibilities, allowing her to explore complex emotions through a catchy and engaging framework.
As Sera Knox continues to carve out her niche within the notFM HEAT Music Universe, her catalog promises to grow with more tracks that embody her distinctive style. Fans can expect a consistently uplifting listening experience that motivates them to celebrate their uniqueness, making each release a testament to self-empowerment. With her sharp art-pop details, Sera's music remains an invitation to step away from empty status symbols and embrace genuine self-expression.
Paper Crown
Sera Knox
You gave me praise with borrowed words
A polished smile for every turn
A front-row seat a painted name
A perfect pose a hollow game
I learned the rules I played my part
Held every cue against my heart
Then one small crack became a door
I do not need that stage anymore
Keep your medals keep your throne
I can build a life my own
Paper crown let it fall
It was never worth it all
Every cheer became a chain
Every win required my name
Paper crown hit the ground
Hear that honest simple sound
I step out I stand tall
You can keep your paper crown
You sold applause as if it cared
Counted every room I shared
Made my value fit a chart
Turned a person to a part
I know success can still be kind
When I decide what counts as mine
No public score no velvet rope
Can own my nerve or price my hope
Keep your medals keep your throne
I can build a life my own
Paper crown let it fall
It was never worth it all
Every cheer became a chain
Every win required my name
Paper crown hit the ground
Hear that honest simple sound
I step out I stand tall
You can keep your paper crown
I do not need a room to rise
I do not need their measured eyes
My worth survives without a vote
That is the line I choose to hold
Paper crown let it fall
It was never worth it all
Every cheer became a chain
Every win required my name
Paper crown hit the ground
Hear that honest simple sound
I step out I stand tall
You can keep your paper crown
CREDITS
Performer: Sera Knox
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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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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Calor De Junio (ft ...
Rio Vane
Verified Artist
Rio Vane
With a name like Rio Vane, you could only expect a backstory as steamy and vibrant as the city itself. He is a self-made, independent dance artist that ignites the music stage with an energy so potent it could power Miami's nightlife for a calendar year.
Vane emerged from modest beginnings, the son of a pizza maker family in the sultry heart of Miami—delivering not only the finest pies but also a flair for Latin dance music since his youth. You could say the rhythm coursed through his veins, or that he sweated salsa beats instead of conventional teenage angst. Either way, his childhood was a simmering paella of musical influences that later shaped his unique sound.
"Calor De Junio (ft Zuri)", one of his most notable tracks, pulsates with rowdy beats and sultry rhythms that would make even the most reluctant wallflower throw some shapes. It's akin to being caught in a storm—clouds thick with his rich vocals, lightning strikes of dance beats, and downpours of sultry Latin rhythms—it's cathartic, climatic, and a hell of a dance workout.
When Vane isn't lighting up the dance scene, you'll find him scribbling beats on pizza boxes or sharing his demos with Hakan E. from Filodyo. It's through these humble endeavours that he landed the opportunity to share his musical creations with Not FM and the world. The magic of Rio Vane lies not just with his infectious sounds but that he is as spicy, whimsical, and intense as the Miami city he hails from. To listen to his music is to lose yourself in the rhythm, embrace the heat, and move with the beat. As they say in Miami, 'dale!'
