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Master Plan (feat N...
Sebastian

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Sebastian
Introducing the globe-trotting dance dynamo, Sebastian, affectionally dubbed the 'Duke of Disco'. Born and raised among the vibrant and pulsating rhythms of Ibiza's legendary nightlife, Sebastian’s music etches smiles on the faces of anyone within earshot.

Sharpening his musical teeth on the sun-baked terraces of Spain's party capital, our indie ingénue soon became a stalwart figure within the local music scene. Known as much for his wicked sense of humor as for his irresistible beats, Sebastian's talent lies not only in songwriting but also in adding an auditory zest that’s like a surprise party for your eardrums.

His magnum opus, "Master Plan (feat Nora)", is the sparkling crown jewel of his dance floor couture. As unpredictable as a bull in a china shop and as spectacular as a shooting star, the track bursts with contagious energy. You’ll find yourself irresistibly entwined in a rhythmical rave, whether you’re shaking it out on the dance floor or boom-bombing your tedious Tuesday.

A maestro of merriment and melody, Sebastian serves up an infectious blend of dance with a generous side of joy. Get ready, disco divas and groove gurus alike, the 'Duke of Disco’ is in town, dishing out fresh altitude to your attitude, one beat at a time.
Track(s)
Master Plan (feat Nora) 4738 01:56

Master Plan (feat Nora)

Sebastian



The universe
In every verse
But do you know what I'm saying
It takes some training

And every part
Of every part
Is every part
Of every part

Some say it's God's plan
And others say it's man
Some say it's God's plan
And others say it's man

I heard a songbird
It spoke the word
I spoke the word
He heard the word

Some say it's God's plan
And others say it's man
Some say it's God's plan
And others say it's man

It takes some training
It takes some training
It takes some training
It takes some training

CREDITS
Performer: Sebastian
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Things I Never Said
Bruno Galvez

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Bruno Galvez
Bruno Galvez was born to a working-class Spanish family in Valencia, where the scent of orange blossoms mixed with the sound of distant flamenco was part of everyday life. Raised in a modest apartment above a small tapas bar, Bruno’s earliest memories include the strum of his grandfather’s old guitar and the rhythm of heels tapping against the tiled floor. Music wasn't just tradition — it was identity.

To support himself through school, Bruno played guitar on the streets and metro stations of Madrid, his case open for coins, his eyes always scanning for inspiration. These years shaped both his sound and his soul. The rawness of performing for strangers taught him to listen deeply to people’s silence — and to fill it with something honest. His fingers spoke when words failed, and soon his name became familiar in the underground corners of the city.

He studied Anthropology at the Universidad Autónoma de Madrid, drawn to human stories, rituals, and rhythms — the same themes that echo in his music. By night he was a student of culture; by day, a transmitter of it, blending traditional flamenco with the urgency of the modern world. His academic lens gave new depth to his compositions, adding layers that resonated beyond melody.

Today, Bruno Galvez is no longer just a street performer. He’s a storyteller, a cultural bridge, and a reminder that music — especially flamenco — is not meant to be caged. It is meant to move, to cry, to celebrate, and most importantly, to survive.
Track(s)
Silbando Tu Nombre 40437 03:34
Things I Never Said 43728 03:48

Things I Never Said

Bruno Galvez



I kept your name in a quiet drawer
Where I hide the things I can't restore
Every word I wrote I burned unread
I'm still haunted by the things I never said

I didn't scream I didn't cry
I let you leave without asking why
But in my bones I broke and bled
From all the things I never said

[Guitar Break]

I smiled like silence was my friend
But silence never helps in the end
You touched my back I turned instead
And buried deep the things I never said

I didn't scream I didn't cry
I let you leave without asking why
But in my bones I broke and bled
From all the things I never said

[Instrumental Break]

There were nights I danced just to forget
Lips on mine but no regret
Still I feel you in my breath—
A ghost that never left

[Final Chorus]
I didn't scream I let you go
But now the quiet hurts me more
I should’ve loved I should’ve pled
Instead I kept the things I never said

CREDITS
Performer: Bruno Galvez
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Lonely on the Road
Wade Hollis

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Wade Hollis
Wade Hollis doesn’t chase the spotlight — he moves through the world like a shadow at dusk, quietly carving songs out of silence and sand. Born somewhere between the border towns of New Mexico and West Texas, he grew up surrounded by static-filled radio, motel ceilings, and the hum of distant freight trains.

His voice is weathered, like desert wood — raw, honest, and unpolished. Every lyric he writes feels like a road he’s driven a hundred times and still doesn’t fully understand. There’s no big team behind him, no hometown hero narrative. Just a guitar, a gravel road, and the ache of never quite belonging.

Hollis doesn’t stream anywhere else. His music lives exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, like postcards from a place most people drive past but never stop to feel. If you’ve ever stared out of a car window at 2 a.m. and felt both free and completely lost — you’ve already heard Wade Hollis, whether you knew it or not.
Track(s)
You Left Your Name Open 53948 04:24
Lonely on the Road 30193 04:23

Lonely on the Road

Wade Hollis


I'd like to know how it feels to have a home
Hate sleepin' alone in motels on the road
I'd like to have a girl with someone else's name
Find a way to settle down and not lose my mind
Livin' on borrowed time
Oh

And it don't matter which way I go
I'll still be lonely on the road
And it don't matter which way I go
I'll still be lonely on the road

I could be a billionaire
But I'm still gon' die
My baby could have kids
But they won't be mine
I don't know what it is
But somethin' just don't feel right
I wish I knew how to live a real simple life
Wish I could make it right
Oh

And it don't matter which way I go
I'll still be lonely on the road
And it don't matter which way I go
I'll still be lonely on the road

I'd like to know how it feels to have a home
Hate sleepin' alone in motels on the road

CREDITS
Performer: Wade Hollis
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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When the Noise Fades
The Absents

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The Absents
The Absents are a four-piece synth-pop and modern disco-pop band hailing from Brighton, on the south coast of the United Kingdom. The lineup consists of Elliot Kane (vocals), Ryan Whitford (keyboards & production), Callum Price (bass guitar & synth bass), and Jamie Harlow (guitar & backing vocals). The four met in 2018 at a local music festival, where a late-night jam session revealed a shared passion for blending the melodic elegance of 80s synth-pop with the energy and polish of modern pop production.

