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Les Petites Choses ...
Mina Cazal

Verified Verified Artist

Mina Cazal
Mina Cazal is a French pop singer and songwriter known for turning ordinary days into sharply observed little stories. Her songs move through missed buses, supermarket queues, unfinished conversations and small domestic disasters, finding humor in moments most people barely notice. Instead of writing about perfect romances or dramatic escapes, she focuses on the strange comedy of simply getting through the day.

Raised between Lyon and the southern town of Sète, Mina grew up around theatre rehearsals, second-hand records and long family dinners where everyone spoke at once. She began writing songs as miniature scenes, combining conversational French lyrics with bright basslines, playful keyboards and understated dance-pop rhythms. Her vocal style is expressive and intimate, often shifting between singing, speaking and half-smiling observations.

Her music feels polished but never overly controlled. Beneath the cheerful arrangements, there is always a trace of fatigue, doubt or quiet affection for imperfect people. Mina Cazal writes pop songs for listeners who lose their keys, forget why they entered a shop and still manage to make something memorable out of the day.
Track(s)
Les Petites Choses de Travers 378 03:04

Les Petites Choses de Travers

Mina Cazal


Sept heures douze le réveil insiste
Je négocie encore quatre minutes
Le chat me regarde comme une huissière
Il connaît déjà toutes mes excuses

Une chaussette noire une chaussette bleue
Je déclare que c’est volontaire
Le pain a brûlé pendant que je lisais
Un message marqué « très prioritaire »

Dans l’ascenseur Madame Lefèvre
Me raconte son ficus malade
Je hoche la tête avec gravité
Comme une spécialiste des salades

J’avais prévu d’être impeccable
Organisée presque admirable
Mais le mardi connaît mon adresse
Et vient toujours semer le désordre

La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un bus raté des pâtes trop cuites
Un grand discours dans ma tête
Puis « oui bien sûr » quand on m’invite

La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Mais franchement tant mieux peut-être
Je perds mes clés je gagne une histoire
Et ça suffit pour tenir debout

À dix heures trente réunion d’équipe
Quelqu’un partage trente-six tableaux
Je dessine un poisson sur mon carnet
Il a l’air plus compétent que nous

À midi Sonia commande léger
Puis vole la moitié de mes frites
Elle dit : « Ça ne compte pas vraiment
Quand ça vient de l’assiette d’une copine »

Le serveur oublie mon dessert
Je décide que c’est philosophique
Certaines choses arrivent en retard
D’autres jamais et c’est très pratique

J’avais prévu d’être raisonnable
De répondre vite d’être joignable
Mais mon téléphone tombe à trois pour cent
Et soudain le monde se débrouille

La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un bus raté des pâtes trop cuites
Un grand discours dans ma tête
Puis « oui bien sûr » quand on m’invite

La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Mais franchement tant mieux peut-être
Je perds mes clés je gagne une histoire
Et ça suffit pour tenir debout

Dix-neuf heures six petite supérette
Je prends du lait des tomates du savon
Je repars avec un ananas
Et sans aucune explication

Le caissier demande si j’ai la carte
Je réponds oui puis cherche longtemps
Derrière moi personne ne soupire
C’est probablement un miracle local

Chez moi je cuisine en musique
Le chat refuse toute participation
Je mange debout près de l’évier
Comme une reine sans administration

On nous apprend les grandes décisions
Les beaux départs les lendemains utiles
Mais personne ne parle assez souvent
Du bonheur discret d’annuler un dîner

D’enlever ses chaussures trop tôt
De rire seule pour une phrase idiote
De trouver au fond d’un vieux sac
Le bonbon qu’on croyait disparu

La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un rendez-vous puis une autre route
Une mauvaise journée bien racontée
Devient presque une journée réussie

La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Et c’est peut-être tout son talent
Je ferme les volets je laisse la vaisselle
Demain fera mieux… ou différemment

Minuit vingt-deux le réveil est prêt
Je promets d’être sérieuse demain
Le chat me regarde sans rien dire
Il connaît déjà très bien la fin

CREDITS
Performer: Mina Cazal
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.
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Left Me Dancing
Velvet Tax

Verified 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.
Track(s)
Left Me Dancing 48471 04:28

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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Bad At Fractions
Ayvenn

Verified Verified Artist

Ayvenn
Ayvenn was born and raised in Clearwater Heights, a quiet hillside town in Georgia where music wasn’t just background noise — it was how people coped, celebrated, and remembered. From Sunday gospel choirs to late-night Latin radio, the sounds around him shaped a boy who rarely spoke, but always listened. In silence, he learned to interpret the world. And when he began writing lyrics, it wasn’t about performance — it was about decoding feelings he couldn’t name.

