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Da Da Dara (Move Yo...
Riko & Tay
Verified Artist
Riko & Tay
Brooklyn-born duo Riko & Tay are here to shake up the music scene with their infectious blend of funk, afrobeat, and modern dance-pop. Combining bold charisma with undeniable chemistry, these two childhood friends grew up surrounded by the rhythms of the city, and their music is a reflection of that vibrant, multicultural energy.
Their debut single, "Da Da Dara (Move Your Body)," released under Filodyo Records, is a high-octane anthem designed to get people on their feet. Featuring a driving beat, playful call-and-response vocals, and an irresistible chorus packed with their signature “da da dara” hook, the song became an instant crowd favorite. Critics have called it a “party-starter for a new generation,” and fans can’t get enough of the duo’s electrifying energy.
Riko brings a bold, fiery edge with his commanding vocals and lively stage presence, while Tay balances it with smooth harmonies and a magnetic charm. Together, they create music that’s all about joy, movement, and connection, celebrating the power of rhythm to bring people together.
With their debut EP on the way, Riko & Tay are set to take their place as the new kings of dancefloor funk, proving that when they say “move your body,” you really can’t resist.
Da Da Dara (Move Your Body)
Riko & Tay
Me no care what dem people say
Life too short we dance all day
Feet on fire we don’t stop now
Drum go boom make de rhythm loud
We rise up no fall down
From de dirt we wear de crown
Heartbeat strong we feel de vibe
Dis da way we come alive!
Da da dara dat dat da
Move yuh body shake yuh wah!
Da da dara hey hey ha
Dance till morning don’t say nah!
Moonlight shine on we golden skin
De beat don’t stop de groove begin
Hands up high we feel so free
Tonight we write we history
We rise up no fall down
From de dirt we wear de crown
Heartbeat strong we feel de vibe
Dis da way we come alive!
Da da dara dat dat da
Move yuh body shake yuh wah!
Da da dara hey hey ha
Dance till morning don’t say nah!
Hear de conga feel de sound
De rhythm spin us round and round
We go higher to de sky
Dis de way we always fly!
Da da dara dat dat da
Move yuh body shake yuh wah!
Da da dara hey hey ha
Dance till morning don’t say nah!
CREDITS
Performer: Riko & Tay
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Mystery
Leo Kensington
Verified Artist
Leo Kensington
Leo Kensington, hailing from the sunflower fields of Kansas, has been lighting up local music stages as a pop-funk artist. This sprightly talent is especially known for his catchy tune, "Mystery," which has been described by fans as "a melodious enigma wrapped in quirkiness."
Kensington started his journey nimbly, strumming his makeshift cereal-box guitar while still in diapers (although not particularly in tune). His love for beats and rhythms was nurtured by the swaying wheat fields around his childhood home. Thus, bread was not the only good thing that came out of the humble Kansas wheat fields; they also gave us this ear-popping, funky melody maker.
In the local circuit, Kensington is revered for his dynamic performances which are akin to watching a tornado onstage - wildly exciting, immensely entertaining, yet always leaving you with a sense of awe. Ever the unpredictable, Kensington spiced up a rather bland Tuesday evening when he performed "Mystery" dressed as a unicorn. Yes, an actual unicorn. It was this sort of playful, eccentric ambiance that set Kensington apart.
Leo continues to electrify the local Kansas music scene, his songs resonating from every corner bar to county fair. His energy, stage presence, and charming charisma, accompanied by the unforgettable riff of "Mystery", ensures that one never forgets the name Leo Kensington. His exciting rise and the captivating persona undoubtedly make him one to watch. After all, who can resist a funktastic unicorn from Kansas?
Mystery
Leo Kensington
Why does it hurt
To hope? (Mmm ooh ooh ooh)
Why does it hurt?
(Let it out)
To hope? (Ayy ayy)
Why does it hurt
Why does it hurt?
(Ooh ooh ooh)
I love you like the segments
On the news
Cut between the stories of the hood
The heroes
And the glues
Seen and see-through
I could
Read the room
The sky turned red
The stage was vast
The moon took center view
And so did you
Why does it hurt
To hope? (Mmm ooh ooh ooh)
Why does it hurt?
(Let it out)
To hope?
(Ayy ayy)
Why does it hurt?
Why I'm supposed to hope
That things will change?
Keep thinkin' things will settle
As I get older with age
Huh but nothin's never been the same
So in the meantime
Might as well let 'em know my name
And I ain't gon' waste a second
So baby
Show me somethin' that I need for now
I don't mean to use you till I turn around
But maybe you might find you wanna stick
Around
Got so many skeletons inside my closet
That I don't go past October
'Cause if I start lookin' around
Might not come back till the fall is over
Like ooh ooh ooh
CREDITS
Performer: Leo Kensington
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Best Night Ever
Leo Marlow
Verified Artist
Leo Marlow
Leo Marlow, an artist whose music seems to philosophize the dew on the grass with his songs, began his journey amid the high-stakes intensity of Brit-pop. Launching his career initially as the luminary of a Brit-pop boy band that didn't reach the stratospheric heights intended, he managed to transform his career path in the most unexpected way. Rising from the ashes of a failed group, he learnt to echo his own feelings while showcasing vulnerability, thus crafting a musical legacy that was wholly his own.
