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I Carry Your Love
The Syrphids
Verified Artist
The Syrphids
The Syrphids’ journey began in the vibrant streets of Birmingham, where their distinct sound emerged from a collision of personal influences and bold experimentation.
Each member brings a unique flavor to the band's overall dynamic—blending raw, emotive vocals with intricate guitar riffs, rhythmic basslines, and atmospheric synth layers. Their music strikes a balance between the unpredictability of alternative rock and the infectious melodies of indie pop, creating an eclectic sound that is both challenging and accessible.
What sets The Syrphids apart is their ability to navigate complex emotional themes, delivering lyrics that resonate deeply while still maintaining an undeniably catchy, crowd-pleasing vibe.
Their live performances are a spectacle of energy and emotion, where their chemistry as a band shines brightest. The Syrphids have a knack for turning intimate venues into electrifying spaces, with each song building on the momentum of the last.
Their setlists are carefully curated to take listeners on a journey—whether it's through soulful ballads that tug at heartstrings or high-octane anthems that ignite the crowd. This ability to command the stage has earned them a growing fanbase, not just in Birmingham but across the UK, with audiences captivated by their authenticity and musical craftsmanship.
As The Syrphids look toward the future, their ambitions are clear: to continue evolving their sound while staying true to the experimental roots that first brought them together. With several EPs already under their belt and plans for a full-length album on the horizon, the band is poised to break through to even broader audiences.
Their commitment to innovation, coupled with their undeniable talent, ensures that The Syrphids will continue to be a force in the indie music scene, challenging conventions and capturing the hearts of listeners around the world.
I Carry Your Love
The Syrphids
Your laugh carves through the haze
Like sunlight in a frozen frame
I walked the road of fire and blades
Traced the letters of your name
Through storms that raged and skies that bled
Every fight every word unsaid
I carry your love like a shield I wear (a fortress unbroken)
Through the fight through despair you're always there (my constant flame)
No chain can bind no storm can tear (unyielding undying)
You're the reason I breathe this air
A fleeting glance the spark remains
In the shadows your light sustains
You held me close when the dark would call
Fingers traced where my fears would crawl
Every stumble was a climb to fall
Every smile was the reason for it all
(the reason for it all)
We bent but never broke in two
Each wound healed stronger thanks to you
I carry your love like a shield I wear (a fortress unbroken)
Through the fight through despair you're always there (my constant flame)
No chain can bind no storm can tear (unyielding undying)
You're the reason I breathe this air
Through the ashes through the fire
You’re the spark my sole desire
The fight may end the road may turn
But for your love my heart will burn
CREDITS
Performer: The Syrphids
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Control
Mateo Lux
Verified Artist
Mateo Lux
Mateo Lux is a rising voice in contemporary electronic pop, blending sleek production with raw emotional intensity. Born with a natural flair for performance, he crafts music that balances dancefloor energy with lyrical depth. His debut single, Control, showcases a magnetic mix of pulsing rhythms and hypnotic melodies, setting the tone for a bold artistic journey ahead.
Discovered by Hakan E. for Filodyo, Mateo brings an unapologetic confidence to every note he sings. His style captures both vulnerability and power, creating an atmosphere that draws listeners into his world. With Control, he isn’t just introducing himself—he’s making a statement, marking the arrival of a distinctive new talent destined to leave a lasting imprint on modern music.
Control
Mateo Lux
Yeah
Mm-hmm
Turn it up
Uh
Let’s go
Step in — heat rise
No rules — my side
You move — I lead
One look — you’re mine
Hands on — don’t hide
We ride — midnight
Your pulse — my beat
You fall — my feet
I got control control control control
You want it slow slow slow slow
I make you go go go go
You lose it — oh oh oh oh
Eyes lock — no doubt
Lights fade — we’re loud
One step — we burn
Two steps — return
Your breath — my flame
No fear — no shame
Your hands — can’t stay
My voice — your way
I got control control control control
You want it slow slow slow slow
I make you go go go go
You lose it — oh oh oh oh
You say you ready — I say prove it
You say you steady — I say move it
You cross the line — I pull you closer
One more time — game over
Control (control)
Control (control)
Control (control)
Control (control)
I got control control control control (yeah)
You want it slow slow slow slow (uh-huh)
I make you go go go go (let’s go)
You lose it — oh oh oh oh (yeah yeah)
Yeah…
Control
Mm-hmm
Fade out…
CREDITS
Performer: Mateo Lux
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Call Dropped at 3 AM
Eli Varnish
Verified Artist
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.