Fusing Pop and R&B with understated Latin textures, Ayvenn crafts music that feels more like film than formula. His voice is warm, restrained, and precise — a narrator of emotional undercurrents rather than explosions. Each track unfolds slowly, deliberately, like memories coming into focus. There’s clarity in his subtlety, weight in his pauses.

His breakout song, “All for One Y.” was born from an unexpected connection. Hakan E — the mind behind Filodyo, known for his instinct in spotting rare talent — reached out after hearing early demos from Ayvenn. He sent a short message and a concept: “This isn’t a love song. It’s a math problem.” That idea resonated deeply. To Ayvenn, the X’s weren’t just variables — they were past mistakes, unanswered questions, the people he couldn’t quite hold onto. And the “Y”? The reason he kept trying.

Ayvenn recorded the song in a single late-night session, layering vocals with surgical attention, pulling tension from silence, and shaping each detail until it echoed with something intimate and real. To Solve for Y isn’t just a debut — it’s an internal dialogue turned outward, crafted for anyone who’s ever tried to explain a feeling they didn’t fully understand.

Now, Ayvenn is building a sound that’s emotionally meticulous, sonically immersive, and unmistakably his own. Every track is a quiet revelation. Every heartbreak, every wrong turn — part of the formula. And somewhere, at the end of it, is the answer. Always her.
Track(s)
Bad At Fractions 1049 03:41
All for One Y. 363719 04:18

Bad At Fractions

Ayvenn


You walked in counting every step
I lost track somewhere near your hips
You said “Baby keep it logical”
Then moved like logic didn’t exist

My drink was ninety-nine percent
Cool confidence and one percent fear
You leaned in close changed every sum
Now nothing adds up over here

I tried to draw a straight line
You turned it to a curve
I calculated all night
Still got what I deserve

I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
You take half then take the rest
My heart keeps doing multiplication
Every time you move like that

One plus one should make it simple
But with you the rules collapse
I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
So take all of me—do the math
*(Do the math baby)*
Take all of me—do the math
*(Uno dos—bring it back)*

You got a rhythm like a riddle
Every answer starts a fight
Your waist keeps changing the percentage
Of the chances I act right

I brought a list of good decisions
You divided every plan
Now my balance is suspicious
And my patience left the band

I tried to keep it even
You raised it to a ten
I checked the calculation
Then did it all again

I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
You take half then take the rest
My heart keeps doing multiplication
Every time you move like that

One plus one should make it simple
But with you the rules collapse
I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
So take all of me—do the math
*(Do the math baby)*
Take all of me—do the math
*(Uno dos—bring it back)*

You say “How much?”
*(All of it)*
I say “Too much”
*(Not enough)*
You say “Count it”
I lose my place
When that rhythm hits the bass

You say “How much?”
*(All of it)*
I say “Too much”
*(Not enough)*
No remainder no return
Let the whole equation burn

Square root round hips
Quick clap slow kiss
I know numbers I know facts
But you make two plus two misbehave like that

Left turn three steps
No sleep no regrets
Every theory that I had
Falls apart when you do that

*(Ay ay—do that)*
*(Otra vez—do that)*

**[Final Chorus]**
I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
You take half then take the rest
My heart keeps doing multiplication
Every time you move like that

One plus one should make it simple
But with you the rules collapse
I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
So take all of me—do the math

*(Do the math baby)*
Take all of me—do the math
*(Uno dos—bring it back)*
No remainder no looking back
Take all of me—do the math

CREDITS
Performer: Ayvenn
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.
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Margin of Error
Susan Hall

Verified 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.
Track(s)
Margin of Error 58825 04:57

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.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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Window Light After ...
Mara Vale

Verified 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.
Track(s)
Window Light After Eight 793 04:37
Velvet Circuits 3693 03:54