Calor De Junio (ft Zuri)
Rio Vane
Yeah
Rio Vane
Zuri Vanta
not FM in the mix
Filodyo
Summer starts right here
Ay
Turn it up turn it up
We outside tonight
Calor de junio
You already know
You came through with the sun on your shoulder
New dress old smile little bit closer
City too hot but you make it colder
When you move like that I lose control yeah
Got your friends in the backseat singing
Windows down whole boulevard listening
No plans just a night worth living
One look and the whole thing switching
Don’t say forever
Just say tonight
Meet me where the music
Touches the sky
I got that feeling
You got that fire
One more step and we’re dancing
Past desire
Calor de junio
Body like a radio
Turn me up don’t let me go
Baila baila slow
Calor de junio
Sunset on your stereo
One kiss and we lose control
Baila baila oh
Ay ay ay
Don’t cool me down
Ay ay ay
Summer starts now
Gold chain white tee you know the story
But you don’t move like the boys before me
You talk sweet but your eyes say more things
I might stay if the night keeps calling
No drama no pressure no questions
Just rhythm bare feet good intentions
If this is trouble I like the direction
You and me look good in reflection
Don’t say forever
Just say tonight
Meet me where the music
Touches the sky
You got that feeling
I got that fire
One more step and we’re dancing
Past desire
Calor de junio
Body like a radio
Turn me up don’t let me go
Baila baila slow
Calor de junio
Sunset on your stereo
One kiss and we lose control
Baila baila oh
Ay ay ay
Don’t cool me down
Ay ay ay
Summer starts now
She don’t need a ticket she’s the destination
He don’t need a reason just imagination
Palm trees moving like they know our names
If we disappear don’t put out the flame
Not tomorrow
Not too late
Right now right here
Let the summer wait
not FM
Filodyo
Zuri tell ’em
Ay ay ay
Move it like the heat is talking
Ay ay ay
No more waiting no more stopping
Calor de junio
Body like a radio
Turn me up don’t let me go
Baila baila slow
Calor de junio
Sunset on your stereo
One kiss and we lose control
Baila baila oh
Calor de junio
Body like a radio
Turn me up don’t let me go
Baila baila slow
Calor de junio
Sunset on your stereo
One kiss and we lose control
Baila baila oh
Ay ay ay
Don’t cool me down
notFM
Filodyo
Summer starts now
CREDITS
Performer: Rio Vane
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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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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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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
© 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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Desert Frequency
Alia Bergen
Verified Artist
Alia Bergen
Alia Bergen, an emerging name in the vibrant dance music scene of Amsterdam, weaves together elements of house and electronic with a distinctly intimate touch. With her warm analog bass lines and punchy kick patterns, Alia invites listeners into her sonic world, where airy vocals dance over lush stereo pads and subtle piano stabs create an enveloping atmosphere. Her latest track, "Desert Frequency," embodies this spirit, coupling hopeful and playful themes with evolving textures that pulse with life. The organic darbuka grooves layered beneath modern house rhythms add a unique rhythmic complexity that sets her apart.
Hailing from a background steeped in musical exploration, Alia began her journey by collaborating with local musicians who shared her passion for combining traditional sounds with contemporary beats. Their initial meetings at open mic nights sparked a creative partnership that would lead to the formation of her solo project. Each track in her catalog, including future releases poised to build on the success of "Desert Frequency," explores themes of connection and intimacy, often capturing fleeting moments with poetic lyricism that resonates deeply with her audience.
In Alia's music, every sound serves a purpose—whether it's the shimmering plucks that evoke a sense of wonder or the playful slaps that drive the energy forward. Her ability to blend sensuality with inspiration creates an inviting landscape for listeners, making them feel as if they are part of an unfolding narrative. As she continues to develop her craft and refine her artistic identity, Alia Bergen remains committed to producing tracks that inspire joy and connection through rhythm and melody.
Desert Frequency
Alia Bergen
Glass on the shoreline
Silver on skin
The night keeps folding
As the rhythm pulls us in
Every street is breathing slower
Windows shimmer then disappear
You don't have to say forever
You're already here
One more step
One more spark
One more pulse across the dark
No destination
Only motion
Floating where the bass begins
Higher
Take me where the skyline bends
Higher
Nothing has to make sense
We move
Like the tide beneath the light
Higher
Till tomorrow loses sight
Dust rises softly
Under every heel
Ancient echoes
Wrapped in something new and real
Hands cut circles through the silence
Every heartbeat shifts its place
No one owns this second
No one leaves a trace
The air keeps turning
Round and round
Every shadow finds a sound
No gravity
No history
Just the rhythm underneath
We don't chase the sunrise
We become the color
One breath
One horizon
Nothing louder
Higher
Lift the night above the ground
Higher
Feel the silence singing loud
We move
Where the desert meets the sea
Higher
You and the frequency
Higher
Only the frequency
CREDITS
Performer: Alia Bergen
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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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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Secondhand Alibi
Romeo Vane
Verified Artist
Romeo Vane
"Romeo Vane: at the ripe age of 25, this American pop-rock comet is shooting across the Alternative universe, spreading hope with doses of edgy authenticity. Born and bred in the sonic heartland of the Windy City, he’s a Chicagoan with an unapologetic knack for compelling narratives and an obsession for truth.