Call Dropped at 3 AM
Eli Varnish
Alright…
Yeah yeah don’t tune it too much
Let it breathe
Okay… one two…
Woke up late with the room still shaking
Ashtray full of things I didn’t say
Mirror asks me for an explanation
I tell it “man not today”
Shoes by the door still smell like last night
Clock keeps lying I let it talk
City hums in a crooked rhythm
Like it learned that walk from me
Hey bass… keep it walking
Yeah like that
Don’t rush it
Every plan I make shows up half dressed
Every promise comes out second best
If I fall behind the beat again
Just leave some space I’ll land it then
This ain’t a straight line it sways and bends
It trips on truth then calls it a friend
If I sound wrong don’t fix it too soon
That’s where the story sneaks through
Yeah this ain’t clean this ain’t controlled
It’s a loose wire looking for a soul
Play it wrong play it loud play it true
That’s all this blues knows how to do
Hold up…
Let the horn say something
Yeah… go on
(long slide in slightly late)
Mmm… listen
Man… that thing’s complaining
Let him talk
I’m almost done… almost
Sorry… not sorry
(rimshot)
There’s a voice in my head clapping off time
Says “You always push you never wait”
I said “If I slow down I might notice
Everything I try to escape”
Barroom light keeps flickering jokes
Like it knows where I’ve been
Every sound wants a turn at the mic
Even the quiet wants in
Yeah… that’s it
Don’t smooth it out
No no
If this night’s a gamble I roll it bent
Lose my balance call it intent
Break the rule then play it twice
Mess it up till it sounds right
This ain’t a straight line it sways and bends
Falls apart then stands again
If my voice cracks just let it through
That’s what it came here to do
Yeah this ain’t neat this ain’t polite
It’s just breath fighting with the night
Play it wrong play it loud play it true
That’s all this blues knows how to do
Alright…
Don’t stop it
Let it ring
Yeah… that’s enough
CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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This Isn’t Love
Chris Nate
Verified Artist
Chris Nate
Meet Chris Nate, the alternative tunesmith you've probably never heard of, but will soon be unable to live without. Emerging from the vibrant music scene of Nashville, this little-known troubadour is steadily carving a niche for himself in the wide world of alternative music.
Chris is notoriously bashful about his origins but will tell you this: the fundamental building blocks of his music lie not in Nashville's sing-and-clap heartland, but on the rhythmic streets of his namesake city, Natchitoches, Louisiana. Every song seems to skate effortlessly across bayou blues and backwater folk rock, all while maintaining the ebullient tone that is so very Chris Nate.
It's no surprise that this seemingly scattershot blend of influences works so well given the success of his track, "This Isn't Love." A merry jaunt that dares to ask, 'What if love was more like playing jazz on a banjo in space?’ Delivered with a wink, a nod, and most crucially, a tie-dye shirt, the song is a festival of joy that will have listeners tapping their feet while crying laughter tears.
So, grab your headphones and give Chris Nate a spin. Here’s an artist whose music won’t just tickle your ears, but might just tickle your funny bone as well. He's serving up slices of life with a side of melody, and it's a recipe that's simply too tasty to resist. And if that isn’t love, well, this isn’t a biography. Or is it? Chris Nate might make you question everything. Everything except for his expertise in creating cheerfully menagerie tunes, that is.
This Isn’t Love
Chris Nate
Your keys on my floor like secrets we ignore
Talk cheap in the kitchen but silence said more
Late bites blurred lines
We orbit what we can’t define
And I don’t ask you to stay
But you never walk away
Ooh—ohh—caught in that delay
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
The door’s half closed your shadow blends
Routine strangers no need to pretend
Unread texts skipped calls
But still I’m there when you fall
I won’t hold out a map
You keep tracing the gap
Mm—yeah—holding what we lack
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
Words don’t heal in stereo
We play roles we’ll never know
But I’d still let it repeat—mmm—aah
Ahh—mmm—breathe in the mess
Still tethered nothing less
[Final Chorus]
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
(Uhh!) crash not intent
CREDITS
Performer: Chris Nate
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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There is Power in R...