Deeply influenced by the infectious hooks and emotive energy of Erasure, The Absents quickly began writing together, crafting songs that pair bright synth textures with tight bass grooves and subtle funk undertones. Their early rehearsals took place in a modest studio near Brighton’s seafront, a space that soon became their creative sanctuary and the birthplace of their signature sound.

In 2019, the band released their debut single, which found its way onto local radio playlists and began circulating through London’s club scene. Known for their vivid light shows, charismatic stage presence, and danceable, high-energy sets, The Absents built a reputation as one of the most exciting new acts in the UK’s pop landscape.

Today, The Absents continue to bridge nostalgia and modernity, reaching audiences far beyond the British Isles. Elliot’s commanding yet soulful vocals, Ryan’s shimmering synth arrangements, Callum’s deep, driving grooves, and Jamie’s melodic guitar lines come together to create a live experience that is as unforgettable as it is electrifying.
Track(s)
When the Noise Fades 45656 04:00
But North Keeps 44779 03:46

When the Noise Fades

The Absents


You said it all without a sound
Eyes like rivers underground
No stage no sign no grand display
But still you took my breath away

When the noise fades
I see you clear
No masks remain
No need to steer
In that still shade
You draw me near

Curtains closed the world stands still
No rush no race no sudden thrill
Just quiet steps upon the floor
No less no more I ask for

When the noise fades
I see you clear
No masks remain
No need to steer
In that still shade
You draw me near

I don’t believe in grand goodbyes
Just simple truths behind the eyes
Not every tale begins with fire
Some just flicker then inspire

When the noise fades
I see you clear
No masks remain
No need to steer
In that still shade
You draw me near

CREDITS
Performer: The Absents
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Never Too Late
Camille Duret

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Camille Duret
Meet Camille Duret, the French femme fatale of the pop scene, who manifests the charm of Parisian streets and the sunlit magic of the French Rivier into her songs. She's not just another 'joie de vivre' gal, folks, her tunes will make you feel like dancing on the cobblestones with a warm croissant in hand!

Camille was made in France, quite literally, and her music is neither too rich, nor too thin, rather, much like the perfect crème brûlée. Her infectious pop anthems, dripping with sweet melodic lines, makes you question if sugar may run in her veins. She makes you believe that you're sip-sip-sipping champagne on the Seine, no matter where you are.

Surely, you've bopped your head, maybe even twirled a bit, to her banger “Never Too Late”. A cocktail of happy heartbeats, tasty hooks and irresistible refrains, laced with a sing-along chorus, it's classic Camille at her best. This melodious masterpiece is like a delightful dance with a macaron - sweet, colourful and leaves you wanting more.

So, let's raise our glasses to Camille Duret, the Parisian pop princess who consistently proves that pop can be served well done, medium rare or, occasionally, à la mode. Trust us, once you've had a bite of Camille’s music flambé, there's no going back – Bon Appétit!
Track(s)
Never Too Late 5699 03:13

Never Too Late

Camille Duret


Do you know what you're worth
When the world leaves you dirt
Do you know what you have when they go
Are you left with your fear
Do you live what you hear
Do you follow or do you lead the way

And if you ever feel like your life's a waste
Get your hands up

They say that it's never too late to try
It's never too late to live your life
It's never too late to change your mind
It's never too late to find out why
It's never too late to learn to love
It's never too late to rise above
It's never too late
Never too late

If I were you
I'd do this
I'd look at all that you miss
I'd get out and stop wasting your time
Your potential's untapped
The key's under the mat
There's a world out there waiting for you

And if you ever feel like your life's a waste
Get your hands up

They say that it's never too late to try
It's never too late to live your life
It's never too late to change your mind
It's never too late to find out why
It's never too late to learn to love
It's never too late to rise above
It's never too late
Never too late

CREDITS
Performer: Camille Duret
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Paper Moons
Dora Corr

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Dora Corr
Dora Corr is an EDM vocalist and songwriter born and raised in Dublin, Ireland. Before her debut single, she worked at a small, weathered music shop tucked away in Rathmines — a place where synths came in half-broken and left humming again, usually thanks to her.

By day, she tuned old keyboards and restocked trance CDs. By night, she recorded vocal sketches on her cracked laptop, blending soft-spoken Irish melancholy with pulsing beats she never planned to share.

That changed in early 2025, when renowned electronic producer Mark Martian visited Dublin for a creative summit. While killing time between panels, he wandered into Dora’s shop — and found her quietly looping vocal takes in the back room.

Struck by the raw emotion and unusual cadence of her sound, Mark simply asked, “Have you ever thought about making something bigger?” She shrugged. “Not really. But I’d like to.” Energized, Mark immediately called Hakan E., the creative force behind Filodyo.

“I just found someone. We need to get into a studio, fast,” he said. Intrigued, Hakan asked to hear her demos. Mark sent over a few scratch recordings that same night.

Within days, Dora was in a temporary studio above the River Liffey, recording "Paper Moon" — a haunting, minimalist debut that floats somewhere between whispered confession and late-night dance floor, co-produced by Mark Martian for a new Filodyo project.