Whether it's life's sharp corners or the soft bruises of love, Romeo Vane's got a knack for rolling them into tunes that blend breezy alt-rock melodies with the raw, gritty flavor of pop. His stage name isn't for show; Romeo comes with a romantic bravado that'd make Shakespeare blush, and the barbed tongue of a true Windy City native. Just tune into "Kiss Me When I'm Lying" - it's less of a song, more a rollercoaster ride through hope, heartbreak, and hilariously serious self-deprecation.
Despite his youth, he's seen more than enough of life's ups and downs, packaging the human experience into easily digestible nuggets of melodic wisdom. Romeo Vane’s music is the kind that makes you call your ex at 2 a.m., cry a little, laugh a lot, and still believe in the dream of a better dawn. Now, how's that for a self-made, alternative songwriter from the city that never sleeps?"
Secondhand Alibi
Romeo Vane
I found it in a Sunday ad
Between a sofa and a wedding band
“Barely used no questions asked”
The seller wore a borrowed name
He said it worked on jealous hearts
On hotel clerks and parking guards
I paid in cash he wished me luck
Then vanished before the light changed
I practiced every detail
The hour the street the rain
But truth has lousy manners
It keeps interrupting names
I bought a secondhand alibi
Cheap enough to fit my life
It worked until you asked me twice
Now every version sounds like mine
I bought a secondhand alibi
With someone else’s reasons inside
The story held the timing died
Now every version sounds like mine
I said the train was running late
You knew that line from ’98
I blamed a man I’d never met
You said “At least invent him well”
I moved the evening half an hour
Changed the bar replaced the car
By then the lie had better shoes
And more ambition than the truth
I gave it dates and weather
A witness and a scar
You watched me build the ceiling
Then asked where the foundations are
I bought a secondhand alibi
Cheap enough to fit my life
It worked until you asked me twice
Now every version sounds like mine
I bought a secondhand alibi
With someone else’s reasons inside
The story held the timing died
Now every version sounds like mine
Mine on Monday
Mine by five
Mine when I need
Someone else to survive
The seller called at 2:13
Said “That excuse belongs to me”
I told him he could have it back
He laughed and said “You made it yours”
You poured your drink into the sink
Not angry almost entertained
You said “The worst part isn’t this
It’s how rehearsed you look in pain”
So here’s the part I didn’t buy
No clever date no useful guy
I stayed because I liked the risk
I left because you noticed it
No missing train no broken phone
No nameless friend to take the blame
I wanted two incompatible things
And called confusion by your name
I bought a secondhand alibi
Cheap enough to fit my life
It worked until you asked me why
Now every version sounds like mine
I bought a secondhand alibi
But guilt was never in the price
Keep the story keep the night
Every version sounds like mine
The truth was sitting in the car
Patient as an unpaid fare
I opened up the passenger door
It said “You took your time”
CREDITS
Performer: Romeo Vane
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Glass Rain
Liora Venn
Verified Artist
Liora Venn
Liora Venn makes melodic deep house for late rooms, wet windows and the small hours when city lights start to feel personal. Her sound is built around warm analog bass, airy pads and restrained piano motifs, with vocals that move like a memory rather than a spotlight.
Glass Rain captures that world clearly: intimate, nocturnal and quietly hypnotic, balancing club pulse with a melancholy human center. Venn's music avoids oversized drops in favor of atmosphere, motion and emotional detail.
Glass Rain
Liora Venn
I saw your face in the glass rain
Sliding down the window line
City lights were losing color
But your shadow still found mine
You said nothing lasts forever
Like forever was a crime
I kept counting every silence
Like it might give back the time
We don't have to call it love
We don't have to name the fire
Just stay close enough tonight
To feel the wire
If the morning takes you
Let it take you slow
Leave a little echo
Where the blue lights glow
I'll be moving through the glass rain
With your heartbeat in the floor
Every street becomes an ocean
Every door becomes your door
We were never made for answers
Only signals in the dark
Two lost satellites turning
Round the same electric spark
We don't have to call it love
We don't have to name the fire
Just stay close enough tonight
To feel the wire
If the morning takes you
Let it take you slow
Leave a little echo
Where the blue lights glow
And if the night forgets us
I will still know
How your voice became the rhythm
Under everything below
If the morning takes you
Let it take you slow
Leave a little echo
Where the blue lights glow
CREDITS
Performer: Liora Venn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Still Standing (ft ...