Nadia Petrova
Verified Artist
Nadia Petrova
Sit back, close your eyes, and let Nadia Petrova's dancy beats stir your soul. Heralding from the land of vodka and chilly winters, this indie dance titan is brewing storms with her ethereal vibes and boogie-powered anthems.
Gymnast by day and club sensation by night, Nadia's life is as rhythmic as her pulsating dance tracks. Originally intending to represent her motherland in a sporting event, the rhythmic allure of the synthesizer provided a detour, and she hasn't looked back since. A sucker for routine, she realized that there is intrinsic beauty in repetition—thus was born the mega-hit "There is Power in Routine."
Her music is a paradox, as comforting as the predictable tick-tock of a clock, and as thrilling as a train ride through strobe-lit tunnels. Nadia brings cheer disco-jumping out of her turntable, crafting happy dance tunes that are as infectious as the common cold.
Nadia Petrova is certainly not your average Russian spy. Injecting the world of dance music with a hearty dose of happiness, her infectious and playful beats revive the spirit of an ancient Russian proverb: "Who does not jump, is not Russian." Dance on, comrades!
There is Power in Routine
Nadia Petrova
Life is only fun with a plan
Like a working woman the way I'm back again
With every morning goin' to a tango
Hella cute in my heels and I glide it solo
There is power in routine
Strong woman in the street
Sets me free
Liberty
There is power in routine
Our getaway is tailored up tight
You beg for an escape and there's no thought behind those eyes
Go again and again and again 'cause I like
Ooh I like
There is power in routine
Strong woman in the street
Sets me free
Liberty
There is power in routine
Mmh
Ooh
Mmh
Ooh
There is power in routine
Strong woman in the street
Sets me free
Liberty
There is power in routine
CREDITS
Performer: Nadia Petrova
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Kiss Me When I'm Lying
Romeo Vane
Verified Artist
Romeo Vane
"Romeo Vane: at the ripe age of 25, this American pop-rock comet is shooting across the Alternative universe, spreading hope with doses of edgy authenticity. Born and bred in the sonic heartland of the Windy City, he’s a Chicagoan with an unapologetic knack for compelling narratives and an obsession for truth.
Whether it's life's sharp corners or the soft bruises of love, Romeo Vane's got a knack for rolling them into tunes that blend breezy alt-rock melodies with the raw, gritty flavor of pop. His stage name isn't for show; Romeo comes with a romantic bravado that'd make Shakespeare blush, and the barbed tongue of a true Windy City native. Just tune into "Kiss Me When I'm Lying" - it's less of a song, more a rollercoaster ride through hope, heartbreak, and hilariously serious self-deprecation.
Despite his youth, he's seen more than enough of life's ups and downs, packaging the human experience into easily digestible nuggets of melodic wisdom. Romeo Vane’s music is the kind that makes you call your ex at 2 a.m., cry a little, laugh a lot, and still believe in the dream of a better dawn. Now, how's that for a self-made, alternative songwriter from the city that never sleeps?"
Kiss Me When I'm Lying
Romeo Vane
You taste like trouble and cheap red wine
Black boots kicking off the dashboard side
Your hair messed up and your friends outside
Small town talk but we move too fast
Everybody staring when we walk past
You laugh loud when the speakers break
Steal my jacket like a little game
Hands cold wrapped around my neck
You say “relax” then make a mess
Oh-oh
Don’t stop now
Oh-oh
Spin me around
Kiss me when I’m lying
Tell me I’m your type
We can fake forever for a Friday night
(Yeah yeah)
Your lipstick on my cigarette
Your number in my head again
One look and I lose control
Like whoa-oh-oh
Taxi doors and buzzing amps
Cheap hotel and tangled hands
Your dance moves cutting through the room
Everybody watching you
Low lights flicker on your rings
You move sharp to the kick drum beat
Every word got attitude
God you make bad ideas look cool
No sleep
Heartbeat
Fast lane
On repeat
Kiss me when I’m lying
Tell me I’m your type
We can fake forever for a Friday night
(Hey hey)
Your perfume on my leather coat
You pull away then pull me close
One touch and I lose control
Like whoa-oh-oh
Bad habits look good on you
Too much smoke in the dressing room
Red lights blur when you bite your lip
Whole damn room start losing it
Kiss me when I’m lying
Dance into the light
Young hearts burning through the after-midnight
(Yeah yeah)
Your name stuck like a melody
Wild eyes full of energy
One kiss and the whole world spins
Again and again
Black boots
Backseat
Your laugh
Still on me
CREDITS
Performer: Romeo Vane
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Time to Get Loose
Martian Mark
Verified Artist
Martian Mark
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.