Dora Corr isn’t chasing pop formulas or peak-hour builds. She’s carving a lane where fragility can still make you move — and where “na na na na” says more than a chorus ever could.
Track(s)
Paper Moons 56187 04:02

Paper Moons

Dora Corr


You left your coat I kept the thread
It hums like static in my head

I folded time in a paper cup
Sipped your voice till the world shut up
You never said stay but you looked like wait
And I built an echo from that mistake

I don’t call it love — it’s too well-behaved
This is something the maps misplace

Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa

You hum in keys no piano dares
I lose my name climbing up your stairs
Your silence flickers it writes in loops
Still I read it like sacred proof

I won’t label this — it won’t stay still
It moves like weather talks in quills

Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa

You said “don’t read me I’m not that deep”
But I saw planets in your sleep
I don’t need stars I don’t need maps
Just that hum between the gaps

Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa

I let you vanish but not the hum
Some chords don’t end — they just become

CREDITS
Performer: Dora Corr
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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All for One Y.
Ayvenn

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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)
All for One Y. 18713 04:18

All for One Y.

Ayvenn


Uuuh
Aaaa
I had the chalk I had the board
Thought I knew what I was fighting for

I mapped it out like a perfect line
Variables dancing in my mind
Tried to graph where you might be
But love don’t fit no geometry

Slopes and curves they lied to me
No formula for what you see
You’re that value off the grid
And I solved what no one ever did

Every X I tried to crack
Led me closer no way back
Thought I had it all misread
But you were waiting up ahead

You don’t know how many Xs I had to break
To get one inch closer to Y (uh-huh)
I carried numbers like they were names
Till the moment you met my eye (ooooh)
It’s a mess of signs and endless tries
But now your logic redefines (yeaaah)
You don’t know how many Xs I had to face
Just to solve for a single Y

(Uuh uuh — that single Y)
(Aaah all those Xs I tried)

Circle back erase the trace
You’re the answer that now holds its place
I tried dividing all the pain
But you were constant in the rain

Was it sine or just a sign?
You curved in at the perfect time
I drew a heart inside the square
And this time you were really there

I factored in the nights alone
Calculated love unknown
But this equation found its truth
When all the numbers pointed to you

I reduced and simplified
You multiplied what’s deep inside
Left the questions in the dust
Now the formula is us

You don’t know how many Xs I had to break
To find the one and only Y (yeah yeah)
I carried numbers like they were names
But you gave meaning to the why (no no)
It’s a mess of signs and endless tries
Now it all aligns no need to lie (uh-huh)
You don’t know how many Xs I had to face
Just to solve for a single Y

(Uuh that final Y)
(Aaaah no more Xs I…)

Maybe you were undefined
In the limits of my mind
An asymptote I chased in vain
Till you stood right in the frame

You don’t know how many Xs I had to break
To stand here holding onto Y
I carried numbers like they were weights
But now the answer meets the sky
The signs were loud the tries were wild
But now I see the reason why
You don’t know how many Xs I had to face
Just to know that Y was you

(Uuh you’re my Y)
(Aaaah it’s always been you)

So I drop the pen the work is done
You were the proof the only one
No more math no more try
You’re my answer — you’re my Y

CREDITS
Performer: Ayvenn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Static on the Line
Ryder James

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Ryder James
Ryder James is a rising pop-soul artist whose warm vocals and timeless style bridge the gap between classic soul storytelling and modern pop production. With a voice that carries both grit and grace, he creates songs that feel instantly familiar yet refreshingly new.

His debut single, Static on the Line, is a captivating blend of heartfelt lyricism and smooth, groove-driven instrumentation. Produced by Filodyo and released exclusively on NOT FM, the track showcases Ryder’s ability to turn everyday moments into powerful musical narratives.

Raised on a steady diet of soul legends and contemporary pop innovators, Ryder brings authenticity and emotional depth to every performance. Static on the Line is more than just a song—it’s an introduction to an artist who is here to connect, move, and inspire listeners worldwide.
Track(s)
Static on the Line 42999 03:46

Static on the Line

Ryder James


Mmm… yeah
Turn it up

Found your note between the bills folded twice
Three crooked letters never said it nice
Kitchen radio is drifting off-time
Wrong station playing but it suits the night

I dial your number — hear a click then air
Flashing digits on the stove just stare
Every heartbeat in my chest misaligns
Still I’m listening for a sign

There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line

City bus sighs at a midnight stop
Paperback angel at a corner shop
Borrowed coat hangs wide on my frame
Pockets full of change and a half-drawn name

Counting rail ties stepping over goodbyes
Copper on my tongue from unspoken replies
I hold my breath as if it might realign
What keeps crossing in my mind

There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line

Maybe I’m a bent antenna in a storm I knew
Turn me just a single degree — I point back to you
If the signal fades and the bars go blind
Call me by the name you underlined

Line… line… static on the line
(Keep talking)
Line… line… static on the line

There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line

Mmm… tune me in
Static on the line

CREDITS
Performer: Ryder James
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Cooler Than My Tears
Miles Rennick

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Miles Rennick
Miles Rennick is an electro-pop singer and songwriter whose music blends playful irony with slick, club-ready production. With a cheeky, half-sung and half-spoken vocal style, he brings a unique personality to the modern indie-pop scene.

His debut track “Cooler Than My Tears” captures this spirit perfectly — a quirky yet infectious anthem built on groovy basslines, crisp synth riffs, and a sarcastic lyrical edge. Both tongue-in-cheek and danceable, the track reflects Rennick’s ability to turn irony into a hook.