Elijah Cross
Verified Artist
Elijah Cross
Fall in love with Toronto's resident heartbreaker, Elijah Cross. This unstoppable force in the dance music scene is as dangerously addictive as she is undeniably talented.
Born and raised in Toronto's pulsating cityscape, Cross is a savvy economics graduate inexplicably drawn to pounding beats and mind-bending synths. More likely to be found penning lyrics in a dance club than crunching numbers in a boardroom, she swiftly swapped graphs for grooves with an irresistible grin.
"Still Standing (ft. Nadia)" is not just a notable Elijah Cross track—it's an anthem, an assertion of undying resilience, wrapped in electrifying rhythm. With this song, Cross invites her listeners into the throbbing heart of the dance floor—showing us that, in the face of adversity, we can still let our bodies go wild to a beat.
Infusing her dance tracks with a healthy dose of romance, Elijah Cross’s music will make your heart race and your feet tap uncontrollably. Lovers of the dance genre, beware: one listen and you'll find yourself Cross'd for life.
Still Standing (ft Nadia)
Elijah Cross
I used to leave the light on by the door
Kept your coffee warm like I had before
But you were always somewhere else in your mind
Left me talking to a ghost wasting my time
Folded all your lies like they were clean clothes
Put 'em in a drawer that's how this thing goes
I cried in the shower so you wouldn't hear
Now I don't even need to — baby I'm clear
I gave you rivers you gave me drought
Spent so long wondering what love's about
But the woman in the mirror finally spoke
Said "baby you're the fire — he was just smoke"
I'm not broken I'm just done
(yeah yeah)
I was the moon you were blocking my sun
(mmh)
You thought leaving me would make me fall apart
(uh uh)
Boy you left — but you didn't take my heart
No you didn't take my heart
(ohhh)
I see you now when you walk through the room
Different energy like you shed the gloom
I won't pretend that I don't feel the weight
Of every choice I made a little too late
(background whisper: "too late… too late…")
You were patient like a Sunday in June
I was reckless chased a different tune
And now I'm standing here on the outside damn
Watching you become everything you planned
She gave me rivers I gave her drought
Now I'm the one standing here in doubt
And the man in the mirror finally broke
Said "she was the fire — you were just smoke"
I'm not broken I'm just done
(let it go let it go)
I was the moon you were blocking my sun
(mmh yeah)
You thought leaving me would make me fall apart
(never that)
Boy you left — but you didn't take my heart
You didn't take my heart
(no no no…)
There were nights I almost called
(almost…)
Fingers on your name then I'd stall
(stall…)
But every time I stopped myself I grew
(grew…)
Into someone I love more than I loved you
(bass begins to swell)
More than I loved you
(mmh)
More — than — I — loved — you
(yeah)
I'm not broken I'm just new
(just new just new)
Everything I lost was just a clue
(clue ohhh)
You thought leaving me would dim my light
(can't dim this)
Boy you left —
(he left)
And baby I ignite
(I ignite I ignite)
I ig-nite
(ohhhh)
Mmmmh…
(still standing…)
Still standing
CREDITS
Performer: Elijah Cross
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Railroad Shoes
Ted Clayton
Verified Artist
Ted Clayton
Ted Clayton is a Seattle-based solo artist whose music captures the grit and heart of urban life through a blues rock lens. Drawing inspiration from the late-night writing sessions in his cramped apartment, he channels raw, introspective narratives into his tracks. His latest offering, "Railroad Shoes," encapsulates a feeling of longing and resilience, featuring a close-mic baritone that weaves through a backdrop of slide guitar fills and the warmth of an upright bass. Ted’s sound is marked by its chill yet playful essence, offering a dynamic lift during choruses that invites listeners to feel both the weight of hard luck and the lightness of hope.