Time to Get Loose
Martian Mark
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Hit the floor
Drop it low
Raise the roof
Lose control
Time to go
Take it slow
Bring it back
Give me more
No need to run
Baby
Don't be scared
The night's still young
We can dance all night
When it gets to be too much
Let the bass kick in
When you're feeling out of touch
Let the bass kick in
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Find a way
Take a chance
Turn around
Take my hand
We can go
Find a place
Move your body
Pick up the pace
No need to run
Baby
Don't be scared
The night's still young
We can dance all night
When it gets to be too much
Let the bass kick in
When you're feeling out of touch
Let the bass kick in
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
CREDITS
Performer: Martian Mark
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Desert Frequency
Alia Bergen
Verified Artist
Alia Bergen
Alia Bergen, an emerging name in the vibrant dance music scene of Amsterdam, weaves together elements of house and electronic with a distinctly intimate touch. With her warm analog bass lines and punchy kick patterns, Alia invites listeners into her sonic world, where airy vocals dance over lush stereo pads and subtle piano stabs create an enveloping atmosphere. Her latest track, "Desert Frequency," embodies this spirit, coupling hopeful and playful themes with evolving textures that pulse with life. The organic darbuka grooves layered beneath modern house rhythms add a unique rhythmic complexity that sets her apart.
Hailing from a background steeped in musical exploration, Alia began her journey by collaborating with local musicians who shared her passion for combining traditional sounds with contemporary beats. Their initial meetings at open mic nights sparked a creative partnership that would lead to the formation of her solo project. Each track in her catalog, including future releases poised to build on the success of "Desert Frequency," explores themes of connection and intimacy, often capturing fleeting moments with poetic lyricism that resonates deeply with her audience.
In Alia's music, every sound serves a purpose—whether it's the shimmering plucks that evoke a sense of wonder or the playful slaps that drive the energy forward. Her ability to blend sensuality with inspiration creates an inviting landscape for listeners, making them feel as if they are part of an unfolding narrative. As she continues to develop her craft and refine her artistic identity, Alia Bergen remains committed to producing tracks that inspire joy and connection through rhythm and melody.
Desert Frequency
Alia Bergen
Glass on the shoreline
Silver on skin
The night keeps folding
As the rhythm pulls us in
Every street is breathing slower
Windows shimmer then disappear
You don't have to say forever
You're already here
One more step
One more spark
One more pulse across the dark
No destination
Only motion
Floating where the bass begins
Higher
Take me where the skyline bends
Higher
Nothing has to make sense
We move
Like the tide beneath the light
Higher
Till tomorrow loses sight
Dust rises softly
Under every heel
Ancient echoes
Wrapped in something new and real
Hands cut circles through the silence
Every heartbeat shifts its place
No one owns this second
No one leaves a trace
The air keeps turning
Round and round
Every shadow finds a sound
No gravity
No history
Just the rhythm underneath
We don't chase the sunrise
We become the color
One breath
One horizon
Nothing louder
Higher
Lift the night above the ground
Higher
Feel the silence singing loud
We move
Where the desert meets the sea
Higher
You and the frequency
Higher
Only the frequency
CREDITS
Performer: Alia Bergen
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Life Feels Like Mor...
The Faded Ticket Booth
Verified Artist
The Faded Ticket Booth
The Faded Ticket Booth is a four-piece Scottish acoustic group built around a warm, narrative-driven female vocal. Their music leans into everyday poetry rather than spectacle: upright bass, brushed drums, clean acoustic guitar, and voices that feel like shared conversation rather than performance. They sound like a street you’ve walked before but can’t quite place, a melody you remember without knowing when you heard it.