Window Light After Eight

Mara Vale


The shutters lean half-open
On a street rinsed clean by rain
A receipt curls in my pocket
Like it wants to speak your name

Glass shelves hold the evening
Silver bracelets folded blue
Someone laughs by the mirrors
Then the echo thins to two

I keep the counter glowing
Soft enough to let you stay
Every little hour slows down
When the day unpins its gray

Window light after eight
Moves across the polished floor
Nothing loud nothing late
Just the bell above the door
If you come in from the weather
With your collar turned against the air
I'll be humming with the register
Like I knew you'd find me there

Elevator doors are breathing
In the mall across the square
Mannequins wear patient faces
Under amber fitting-room glare

There is music in the hangers
When they slide along the rail
Tiny moons in every button
Tiny ships in every sale

I keep the counter glowing
Soft enough to let you stay
Every little hour slows down
When the day unpins its gray

Window light after eight
Moves across the polished floor
Nothing loud nothing late
Just the bell above the door
If you come in from the weather
With your collar turned against the air
I'll be humming with the register
Like I knew you'd find me there

We don't have to call it waiting
We can call it closing slow
Let the streetlights choose the colors
Let the last few customers go

Window light after eight
A quiet gold along the door
Nothing loud nothing late
Just a rhythm asking for more
If you come in from the weather
With your collar turned against the air
I'll be humming with the register
Like I knew you'd find me there

CREDITS
Performer: Mara Vale
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.
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City of Us (ft Kairo)
Zion Vale

Verified 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.
Track(s)
City of Us (ft Kairo) 58409 05:04

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.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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Sin Pedir Perdon
Gitana Renata

Verified Verified Artist

Gitana Renata
Gitana Renata is a multifaceted artist whose work is deeply rooted in her Spanish heritage. Born and raised in a vibrant community steeped in cultural traditions, Gitana’s music captures the essence of her background while simultaneously exploring contemporary themes. With her solo track "Sin Pedir Perdon," she showcases an ability to weave the emotional richness of her ancestry into modern sounds, creating a bridge between past and present.

Her artistry is characterized by a seamless blend of rhythms, melodies, and heartfelt lyrics that resonate with listeners on multiple levels. Though "Sin Pedir Perdon" is her only currently available track, it serves as a strong introduction to her style, hinting at the potential for a diverse catalog that may include influences ranging from flamenco to pop. Gitana’s vocal identity is marked by its emotional depth, allowing her to convey complex sentiments with sincerity and passion.

As Gitana Renata continues to develop her musical repertoire, audiences can anticipate a collection of songs that reflect not only her personal journey but also the universal themes of love, resilience, and cultural pride. Each upcoming release promises to further explore the intersections of her heritage and modern musical landscapes, making her an artist to watch in the evolving independent music scene.
Track(s)
Sin Pedir Perdon 37257 03:24