With an emerging catalog that reflects his artistic evolution, Ted's passion for storytelling shines in tracks like "Dusty Roads" and "Midnight Train." Each song presents a vivid scene, rich with imagery of everyday struggles and personal triumphs. The atmospheric production—characterized by tremolo electric guitar and hints of bathroom ambience—serves as an emotional landscape for his lyrics, which explore the complexities of life with sincerity. As he carves out his sonic identity, Ted Clayton continues to resonate deeply with those who find beauty in the imperfections of their own journeys.
Railroad Shoes
Ted Clayton
I woke up cold on Pine Street floor
Boots by the door but I can't walk no more
Got a hole in my pocket a hole in my plan
And that old train dust still on my hands
Mama said boy keep your head held high
But the rain hit hard and it blurred my eye
I pawned my watch for a little cash
Now I'm counting change and I burn it fast
Ain't it a shame
How the hard days call my name
I keep on moving slow
But I can't let it show
These railroad shoes
Keep me moving through
These railroad shoes
Lord they seen me through
When the road runs mean
And the night cuts loose
I keep on walking
In my railroad shoes
There’s a bar down low with a dented sign
One busted lamp and a crooked line
I sat in the back where the hurt folks go
Let the jukebox cry let the whole room know
Ain't it a shame
How the hard days call my name
I keep on moving slow
But I can't let it show
These railroad shoes
Keep me moving through
These railroad shoes
Lord they seen me through
When the road runs mean
And the night cuts loose
I keep on walking
In my railroad shoes
If the river rises I won't drown
I'll kick that mud till I wear it down
One more mile one more bend
I was born to leave but I come back again
These railroad shoes
Keep me moving through
These railroad shoes
Lord they seen me through
When the road runs mean
And the night cuts loose
I keep on walking
In my railroad shoes
CREDITS
Performer: Ted Clayton
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Borrowed Cutlery
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.
Borrowed Cutlery
Asha Monroex
You came in late
With a theory about forks and fate
I kept my coat
You said my silence needed one more note
Your drink went warm
While you described your personal reform
I changed my mind
Halfway through a sentence you redesigned
Too neat
You make good manners sound incomplete
Too sure
You diagnose the waiter and the furniture
Give me the crooked part
The bit that never learned to behave
Skip the polished start
I’d rather hear what you forgot to save
Don’t make it beautiful
Make it useful for a minute or two
Something disputable
Something that could only come from you
The bass moved first
You called it elegant then called it cursed
I missed the beat
You drew a diagram across the receipt
Your mouth said “fine”
Your eyebrows filed an appeal against mine
The plates were cleared
But somehow your complaint just reappeared
One step
Then a paragraph with nothing left
Two sips
And now we’re arguing about eclipse
No script
Just brass behaving badly at the hip
Give me the crooked part
The bit that never learned to behave
Skip the polished start
I’d rather hear what you forgot to save
Don’t make it beautiful
Make it useful for a minute or two
Something disputable
Something that could only come from you
You want a verdict
I brought a question with no proper ending
You want precision
I brought a rhythm that resents explaining
Call it defective
Call it a habit with excellent shoes
Call it selective
I call it knowing what not to refuse
Stay odd
Let all the tidy couples blame the odds
Stay sharp
Keep one good insult hidden after dark
Give me the crooked part
The one you never put on display
No ceremonial heart
No careful phrase rehearsed on the way
Keep it improbable
Keep it a little too clever to prove
Almost impossible
But still with enough nerve left to move
You took the spoon
I took the story
Fair enough
You looked less boring
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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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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City of Us (ft Kairo)
Zion Vale
Verified Artist
Zion Vale
Seismic, fresh, and ready to take the pop world by storm, Zion Vale is the windswept prodigy hailing from Manhattan's electric heartbeat. Illuminating the shadows of Indy Pop with a voice that sways between whispers and roars, Zion is the authentic, soul-penetrating force you didn’t know you were waiting for.
Kicking it back to their school days, Zion crossed paths with the musically gifted Kairo. What started as simple shared detention notes evolved into a collaborative crescendo—culminating in their standout track "City of Us". This song is Zion's self-proclaimed love letter to their city—a hopeful anthem designed to unite, inspire, and get stuck on repeat in your head.