Dedicated to staying independent and unconventional, Miles Rennick has chosen to release his music exclusively through Filodyo and NOT FM, highlighting his close collaboration with platforms that value originality and artistic freedom.
Track(s)
Cooler Than My Tears 36240 03:15

Cooler Than My Tears

Miles Rennick


(ha!)
The lock is broken doors swing wide
No more shadows I need to hide

Your perfume fades on an empty shelf
I found a mirror I found myself
Every promise was a borrowed flame
Now I walk and forget your name (uhh)

Chains fall silent on the floor
Wings I never used before
Every breath tastes sharp and new
Every step pulls me through (yeah ha!)

I’m alive I’m alive (woo!)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ha!)
Your love was a painted game
Now the echoes fade from me (na-na)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (uhh)

Empty glass on the wooden rail
Stories sink but my ship will sail
Every memory’s a paper boat
Drifting far till it can’t float (yeah)

Chains fall silent on the floor
Wings I never used before
Every breath tastes sharp and new
Every step pulls me through (woo!)

I’m alive I’m alive (say it loud)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ohhh)
Your love was a painted game
Now the silence sings with me (yeah yeah)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (hah!)

You thought I’d break…
But I’m stronger than the storm
I’m running past the past
And it will never find me again (mmm)

I’m alive I’m alive (uhh woo!)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ha!)
Your love was a painted game
Now the silence sings with me (na-na-na)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (yeah yeah yeah)

(ha!)
Cooler than the tears I cried…
Cooler than the tears I cried

CREDITS
Performer: Miles Rennick
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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What’s It Made Of?
LYA

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LYA
“If it doesn’t ask questions, it’s not music.”

LYA (pronounced “Lie-uh”) is a genre-defying artist from Berlin whose roots stretch from conservatory string quartets to the depths of fog-drenched warehouse raves. A classically trained violinist who once performed Vivaldi at age nine, she left formal music behind in her early 20s to pursue something more fractured, more real. What emerged was a sound as delicate as it is defiant—where harpsichords coexist with 2-step beats, and questions matter more than answers.

Her music exists in a liminal zone: somewhere between dance and disassociation, pop and poetry, cathedral and club. LYA often weaves spoken-word passages into her songs, transforming internal monologues into melodic mantras. Vocals—sometimes her own, sometimes spliced and AI-shifted—glide over textured layers of cello, muted synths, and ambient distortion. Think: if Imogen Heap grew up listening to Burial and wrote haikus in code.

LYA’s debut EP “Syntax of Sleep” was a quiet cult success among insomniac circles on Bandcamp, praised for its “introspective maximalism.” Her live sets, often accompanied by generative visuals and interactive lighting that reacts to audience movement, blur the line between concert and hallucination. She isn’t afraid of silence, nor of noise. Both, to her, are forms of rhythm.

LYA doesn’t write songs to explain. She writes them to wonder. “What’s It Made Of?”—her latest single via notfm—isn’t just a title. It’s a dare. A whisper in the hallway between thoughts. A reminder that meaning isn’t always the point.
Track(s)
What’s It Made Of? 6711 02:36

What’s It Made Of?

LYA


Woke up in a sentence I don’t remember writing
(uhhh)
My name’s on the wall
but it’s spelled with a “Y” now
weird

I tried to fold the sunlight into thirds
but it keeps leaking through the creases
Like—
was that ever the point?
(Hey!)
Did we name the silence just to fill it?

A blue cup a red sock a key with no lock
Mom said dreams don’t rot
but I found mold on the corners of mine
(yeah uh-huh)

What’s it made of?
(Lie?)
What’s it made oooooof?
Is this glass or just slow ice?
(what’s the—yeah)
If I bite it will it crack or cry?
(Haha—cry?)
I asked the mirror but she blinked
Twice

My coat is full of exit signs
but none of them point north
I sleep in the hallway between thoughts—
and that’s fine
Or it was
(Was it?)

Someone keeps leaving me notes
in a handwriting I don't remember learning
“Simplify”
“Unwind”
“Don't trust the tulips”

What’s it made of?!
(don’t tell me it’s hope again)
What’s it maaaade of?!
If it’s love why’s it shaped like a chair leg?
If it’s truth
why does it taste like batteries?

Whoa whoa—
Don’t go there
Not now
(NOT NOW!)

CREDITS
Performer: LYA
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

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The Only Good Julio...
Eli Varnish

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Eli Varnish
Eli Varnish spent most of his life drawing straight lines for crooked cities. As an architect, he designed libraries, train stations, and far too many gray, forgettable office buildings. He was always more interested in light than concrete — the way it moved through windows, shifted on floors, or disappeared behind closed doors. But deadlines piled up, and inspiration gave way to invoices. When he retired at 62, he didn’t throw a party. He just handed in his keys, took the long way home, and listened to the silence.

That’s when the music came back.
In his youth, Eli had played piano quietly — always in private, never in public. Now, with no blueprints to chase, he returned to the keys. Slowly. Gently. A few friends joined him — a bassist who used to drive a bus, a trombonist who sold insurance, and a drummer who once taught math. They started meeting weekly above an old bookstore. No gigs, no names. Just music.

Eventually, they found their way into a small jazz bar — dim, warm, and half-forgotten. That’s where Eli plays now. No spotlight, no talk. Just a glass of red wine, a crooked hat, and a piano that creaks in all the right places. The audience doesn’t clap much. They just nod, like they recognize something they forgot they knew.

Eli doesn’t miss architecture. “Buildings are meant to last,” he says, “but songs... songs are meant to leave.” And so he plays — not to impress, but to remember. To trace old lines in the air. To build something no one can own, but everyone can feel.