Sin Pedir Perdon

Gitana Renata


Yeah
No voy a llorar por ti
Not tonight
No

Me llamas tarde
I let it ring
Ya no me compras
With anything

Tenías mi tiempo
Tenías mi voz
Now you get silence
Cuando digo adiós

No soy la misma
You knew before
Cerré tu puerta
Without a war

Mira mi cara
Mira bien
Perdiste todo
Por no querer

I gave you chances
Una dos tres
Now I move different
No vuelvo otra vez

No estoy dolida
Estoy mejor
I changed the number
And the color

Sin pedir perdón
I dance on my own
Ya no me rompes
Ya no me tienes

Sin pedir perdón
I’m good when I’m gone
Tú me perdiste
Baby you’ll feel it

No no no
No me llames amor
No no no
Ya cambió la canción

Sin pedir perdón
I dance on my own
Ya no me rompes
Ya no me tienes

Tu foto sigue
But not with me
Me veo más fuerte
Since I got free

No busco drama
No busco show
Si preguntan por mí
Tell them I glow

Tengo mis planes
Tengo mi paz
Tú fuiste casi
But never enough

I don’t do revenge
I don’t do regret
Solo camino
Y tú no estás

I gave you chances
Una dos tres
Now I move different
No vuelvo otra vez

No estoy dolida
Estoy mejor
I changed the number
And the color

Sin pedir perdón
I dance on my own
Ya no me rompes
Ya no me tienes

Sin pedir perdón
I’m good when I’m gone
Tú me perdiste
Baby you’ll feel it

No no no
No me llames amor
No no no
Ya cambió la canción

Sin pedir perdón
I dance on my own
Ya no me rompes
Ya no me tienes

No quiero flores
No quiero explanation
You had my heart
You missed the location

No necesito
Tu versión
I got my body
Back on control

Si tú me ves
Don’t come too close
I’m not your girl
Ya se acabó

Sin pedir perdón
I dance on my own
Ya no me rompes
Ya no me tienes

Sin pedir perdón
I’m good when I’m gone
Tú me perdiste
Baby you’ll feel it

No no no
No me llames amor
No no no
Ya cambió la canción

Sin pedir perdón
I dance on my own
Ya no me rompes
Ya no me tienes

No voy a llorar por ti
Not tonight
Sin pedir perdón

CREDITS
Performer: Gitana Renata
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.
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Call Me Expensive
Fonx Prime

Verified 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.
Track(s)
Call Me Expensive 41690 03:32

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.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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Weekend Escape
BPM Off

Verified Verified Artist

BPM Off
Hailing from the vibrant streets of Barcelona, BPM Off is a disco club band that ignites every dance floor with their effervescent energy and uplifting grooves. Formed during late-night writing sessions that often spilled into the early hours, the band members—Ella, Leo, and Max—drew inspiration from both the city’s pulsating nightlife and the rich tapestry of local music scenes. Their sound is a kaleidoscope of dance, disco, and pop, designed to make listeners feel alive and connected through shared rhythm and joy.

The band's catalog is an exploration of euphoria, perfectly exemplified in tracks like "Weekend Escape." With an infectious blend of playful melodies and heartfelt lyrics, each song invites fans to feel the rhythm rise and embrace the energy flowing through their bodies. Themes of unity and celebration resonate throughout their music, encouraging everyone to break free from daily routines and ignite the night with abandon. The mix of mixed vocals enhances the dynamic charm of BPM Off, allowing every member's strengths to shine through, while also creating a harmonious blend that feels both nostalgic and fresh.

BPM Off thrives on shaping experiences through music. Their live performances are a testament to this ethos, transforming venues into spaces where strangers become friends under the flickering lights. With hopes pinned on crafting a joyful auditory landscape, they aim not just to entertain but also to forge lasting connections among their audience. As they continue to evolve with each new release, BPM Off remains committed to weaving intricate stories delivered by vibrant beats, ensuring that every moment spent with their music is indeed a reason to celebrate life together.
Track(s)
Weekend Escape 42116 03:04

Weekend Escape

BPM Off


Feel the rhythm rise let’s ignite the night

Energy flowing let’s break the mold
Grooving to the beat it’s a story to be told
With every heartbeat we’re alive and in sync
Let the music guide us let it take us to the brink

Hands up high ready for the flight
This is our moment we’re reaching new heights

Weekend escape let it unfold
Living for today let the good times roll
Laughing and dancing that’s how we sway
Rhythm of now we’ll find our way

Every sound resonates let the night ignite
With friends all around everything feels right
As the evening flows let our stories blend
In this joyful chaos there’s no need to pretend

I’m on the backbeat sneakers on the floor
Phone in my pocket still I want one more
Bass hit hard got the room in a wave
No acting no script just the moves that we save
Skippin’ past stress like it’s paint on the tile
Two-step quick laugh been a while since we smiled
From the booth to the hallway passing that spark
We don’t need a spotlight to light up the dark

Come a little closer share the joy we found
Together we’ll create a magic sound

Weekend escape let it unfold
Living for today let the good times roll
Laughing and dancing that’s how we sway
Rhythm of now we’ll find our way
Weekend escape feel it in your core
This is our moment let the music soar

Let the music soar

CREDITS
Performer: BPM Off
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.
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The Fridge Is Takin...
Funny Harry

Verified Verified Artist

Funny Harry
Hailing from the vibrant streets of Copenhagen, Funny Harry has carved out a distinctive niche in the alternative pop scene, effortlessly blending whimsical narratives with thought-provoking themes. With a catalog that includes tracks like "The Fridge Is Taking Her Side," Harry's music embodies an eclectic mix of calmness and playful mystery. The lyrics often dance around the mundane, transforming everyday objects and interactions into poignant reflections on loneliness and connection. This creative alchemy was born in the city's cozy cafes, where Harry first collaborated with friends from art school, merging their diverse influences to create a sound that feels both fresh and deeply familiar.