Against a backdrop of sizzling city nights, Zion's brand of Pop - potent, playful, and undeniably infectious - has been getting Manhattan's less-grimy gutters humming. Imagine if Jupiter and Mars got together to jam: that's the level of celestial meeting of the minds we're talking about here, people.
With a charismatic blend of lyrical genius, Zion Vale is set to redefine what it means to be an independent artist. So keep one ear to the ground, because Zion is about to drop the beat that echoes the 'City of Us' and, trust us, you don't want to miss it.
City of Us (ft Kairo)
Zion Vale
Concrete and dreams underneath my feet
Grew up on these blocks where the cold and the warm meet
Didn't have much but I had this view
Rooftops and water towers skies painted blue
This city raised me made me who I am
Every subway line running through my veins
And I've been down I've been lost in these streets
But every time I fell this city caught me
(mm)
New York New York
I was made from your bones
Every scar on this city
Is a scar that I own
I have loved I have lost
On these streets made of stone
But I always — always
Find my way home
Harlem nights had nothing but a name
Told myself either make it or make it no game
Penthouse dreams from a fire escape view
This city don't love you till you prove something true
I've seen men fold under all this weight
But New York only opens up for those who wait
And I've been cold sleeping on ambition
But this city turned my hunger into vision
(yeah)
New York New York
We were made from your bones
Every scar on this city
Is a scar that we own
We have loved we have lost
On these streets made of stone
But we always — always
Find our way home
(ohhh yeah)
(home…)
They say the city never sleeps
(never sleeps)
But I've seen it quiet
At 4 AM when even the brave weep
(weep…)
And still — the lights stay on
(lights stay on)
And still — we carry on
(carry on…)
Because this city chose us
As much as we chose it
(mm)
Every broken dream here
Still has fire in it
(fire…)
(ohhhh)
New York New York
We were made from your bones
Every scar on this city
Is a scar that we own
(own it)
We have loved we have lost
On these streets made of stone
(these streets)
But we always — always
(always)
Find our way
(find our way)
Home
(HOME)
(ohhhhh)
New York…
(mm)
You never let me go
(never…)
And I never wanted you to
(fade)
CREDITS
Performer: Zion Vale
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Margin of Error
Susan Hall
Verified Artist
Susan Hall
Susan Hall emerges from the vibrant backdrop of New York City, where late-night writing sessions fuel her introspective explorations into the human experience. Infusing elements of Lo-Fi, Pop, and Trip-Hop, Susan crafts soundscapes that oscillate between playful and melancholic. Her track "Margin of Error" encapsulates this duality, featuring smoky vocals layered over a pulsating sub-bass and ethereal Fender Rhodes chords. With a penchant for the poetic, her lyrics explore themes of longing and uncertainty, often wrapped in an enigmatic embrace that resonates deeply with listeners.
The sonic threads within her catalog weave together a compelling narrative, each track a reflection of her artistic identity marked by subtle contrasts. From the dark trip-hop influences that shape her beats to the epic yet intimate moods she conjures, Susan's music reveals a world where vulnerability meets resilience. With tracks like "Margin of Error," she invites audiences to navigate through the shadows of love and loss while offering an unexpected playfulness that lingers long after the last note fades.