The Only Good Julio I Ever Knew Was Don (They Never Meant It)

Eli Varnish


He said “brother” like it cost him nothin’
Smiled wide and stole my coat
Asked for time asked for money
Left me short and called it hope

The waitress said I had nice eyes
While stackin' bills that weren’t mine
The preacher swore we’d all be saved
But his watch was gold and mine was fake

They never meant it
Not the cheers not the names
All them kind words
Were just poker games
But I knew a man once—
Did what he said he’d do
The only good Julio I ever knew
Was Don

The boss shook hands with dirty gloves
Said “You're family” then raised the flood
And mama prayed through gritted teeth
While sellin' things we couldn't eat

They never meant it
All that “brother” all that “son”
They toast your wins
Then load their guns
But I knew a man once—
Quiet as a Sunday pew
The only good Julio I ever knew
Was Don

They’ll write your name on birthday cake
And scratch it off the will
They’ll hug you at the front door
While makin’ copies of the deed still

They never meant it
It was polish on a stone
But that old man with the cracked hat
Said “take your time or take it alone”
I knew a man once—
Didn’t lie to get through
The only good Julio I ever knew
Was Don

CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

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Fire in the Open Air
James Rolly

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James Rolly
Born in 1989 in Dayton, Ohio, James Rolly’s life was anything but straightforward. Growing up in a working-class neighborhood, he found himself drawn to music at an early age, learning his first guitar chords from an older cousin who played in local bars. But his teenage years spiraled into turbulence — run-ins with the law, school expulsions, and a revolving door of juvenile detention centers and rehabilitation programs marked his adolescence.

It was during a six-month stay at a rehab facility in Cleveland that James began writing his own songs, using music as a way to process his frustration and loneliness. The stark, confessional style of those early lyrics became the foundation of his artistic voice. He often says the rehab’s battered common-room piano was “the first place I ever told the truth.”

By his mid-20s, James was performing in small clubs across the Midwest, blending gritty Americana storytelling with modern soul and rock influences. His husky voice, commanding presence, and refusal to glamorize his troubled past earned him a loyal following. The shaved head, beard, and head tattoos became part of his unflinching image — a visual reminder of where he’s been and how far he’s come.

Today, James Rolly’s music reflects both the scars and the survival. From intimate acoustic sets to explosive full-band performances, he channels every ounce of his history into a sound that’s raw, magnetic, and unapologetically real.
Track(s)
Fire in the Open Air 36840 03:05

Fire in the Open Air

James Rolly


I’m walking through the noise and color
Every face feels like a secret sign
My heart’s a drum that won’t keep quiet
Every beat says “Boy this ain’t your time”

But I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in

I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design

There’s laughter rolling out of doorways
Music pouring from a midnight band
I don’t know the song but I’m singing
Clapping to the beat like I understand

And I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in

I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design

Maybe I’m lost but it feels like winning
Every wrong turn keeps my story spinning
If this is the game then I’m all in
Every note’s a place I’ve never been

I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design

And I move…
I move with the rhythm

CREDITS
Performer: James Rolly
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

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Get Out My Way
The 5th Exit

Verified Verified Artist

The 5th Exit
Born from the concrete veins of New York City’s underground, The 5th Exit is not just a band — it's a warning siren echoing through the alleys of Brooklyn. Blending the unapologetic grit of East Coast punk with the swagger of early-2000s hip-hop, their music punches through the noise like a subway train in a blackout.

The band was formed in late 2023 in a condemned warehouse turned DIY venue in Bushwick, after a street brawl-turned-jam-session between strangers. The result? Five misfits who had no plan — just noise, energy, and something to scream.

Members:
🎤 Jayno Blakk (Lead Vocals / Chaos Designer)
A former graffiti artist with a voice like broken glass in a hurricane. Born in Flatbush, Jayno spits lyrics like they’re Molotovs, laced with rage and raw truth. Known for performing barefoot and bleeding by the end of every show.

🎸 Noelle "Nox" Vega (Lead Guitar / FX Wizard)
Puerto Rican shredder with a physics degree and a pedalboard built from junkyard parts. She speaks three languages — four if you count distortion. Her solos? They don’t melt faces; they dissolve them.

🥁 Koda Rinz (Drums / Street Philosopher)
Half-poet, half-brawler. Raised by subway dancers and vinyl collectors, Koda’s beats sound like trash cans getting kicked down tenement stairwells — in perfect time. Always drumming, even in his sleep.

🎹 Echo Rowe (Synths / Scream Textures / Visuals)
The silent one. Echo doesn’t talk much, but his synth work sounds like a riot at 3AM. Also responsible for their chaotic visuals and the recurring raven motif in their shows. Rumor has it he lives in an abandoned radio tower in Queens.

🎸 Twitchy Lex (Bass / Vibe Damage Control)
Lex is the glue, or maybe the duct tape. Raised on R&B but corrupted by noise rock, he brings the groove — the dangerous kind that gets under your skin and sets off car alarms.

Their Breakout Track: "Get Out My Way"
A sonic punch to the throat, "Get Out My Way" is a war cry against complacency, gentrification, and anyone walking slow on a New York sidewalk. With a chorus that hits like a riot chant and verses that spit pure venom, it’s already being banned from small-town radio — which only makes it louder.

The 5th Exit isn’t asking for your attention. They’re taking it.
You can either move... or get run over.
Track(s)
Get Out My Way 5759 02:08

Get Out My Way

The 5th Exit


Yo! Yo!
Watch out! I’m comin’ through!
MOVE!

I came to wreck it slam like a hammer
Stomp in your club like a Bronx bandana
Shake the floor make the ceiling drop
When I step in the room everybody go POP!