As Harry continues to evolve, each track reveals layers of emotional resonance and sonic experimentation. The interplay of light and shadow is masterfully executed, inviting listeners into a world where the ordinary becomes extraordinary. With an approach characterized by introspective storytelling and innovative arrangements, Funny Harry captures fleeting moments of life through a kaleidoscope of calm melodies and vibrant rhythms. Whether exploring themes of melancholy or stitching together playful anecdotes, the artist leaves an indelible mark on the listener, inviting them to embrace the mystery hidden within everyday experiences.
Track(s)
The Fridge Is Taking Her Side 17845 02:52

The Fridge Is Taking Her Side

Funny Harry


At 2:17 the refrigerator cleared its throat
I said “Don’t start”
It started

The kettle only sings for one
The toaster burns my alibis
Your coffee cup is upside down
Like it has closed its little eyes

I bought a cactus for morale
It quit on Tuesday night
The landlord says the pipes are fine
The fridge is taking your side

Every appliance has an opinion
Every opinion sounds like you
The freezer hums through cross-examination
I plead the fifth and eat for two

The washer handed back one sock
As proof I can’t be trusted
The vacuum found your silver hoop
Then parked itself disgusted

I tried to cook that thing you liked
The smoke alarm performed the lead
I took a bow it took the battery
A fair review I must concede

“Did you call her?”
No

“Will you call her?”
No

“Are you lying?”
Next question

“Who are you talking to?”
The refrigerator

Every appliance has an opinion
Even the clock has joined in too
The freezer hums for the prosecution
And I still cook enough for two

Your note is folded under pears
I read it only when they spoil
The final line says “Please be well”
As if well came wrapped in foil

At dawn the motor settles down
The whole flat loses its nerve
I almost miss our little war
Then hear the ice tray say one word:

“Call”

Mind your own business

At 2:18 it cleared its throat again
I moved it three inches from the wall
We are no longer speaking

CREDITS
Performer: Funny Harry
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.
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Wake Up, Gary
Wrong Floor Cinema

Verified 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.
Track(s)
Wake Up, Gary 58429 03:28
Never On The Line 32542 02:48
The Man Who Sold the Rain 33616 02:42

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.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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Bad Good Timing
Mirror Talk

Verified Verified Artist

Mirror Talk
Emerging from the vibrant scene of New York City, Mirror Talk is a dynamic trio that blends infectious pop melodies with an unmistakable energy. Comprised of three talented individuals—Jalen, Marcus, and Theo—their creative chemistry shines through in every track they produce. With their latest release, "Bad Good Timing," they exemplify a sound that is both playful and reflective, inviting listeners to explore the dualities of life through catchy hooks and engaging lyrics.

The music of Mirror Talk encapsulates a wide array of themes that resonate deeply with their audience. Their songs often delve into the complexities of relationships and personal growth, capturing moments of joy and introspection alike. Each track builds on the last, creating a cohesive narrative that speaks to the experiences of young people navigating love and life. The trio's ability to infuse fun into serious topics makes their work relatable, ensuring that listeners can't help but dance while contemplating life’s ups and downs.

As they continue to evolve as artists, Mirror Talk is establishing itself as a formidable presence in the independent music landscape. Their collective commitment to authenticity and connection shines through not just in "Bad Good Timing," but also in their broader catalog. With each release, they promise more vibrant melodies and clever storytelling that keeps fans eagerly anticipating what comes next.
Track(s)
Bad Good Timing 53090 03:52