Margin of Error
Susan Hall
You filed my name under maybe
Kept one hand near delete
Your sentences came pre-approved
Every promise wore a barcode
I read the terms across your face
A firm refusal dressed as grace
You kept my number off the page
Then called it love at your own rate
I learned the cost of being near
A private charge renewed each year
Your figures never could align
You changed the units every time
You took the sum removed the source
Then called the damage normal loss
Call me your margin of error
The number you round to zero
You kept me close to the ledger
But never part of the total
Call me your margin of error
Your almost your after your spare
I won’t be filed under maybe
I won’t be useful then erased
You wore affection like a pass
Valid until somebody asked
My place was marked with pencil lead
Easy to alter hard to read
You built a room from access codes
The door unlocked when you chose
I left the key beside your name
No final speech no claim to blame
Your figures never could align
You changed the units every time
You took the sum removed the source
Then called the damage normal loss
Call me your margin of error
The number you round to zero
You kept me close to the ledger
But never part of the total
Call me your margin of error
Your almost your after your spare
I won’t be filed under maybe
I won’t be useful then erased
I was never hard to measure
You preferred uncertain scales
A person turned to useful data
A pulse reduced to monthly sales
Now every digit has an owner
Every loss can state its cause
You can keep your perfect record
I have left your private laws
Call me your margin of error
The number you rounded to zero
You kept me close to the ledger
But never part of the total
Call me your margin of error
The flaw that refused to behave
Cross out the file marked as maybe
I won’t be useful then erased
Delete my name from your system
The error has learned its own weight
CREDITS
Performer: Susan Hall
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Left Me Dancing
Velvet Tax
Verified Artist
Velvet Tax
Velvet Tax is a young female singer hailing from Poland, infusing her music with a vibrant sense of self and personal narrative. With her single "Left Me Dancing," she introduces listeners to her raw, emotive vocal style that draws from her life experiences and the complexities of modern relationships. Her approach to songwriting is deeply personal, often blending introspection with relatable themes, which resonates well with a diverse audience seeking authenticity in music.
Although her catalog currently features only "Left Me Dancing," Velvet Tax's artistry hints at a promising evolution. With the ability to weave intricate melodies and poignant lyrics, she creates a sonic landscape that reflects both melancholy and joy. This duality sets the stage for future projects that are likely to explore various moods and genres, showcasing her versatility as an artist. Each subsequent track is anticipated to build upon the foundation laid by this debut, further enriching her identity as a musician.
As Velvet continues to develop her sound and expand her repertoire, her potential for growth is evident. Whether through collaborations with fellow artists or exploring different musical styles, she is poised to make a significant mark within the independent music scene. With every new release, fans can expect her captivating storytelling and expressive vocals to flourish even more, inviting them along on her artistic journey.
Left Me Dancing
Velvet Tax
You left me crying
But I came back dancing
Mm
I came back dancing
You took the keys
But not the door
You took your coat
But not the storm
I kept the dress
You never liked
Put on my heels
And killed the lights
You thought I’d call
You thought I’d break
You thought my heart
Would learn your name
But I found myself
At half past two
In a crowded room
Not missing you
I let the mirror see me
With my makeup running
Then I wiped it clean
Like I saw you coming
You were the lesson
I was the flame
You left the woman
But she changed her name
You left me lonely
Left me hurting
Left me standing in the rain
Now I’m moving
Now I’m burning
Now I’m dancing through the pain
You don’t get to hold me
When I’m finally free
You don’t get the old me
She don’t answer for me
You left me crying
But I came back dancing
You left me dying
But I came back dancing
Da-da-da-dancing
I came back dancing
Da-da-da-dancing
I came back dancing
I saw your friends
They looked surprised
Like I should hide
Like I should cry
I smiled so sweet
They looked away
I guess revenge
Can wear a face
No angry texts
No midnight scene
No begging you
To come to me
I changed the song
I changed the room
I changed the girl
Who waited for you
I let the mirror see me
With my heart wide open
Then I sewed it up
With a little gold thread
You were the reason
I hit the ground
But I’m the reason
I’m rising now
You left me lonely
Left me hurting
Left me standing in the rain
Now I’m moving
Now I’m burning
Now I’m dancing through the pain
You don’t get to hold me
When I’m finally free
You don’t get the old me
She don’t answer for me
You left me crying
But I came back dancing
You left me dying
But I came back dancing
Da-da-da-dancing
I came back dancing
Da-da-da-dancing
I came back dancing
I was a house with the windows open
You were the match in a careless hand
I was the girl who kept forgiving
Now I’m the woman you can’t command
I don’t hate you
That’s too easy
I don’t need you
That’s the twist
I don’t want you
To come save me
I just want you
To see this
You left me lonely
Left me hurting
Left me standing in the rain
Now I’m moving
Now I’m burning
Now I’m dancing through the pain
You don’t get to hold me
When I’m finally free
You don’t get the old me
She don’t answer for me
You left me crying
But I came back dancing
You left me dying
But I came back dancing
You left me lonely
But I came back shining
You left me broken
But I came back diamond
You left me crying
But I came back dancing
Da-da-da-dancing
I came back dancing
CREDITS
Performer: Velvet Tax
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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