No chill I’m a wildfire loose
Bounce like a ball in a cage of abuse
Say my name say it LOUD like a chant
Whole block jumpin’ like a riot they can’t stand!

Get out my way! (Hey!)
I don’t play! (No!)
I came to JUMP!
You better pray! (Woo!)
Get out my way! (MOVE!)
I don’t play! (UH!)
I bring that heat
Like every day!

Step aside I’m the main event
Got bass in my chest I don’t need no rent
Spit fire like I’m breakin' a curse
One punchline put your crew in a hearse!

Hands up high like a stick-up move
Whole room shakes when I hit that groove
I ain’t calm I’m a chaos breed
Y’all better duck when I plant this seed!

Get out my way! (Hey!)
I don’t play! (No!)
I came to JUMP!
You better pray!
Get out my way!
I don’t play!
I bring that HEAT
Like every day!

Jump! Jump! Jump!
Till the roof caves in!
Jump! Jump! Jump!
Let the riot begin!
Jump! Jump! Jump!
No peace no sleep!
Jump! Jump! Jump!
We play for keeps!

CREDITS
Performer: The 5th Exit
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

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She Owns the Floor
Broken Halos Club

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Broken Halos Club
Broken Halos Club is a ghost-lit rock outfit born in the after-hours of a burned-out bar in Cincinnati. Fronted by the enigmatic Leo Ryder, whose voice cuts like broken glass wrapped in velvet, the band delivers anthems for the misfits, the dancers, and the late-night wanderers. Mira Knox commands the bass like it’s a weapon of seduction, while Ash Renner turns every drumbeat into a warning shot.

Their breakout single “She Owns the Floor” is not just a song—it’s a defiant war cry for anyone who’s ever reclaimed the night. Exclusive to Filodyo, the track pulses with swagger and sweat, a raw tribute to the power of movement, presence, and fearless self-expression.

Broken Halos Club isn’t chasing charts—they’re chasing ghosts, echoes, and the kind of truth that only comes after midnight. Loud, unapologetic, and strangely beautiful, they’re less a band and more a beautifully damaged memory you can’t shake.
Track(s)
She Owns the Floor 9606 03:12

She Owns the Floor

Broken Halos Club


Spotlight hits — she don't flinch
Heels hit hard like a war-time switch
Hair like fire lips like sin
No one knows — but she's all in

Mirrorball's spinning — hearts in her grip
She don't dance — she commands the trip

Here she comes — boom just like thunder
All eyes on her can't help but wonder
Shake the room — she breaks the law
Moves so smooth you just drop your jaw
This ain't a game
She owns the floor
Yeah yeah
She owns the floor

Leather jacket — devil grin
You try to speak but your words cave in
She don't chase — she makes you run
A midnight riot in human form

Phones are up — but no one blinks
She's a livewire — no need to think

Here she comes — boom just like thunder
All eyes on her can't help but wonder
Shake the room — she breaks the law
Moves so smooth you just drop your jaw
No turning back
She owns the floor
Oh yeah
She owns the floor

Here she comes — boom just like thunder
Everybody move — everybody wonder
Shake the room — she breaks the law
Make some space — or lose it all
One more time
She owns the floor
Yeah yeah
She owns the floor

CREDITS
Performer: Broken Halos Club
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

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Velvet Routine (fea...
Mark Martian

Verified Verified Artist

Mark Martian
Mark Martian is one of the most elusive figures in the music world, and his mysterious persona has left many fans wondering—could he really be from Mars?

Known for using the alias Martian Mark during his collaborations, this enigmatic producer has somehow managed to evade the spotlight completely. No interviews, no photos, no videos—Mark is practically a ghost. Some say it’s part of his brand, while others speculate wildly. Who knows?

Maybe while Elon Musk dreams of building colonies on Mars, Mark’s already here, quietly making beats after hitching a ride from the Red Planet’s first neighborhood.

Despite the secrecy surrounding him, one thing’s clear: Mark’s music speaks volumes. His deep house tracks pulse with interstellar vibes, his pop productions are out-of-this-world catchy, and his funk grooves are, well, otherworldly.

Whether he’s blending cosmic synths with soulful beats or dropping funk-infused rhythms, his style keeps listeners hooked and guessing. You can hear his work across platforms, but his music truly shines on Filodyo, where you might catch the next great Martian anthem—if he doesn’t beam it up first.
Track(s)
Run With the Fire 32414 02:49
Algo Rhthym 59354 05:32
Velvet Routine (feat Lillian Rose) 5833 02:34
Runnin (feat Tae) 617 02:42
We Go Higher (ft Karen) 646 02:52
Tell Me 404 03:16
Memories 589 05:12
Lonely Hearts 803 03:02
Be Yourself 862 02:48
It Is Hard (Each Day) 943 02:53
This Love Is Our Battlefield 1193 02:54

Velvet Routine (feat Lillian Rose)

Mark Martian


We dress like rebels drink like kings
Same old chaos in designer things
Speeches echo boots still march
Only the lighting's changed the arch

It’s a velvet routine — tailored lies in satin thread
We spin the wheel again pretend we’ve never bled
Gold-plated futures on rusted tracks
What’s next is just what’s looking back

Neon prophets selling calm
Wrapped in vinyl dripping charm
We nod and smile like we forgot
That every screen was once a plot

It’s a velvet routine
stitched with charm
and powdered shame
A silver loop of past parades
just under a new name
Gold-plated futures on rusted tracks
What’s next is just what’s looking back

Spin it once more
the record knows the drill
New shoes same dance same bitter pill

CREDITS
Performer: Mark Martian
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

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Feel The Fire
Sofia Cruzado

Verified Verified Artist

Sofia Cruzado
Sofia Cruzado is a captivating Latin pop artist whose powerful voice and magnetic stage presence draw listeners in from the very first note. With a style reminiscent of modern Latin icons, she blends infectious rhythms with heartfelt storytelling, creating songs that ignite both emotion and movement.