Bad Good Timing

Mirror Talk


Mm
Bad good timing
That’s what you are

You walk past me
With a half smile
Like you know trouble
Got a new style

I say nothing
You say my name
Now every old rule
Feels out of frame

You got rhythm
With no big move
I got questions
I can’t prove

One small look
One sharp turn
Now my whole chest
Has to learn

I was doing fine
I was staying clear
Then you came close
And changed my year

No big drama
No grand design
Just your hand
Almost touching mine

Bad good timing
Wrong right feeling
I don’t want it
But I need it

Bad good timing
Too real to hide
You got me dancing
On my good side

I say no
Then I lean closer
I act cool
Then it takes over

Bad good timing
Wrong right feeling
I don’t want it
But I need it

You don’t promise
You don’t pretend
You just make trouble
Feel like a friend

There’s a song playing
From a passing car
You move once
And I know where we are

Not too sweet
Not too serious
Something about you
Gets dangerous

I was careful
I was composed
Now my good sense
Leaves when you’re close

I was doing fine
I was staying clear
Then you came close
And changed my year

No big drama
No grand design
Just your hand
Almost touching mine

Bad good timing
Wrong right feeling
I don’t want it
But I need it

Bad good timing
Too real to hide
You got me dancing
On my good side

I say no
Then I lean closer
I act cool
Then it takes over

Bad good timing
Wrong right feeling
I don’t want it
But I need it

Maybe this is simple
Maybe this is not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe I forgot

How to keep distance
How to stay wise
How to tell my body
Not to take your side

You don’t have to save me
You don’t have to stay
Just don’t look at me
That particular way

[Final Chorus]
Bad good timing
Wrong right feeling
I don’t want it
But I need it

Bad good timing
Too real to hide
You got me dancing
On my good side

I say no
Then I lean closer
I act cool
Then it takes over

Bad good timing
Wrong right feeling
I don’t want it
But I need it

Bad good timing
Wrong right feeling
I don’t want it
But I need it

Mm
Bad good timing
That’s what you are

CREDITS
Performer: Mirror Talk
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.
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New Beginnings
Sheela West

Verified Verified Artist

Sheela West
Sheela West, hailing from the sun-baked landscapes of Arizona, embodies the invigorating spirit of contemporary country music, blending playful pop elements with rock undertones. With each note she sings, like in her vibrant track "New Beginnings," Sheela captures the essence of youthful exploration and heartfelt empowerment. Her sound is characterized by polished production, featuring catchy melodies and acoustic guitar that invite listeners to embrace joyous moments and new adventures. Late-night writing sessions beneath the stars have fueled her creativity, allowing her to craft narratives that resonate deeply while also providing a soundtrack for carefree nights.

As part of a local scene that thrives on collaboration and spontaneity, Sheela draws inspiration from the pulsating energy of clubs where diverse genres intersect. Her catalog reflects this rich tapestry, with tracks that evoke a spectrum of emotions—from the hopeful anthem "Chasing Stars" to the playful vibes of "Summer Skies." Each song showcases her ability to connect with an audience through relatable themes of love, freedom, and self-discovery. With a youthful vocal character and an uplifting aura, Sheela West stands ready to make an indelible mark on the hearts of country music fans everywhere.
Track(s)
New Beginnings 27139 01:49

New Beginnings

Sheela West



Packed my bags heading out tonight
City sights yeah they feel so bright
Got a feeling it's time to run
Leaving the past I'm ready for fun

Every step feels like a brand new start
Finding freedom that's where I'll find my heart

Hey I'm alive feel the rhythm rise
Dancing through the streets watch the good times fly
Letting go of what held me back
Now I'm on my way never looking back

Met some faces shared a laugh or two
Every moment feels like something new
With the music I can finally breathe
This is my time got so much to achieve

And when the night falls I won’t be alone
With the stars shining I've found my home

[Final Chorus]
Hey I'm alive feel the rhythm rise
Dancing through the streets watch the good times fly
Letting go of what held me back
Now I'm on my way never looking back

CREDITS
Performer: Sheela West
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.
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HOT TRACK

Borrowed Cutlery
Asha Monroex

Verified 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.
Track(s)
Borrowed Cutlery 990 04:22
New York, I Loved You 55029 04:42

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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Calor De Junio (ft ...
Rio Vane

Verified 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!'
Track(s)
Calor De Junio (ft Zuri) 65687 03:43

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.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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Halfway Honest
Rowan Grey

Verified 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.
Track(s)
Halfway Honest 35047 02:57

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

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Paper Cup Summer
Mirov Saint

Verified 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.
Track(s)
Paper Cup Summer 1442 03:18
Kiss Me When I'm Lying 231578 03:51

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Paper Crown
Sera Knox

Verified 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.
Track(s)
Paper Crown 34886 03:02

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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Railroad Shoes
Ted Clayton

Verified 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.
Track(s)
Railroad Shoes 1835 04:39

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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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.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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