They formed on the quieter edges of Edinburgh’s busking circuits, shaping their sound in places where attention isn’t guaranteed — doorways, market corners, the brief hush that follows passing footsteps. That background taught them presence without volume; phrasing without force; sincerity without staging. Their arrangements remain intentionally uncluttered, preferring atmosphere over punch.
Influenced by the acoustic honesty of late-80s British folk-pop and the conversational phrasing of Eddi Reader, they record with a philosophy of leave the human parts in. Light string squeaks, the breath before a high note, the soft brush of a chord change — if it’s true, it stays. The result isn’t retro, but unhurried; not nostalgic, but familiar in a way that feels quietly earned.
Their recorded work is released in a deliberately limited way: not everywhere at once, not across every platform, but carried by NOT FM and Filodyo as their primary homes, where their catalog lives with the same intention as their songwriting. It isn’t framed as exclusivity for the sake of strategy — just a quieter kind of presence, placed where it feels understood.
Life Feels Like Morning
The Faded Ticket Booth
Sunlight pours like honey in my half-awake cup
Steps on the pavement keep lining me up
A soft little rhythm in the turn of the day
Like my heart learned the world had a kinder way
I don’t need a reason the reason found me
In the quiet of the doorway where the street meets the breeze
Life feels like morning like pages turning warm and slow
Love feels like timing like finding what you didn’t know
If the wind ever falters I’ll steady what I can
Life feels like morning again and again
There’s a stray-cat freedom in the corner of the lane
Windows with stories I can’t quite explain
Paper ships in puddles sailing nowhere grand
But isn’t that a voyage when the map’s in your hand?
I don’t need a reason the reason found me
In the hush before the chorus where the skyline agrees
Life feels like morning like pages turning warm and slow
Love feels like timing like finding what you didn’t know
If the wind ever falters I’ll steady what I can
Life feels like morning again and again
Maybe what we call “arrival” is just learning how to stand
Not to conquer every moment just to meet it where we land
Life feels like morning like chairs pulled out and waiting still
Love feels like timing like the echo of a windowsill
If the wind ever falters I’ll steady what I can
Life feels like morning… again and again
CREDITS
Performer: The Faded Ticket Booth
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Better By Half
The Corner Clerks
Verified Artist
The Corner Clerks
The Corner Clerks are a lively three-member band hailing from England, blending elements of ska and rock to create a vibrant sound that resonates with joy and hope. Their music is characterized by playful melodies and upbeat rhythms, perfect for lifting spirits and inspiring listeners. With their debut track, "Better By Half," they set the tone for an engaging catalog that promises to be as uplifting as it is catchy. The Corner Clerks infuse their songs with an infectious energy, making their performances a celebration of life and positivity.
Each member brings a unique flavor to the group, crafting a collective identity that shines through in every track. The band's sound effortlessly fuses alternative rock and pop influences with ska rhythms, resulting in a style that is refreshing and accessible. Lyrically, they focus on themes of optimism and resilience, drawing listeners into a world where challenges are met with a hopeful spirit. Their upbeat tracks invite audiences to dance, sing along, and embrace the lighter side of life.
With plans for more releases on the horizon, The Corner Clerks are poised to carve out a distinct space in the music scene. Their dedication to creating feel-good music sets them apart, ensuring that each new track will carry forth their signature blend of uplifting vibes and catchy hooks. As they continue to develop their sound and expand their repertoire, fans can look forward to an ongoing celebration of happiness through music.