Her debut single, Feel The Fire, captures her fiery spirit and undeniable charisma. Available exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, the track marks the beginning of a promising career that’s set to light up the Latin music scene. Sofia Cruzado doesn’t just perform—she commands attention, leaving an unforgettable impression on everyone who hears her.
Track(s)
Feel The Fire 37560 03:17

Feel The Fire

Sofia Cruzado


Oh-oh oh-oh (yeah)
Mmm fuego
Let’s go

Your eyes pull me to the floor
Like the waves I can’t ignore
Every step you own the night
Body talkin’ feelin’ right
Baila lento take your time
One more step you’re in my mind
Heat is risin’ can’t disguise
Every move a paradise

Closer closer — feel that beat
Your hands your hips my heart skips
Rhythm’s takin’ over me
Baby set my body free

When you move like that I feel the fire
Heart’s in sync we’re climbing higher
Tu cuerpo dice lo que callas
I can read your soul in silence

Turn around the crowd goes wild
Every smile a little wild
Sunset glow on your skin
Dance begins we never end
Baila conmigo don’t let go
Every beat I need to know
Your shadow melts into mine
We get lost in perfect time

Closer closer — feel that beat
Your hands your hips my heart skips
Rhythm’s takin’ over me
Baby set my body free

When you move like that I feel the fire
Heart’s in sync we’re climbing higher
Tu cuerpo dice lo que callas
I can read your soul in silence

You say “come here” — I’m already gone
One step closer the night’s too long
You spin me ‘round — I lose control
Baila baila — let it flow

Oh-oh fuego fuego
Oh-oh fuego fuego
Move it move it
Lose it lose it

When you move like that I feel the fire (fuego)
Heart’s in sync we’re climbing higher (más alto)
Tu cuerpo dice lo que callas
I can read your soul in silence

Yeah oh-oh-oh
Mmm fuego…

CREDITS
Performer: Sofia Cruzado
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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You Left Your Name ...
Wade Hollis

Verified Verified Artist

Wade Hollis
Wade Hollis doesn’t chase the spotlight — he moves through the world like a shadow at dusk, quietly carving songs out of silence and sand. Born somewhere between the border towns of New Mexico and West Texas, he grew up surrounded by static-filled radio, motel ceilings, and the hum of distant freight trains.

His voice is weathered, like desert wood — raw, honest, and unpolished. Every lyric he writes feels like a road he’s driven a hundred times and still doesn’t fully understand. There’s no big team behind him, no hometown hero narrative. Just a guitar, a gravel road, and the ache of never quite belonging.

Hollis doesn’t stream anywhere else. His music lives exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, like postcards from a place most people drive past but never stop to feel. If you’ve ever stared out of a car window at 2 a.m. and felt both free and completely lost — you’ve already heard Wade Hollis, whether you knew it or not.
Track(s)
You Left Your Name Open 53948 04:24
Lonely on the Road 30193 04:23

You Left Your Name Open

Wade Hollis


You never closed the salt jar tight
Your chair still leans to the left
The spoon you used is upside down
Like it forgot your breath

The balcony plant asks less light now
The floor knows where you stood
My shirts all hang a little wrong
Like fabric understood

You left your name open—
In the drawer in the rug in the swing
It creaks your rhythm
Not a ghost—just a string
You left your name open—
And it hums when I cook when I think
It’s not heartbreak
It’s ink

The fruit went soft before I ate
I saved it like a dare
The faucet sings in your old tone
Like grief pretending care

You left your name open—
Not screaming not lost not loud
Just tucked in sounds
That don’t need a crowd
You left your name open—
No frames no shrine no drink
Just weightless
But it sinks

I live around you
Like pages live around a word
Not erased
Just blurred

CREDITS
Performer: Wade Hollis
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

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Riddim of Peace
Dreadlock Boys

Verified Verified Artist

Dreadlock Boys
Scoot over, Marley, there’s a new reggae sheriff in town. Straight from the sunny sidewalks of Kingston, Jamaica, the Dreadlock Boys are laying down fresh beats in the reggae scene.

This pair of plaited prodigies isn't your grandma's reggae. Combining traditional roots rhythms with just a hint of ska spice and a not-so-subtle sprinkle of dancehall energy, these boys aren't just playing by the book – they’re writing their own. And don't let that laid-back island vibe fool you; these guys are as serious about making you laugh as they are about perfecting the offbeat.

Their standout single "Riddim of Peace" might just be the happiest jam this side of Montego Bay. With its earworm melody and bouncy bassline, it’s as infectious as a belly laugh in a silent library. It's the kind of track that leaves the grumpiest of gurners grinning like a Cheshire cat at an all-you-can-eat fish buffet.