Better By Half
The Corner Clerks
You took the long way home again
Counted every coin you spent
Said the city had no manners
But you kept your Sunday sense
There’s a man at the station
With a paper and a grin
Says the world keeps turning
But nobody clocks in
You had plans on a napkin
Now they’re folded in your coat
You keep laughing at the timing
Like it’s some private joke
There’s a queue at the bakery
There’s a dog outside the bank
There’s a song from a taxi
That you almost want to thank
You don’t need a big answer
You don’t need a grand escape
You just need one decent Tuesday
And a bit less on your plate
So you straighten your collar
Let the bad news pass
Put your hands in your pockets
And you make it last
Not winning not losing
Just doing the math
Some days get better
Better by half
Better by half
That’s good enough
A little less worry
A little more luck
Better by half
No golden plan
Just one more joke
And a steady hand
You don’t need glory
You don’t need proof
Just somebody laughing
At the back of the room
Better by half
That’s good enough
A little less worry
A little more luck
Your cousin had a theory
About getting out clean
Then he bought a small van
And a coffee machine
Now he parks by the market
With his radio low
Says the secret is simple
Never let Monday know
You remember old trouble
With a smile on its face
How it sat beside your future
And took up all the space
But you made a little progress
On a very plain day
Paid one bill sent one message
Threw one bad thought away
So you straighten your collar
Let the bad news pass
Put your hands in your pockets
And you make it last
Not winning not losing
Just doing the math
Some days get better
Better by half
Better by half
That’s good enough
A little less worry
A little more luck
Better by half
No golden plan
Just one more joke
And a steady hand
You don’t need glory
You don’t need proof
Just somebody laughing
At the back of the room
Better by half
That’s good enough
A little less worry
A little more luck
No parade no headline
No speech to rehearse
Just a small kind of fortune
When it could have been worse
You can carry your worries
But loosen the strap
Life may not fix you
But it cuts you some slack
Better by half
That’s good enough
A little less worry
A little more luck
Better by half
No golden plan
Just one more joke
And a steady hand
You don’t need glory
You don’t need proof
Just somebody laughing
At the back of the room
Better by half
That’s good enough
A little less worry
A little more luck
You took the long way home again
Counted every coin you spent
Said the city had no manners
But you kept your Sunday sense
CREDITS
Performer: The Corner Clerks
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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Kiss Me When I'm Lying
Mirov Saint
Verified Artist
Mirov Saint
Meet Mirov Saint, everyone's favorite disco-spinning, beat-making connoisseur of all that is musical and funky. Hailing from a place as elusive as his name suggests, this maestro reigns from the far-flung utopia we like to call Saint Petersburg, crafting soundtracks that make our everyday lives feel like an enchanted fairy tale.
This genteel DJ, signed to Filodyo—shout out to them for recognising raw talent—works nightclub miracles, turning songs into disco-infused enchantments. His pièce de résistance? A cabaret dance cover of Romeo Vane's "Kiss Me When I'm Lying", of course. Because who needs a prince charming when you've got Mirov Saint remixing your life soundtrack?
Behind the decks, he becomes this alchemy wizard, transforming every beat into disco-gold, infusing happiness in every note. Take a gander at Mirov's Spotify. You'll think you've been transported to a Moscow underground disco in the 70s—a place where anxiety is unknown, and the mood is perpetually “Happy”.
So there you have it, folks. Mirov Saint, living proof that disco isn't dead, it's just been chilling in Saint Petersburg, waiting for one wizardly DJ to mix it back to life.
Kiss Me When I'm Lying
Mirov Saint
You taste like trouble and cheap red wine
Black boots kicking off the dashboard side
Your hair messed up and your friends outside
Small town talk but we move too fast
Everybody staring when we walk past
You laugh loud when the speakers break
Steal my jacket like a little game
Hands cold wrapped around my neck
You say “relax” then make a mess
Oh-oh
Don’t stop now
Oh-oh
Spin me around
Kiss me when I’m lying
Tell me I’m your type
We can fake forever for a Friday night
(Yeah yeah)
Your lipstick on my cigarette
Your number in my head again
One look and I lose control
Like whoa-oh-oh
Taxi doors and buzzing amps
Cheap hotel and tangled hands
Your dance moves cutting through the room
Everybody watching you
Low lights flicker on your rings
You move sharp to the kick drum beat
Every word got attitude
God you make bad ideas look cool
No sleep
Heartbeat
Fast lane
On repeat
Kiss me when I’m lying
Tell me I’m your type
We can fake forever for a Friday night
(Hey hey)
Your perfume on my leather coat
You pull away then pull me close
One touch and I lose control
Like whoa-oh-oh
Bad habits look good on you
Too much smoke in the dressing room
Red lights blur when you bite your lip
Whole damn room start losing it
Kiss me when I’m lying
Dance into the light
Young hearts burning through the after-midnight
(Yeah yeah)
Your name stuck like a melody
Wild eyes full of energy
One kiss and the whole world spins
Again and again
Black boots
Backseat
Your laugh
Still on me
CREDITS
Performer: Mirov Saint
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.