So come, sit, and sway to the soothing sounds of the Dreadlock Boys. They'll be your pint-sized purveyors of peace, your lyrical lifesavers when the going gets tough. After all, joy does come in the morning and the Dreadlock Boys are here to serve it up with a side of reggae, none of those nasty grimaces, thank you very much.
Track(s)
Riddim of Peace 10939 02:50

Riddim of Peace

Dreadlock Boys



Yah man mi wake up wid di sun pon mi face
One cup a tea an’ a likkle embrace
No rush no run we tek tings slow
Peace inna di heart mek di good vibes flow

Call up di crew from down di lane
Laugh and chat no room fi pain
Every likkle yout’ every likkle gyal
We jam together like one big pal

Dance fi di love move fi di light
Raise up ya hand if ya feelin’ right
No need fi gun we a blaze di tune
Singin’ fi peace under di mango moon

Bredda sistren bring ya soul
One riddim mek di broken whole
Shake off di stress fling ‘way di fear
Jah voice a whisperin’ inna we ear

Skank pon di corner joy in di beat
Barefoot jammin’ in di midday heat
Tell Babylon: we nah go low
We buildin’ love like a riverside flow

[Outro - Spoken Word Style]
So light up di hope let it blaze like fire
One world one song one higher desire
Peace nuh just a dream it a ting we live
With every dance step we learn fi forgive

CREDITS
Performer: Dreadlock Boys
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

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Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn

Verified Verified Artist

Elyra Dawn
Elyra Dawn was born in Rotterdam, raised between ferry horns and late-night radio static. Music wasn’t a choice — it was everywhere. Her mother sang quietly while folding laundry, her older brother blasted trance through paper-thin walls, and Elyra? She listened. Carefully. Absorbing melodies like secondhand sunlight.

She spent her teenage years bouncing between school choirs, bedroom recordings, and weekend trips to Amsterdam’s record stores. The moment she first heard Robyn’s Dancing On My Own on a train platform at dusk, something clicked. It wasn’t just about sadness or joy — it was how you could wear both in the same voice. That duality, the push and pull between euphoria and vulnerability, would become Elyra’s signature.

After performing in local clubs and uploading small demos online, she received an unexpected email from Filodyo’s Hakan E — a message that simply said: “You sound like you’ve lived a little. Let’s talk.” What followed was a slow, careful collaboration: late-night file exchanges, voice memos from backstage, moments captured between flights. Elyra didn’t rush it. She never does.

Today, her voice balances two worlds — the sweaty rush of the dancefloor and the quiet ache of a Sunday morning alone. Her hooks stick, her delivery stings, and her presence on stage feels at once intimate and cinematic. Elyra Dawn isn’t here to be loud. She’s here to be heard.
Track(s)
Still Life in Motion 8270 03:31

Still Life in Motion

Elyra Dawn


I kept your echo in a borrowed chord
Faded at the edges like a prayer ignored
You never spoke in “forever” terms—
Only in glances only in turns

We drew lines in passing trains
Paused in motion looped refrains
What we had was quiet gold—
But time like steam refused to hold

So I won't chase the version of us
That never really stayed never fully was
You were a still life mid-collapse
A moving part in silent gaps
And I loved you there—
Where the light never dared
But lingered
Like it knew
We’d vanish fair

You hummed in keys I couldn’t trace
Left fingerprints on open space
A breath a shift a tilted frame
No villain here just untitled blame

Maps don’t cover scenes like this
Where lips forget what touch meant bliss
But if you ask what we became—
A shadow signed with no one’s name

I won't rewrite the note you played
Or tune the silence we conveyed
You were a still life breaking fast
A fleeting truth I couldn’t grasp
And I loved you there—
Not to repair—
But to remember
Without despair

Maybe we were best
in between intentions
Not a love song—
just the tension

Still life
in motion
Still life
Not frozen

CREDITS
Performer: Elyra Dawn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

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Fica no Quase
Rosa Medina

Verified Verified Artist

Rosa Medina
Rosa Medina was born in 2001 in Porto, Portugal, to a family that carried both Iberian and Brazilian heritage. Her father, a fisherman from Aveiro, filled the house with fado records, while her Brazilian mother played MPB classics and samba on lazy Sunday mornings. Rosa grew up between two shores of the Portuguese-speaking world — absorbing the saudade of Amália Rodrigues and the sunny, syncopated joy of Gal Costa in equal measure.

At fourteen, she began performing small sets in riverside cafés, her voice effortlessly gliding between soft whispers and soaring notes. The intimacy of fado was her foundation, but Rosa was restless — she wanted her songs to dance. By blending Portuguese folk melodies with bossa nova chords, urban beats, and lush pop arrangements, she began to shape a style that felt both nostalgic and forward-looking.

In 2025, Rosa released her debut single "Fica no Quase" in collaboration with Filodyo, the independent music producer known for shaping fresh, original sounds for global audiences. The track — a bittersweet, mid-tempo anthem about love suspended in uncertainty — gained instant traction on streaming platforms. Its hypnotic chorus, sung entirely in Portuguese, became a signature moment in her live performances.

Today, Rosa Medina is part of a new generation redefining Lusophone pop, performing sold-out shows from Lisbon to São Paulo. Despite her growing fame, she keeps her songwriting process deeply personal — scribbling lyrics on napkins in Lisbon cafés, recording demos on her phone while walking along the Douro River. For Rosa, every performance is a bridge connecting continents, carrying the language and emotion of Portuguese music to the world stage.
Track(s)
Fica no Quase 30087 02:31

Fica no Quase

Rosa Medina


Você fala devagar
Como quem quer ir embora
Mas deixa a porta entreaberta
E o perfume na demora

Se fosse pra ser já era
Mas ainda tem coisa no olhar

Fica no quase no meio
Nem céu nem chão inteiro
Fica no toque que não vem
Na saudade que não tem nome também

O silêncio entre a gente
É mais forte que um não
Você sorri com os lábios
Mas seus olhos dizem não

E eu finjo que entendo
Mas espero você ficar

Fica no quase no canto
Sem promessa sem pranto
Fica no gesto que não se dá
No abraço que não quer se fechar

Se um dia for tudo ou nada
Talvez eu escolha o nada
Mas até lá…

Fica no quase no meio
No tempo que é só receio
Fica no quase comigo
Mesmo que seja só perigo

CREDITS
Performer: Rosa Medina
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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