Based in the enchanting city of Manchester, Marlow has certainly found his unique sound, a harmonious blend of classic and contemporary. The artist serves as a sonic architect, masterfully constructing retro-futuristic synth landscapes that capture the essence of loneliness universally felt, yet seldom depicted so eloquently in music. The wistful melancholy of his music, tinged by synths, creates an environment as expansive as the cosmos yet as intimate as a whispered secret. His power to convey emotions and experiences with profound depth sets him sincerely apart.
One of Marlow's most notable musical creations is the ode "Best Night Ever". The track serves as an entrancing journey through Marlow's sombre narratives to the sound of shimmering synth-pop. Even whilst conjuring the myriad of emotions embedded in personal loss, "Best Night Ever" paradoxically stands as an alluring anthem for unforgettable nights and the ephemeral moments that make life so magical. It's an apt testament to Marlow's extraordinary ability to portray the human condition through his music, and certainly highlights why his magnificent sound continues to resonate with audiences far beyond Manchester's confines.
Best Night Ever
Leo Marlow
Three hours at a house party (Three)
I'm so over it (Ooh)
What we gonna do? (Uh)
We don't need this ****
Me and my ****** in the corner (Yeah)
Sippin' our liquor (Yeah)
What we gonna do? (Yeah)
Girl what we gonna do?
And she said
"Don't you worry girl I got a plan
We gonna get out of here girl and
Head to the beach we'll be there by ten
The boys are gonna meet us yeah they're bringin' their friends"
It's the best night ever
We're all together I won't forget
How we turned that *****
Into the best night ever
How could I ever? It's permanent
All because my friend said
[Post-Chorus]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Three days in Miami
The vibe was right (Ooh)
Damn we had fun (Ooh)
On a Wednesday night
Me and my bitches in a section (Yeah)
At the strip club (Yeah)
Boys throwin' up (Yeah)
It's a real good night
And she said
"Don't you worry girl I got a plan
We gonna get out of here girl and
Head to the beach we'll be there by ten
The boys are gonna meet us yeah they're bringin' their friends"
CREDITS
Performer: Leo Marlow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Albion
Erik Lindholm
Verified Artist
Erik Lindholm
Swedish born and dance-floor dominator, Erik Lindholm, boasts a temperament as lively as his pulsating bass lines. His sonic sensibilities, threaded through every groove in his heart-thumping dance maestro, are as intriguing as the tale of his journey to the top of the beat kingdom.
Raised in the heart of Gothenburg, Lindholm's coming-of-age could be likened to a groovy scandi-noir episode spiced with Abba tracks. His gruff but supportive Fishmonger father, Olaf, served up his son's first taste of rhythm with the flick of his filleting knife, while his samba-loving mother, Ingrid, nurtured his love for infectious cadence. Schooldays were filled with misadventures involving tin-can drum sets, impromptu corridor concerts, and confiscated mixtapes. Bet his bemused math teacher never guessed this rebel with a cause would rise as a dance music sovereign.
Advertising his outright refusal to be pigeonholed, Lindholm's "Albion" is more than an axiom of his sound, it's a representation of his relentless pursuit of reinvention. This dance-infused ode to joy, shimmers with synths, pulsates with kinetic beats and is as intoxicating as a round of round-the-clock-midsummer-Swedish-sunshine. It's a rollicking auditory journey aptly capturing his carpe diem approach to making people move and groove.
Erik Lindholm's music vividly paints a colorful backdrop of effervescent vibes and infectious enthusiasm. And while we could end this with something delightfully corny like, "this Scandinavian sensation is dancing to the beat of his own drum machine," let's leave it at this - Lindholm lives to make hearts thump in sync with his beats, and folks, he sure succeeds.
Albion
Erik Lindholm
Why do great times feel so silent
Why do doormen wear rags
Why do women in love
Feel so dead
In a dead world why do great times feel so silent
Over ripped sheet music why do doormen wear rags
On the Pavonia sewers why do women in love
Feel so dead in a dead world
Where Albion is silent where Albion is silent
Why do great times feel so silent
Why do doormen wear rags
Why do women in love
Feel so dead
Why is our pretty nurse standing there
Why that sorry expression on the face of her lover
So I spake to him of womankind
I said here council's floral it svours like the thyme
He said
How could you blame me when I told you it was her
I said
And we know the truth
You're a lover like your father
Later in the painting room as Ripper's painting light
Comes the lover placed by my hand
On the canvas of our wedding night
There a similitude derues your lover's blush tonight
As her florescent eyes explore mine
So remember even flowers are suseptible to night
CREDITS
Performer: Erik Lindholm
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Plastic Skies & Pap...
Romi Sage
Verified Artist
Romi Sage
Romi Sage doesn't chase the spotlight — he teases it. With a smirk behind every lyric and a groove under every syllable, Romi walks the fine line between smooth and subversive. Born in Lisbon and raised between record shops and rooftop parties, he grew up idolizing the effortless cool of Prince, the rhythmic swagger of George Michael, and the punchy charm of early 2000s pop.
His voice slides — not in haste, but in style. It dances over slap basslines and syncopated guitar licks like it’s dodging commitment. Romi doesn’t just sing about love; he dissects it with irony, flirts with it, then leaves it on read. His stage presence is magnetic — not because he demands attention, but because he never asks for it.
Beneath the glam and glitter, though, there’s always a crack. That’s where Romi shines the most — in the clever melancholy, the playful ache, the smile that knows better. His performances are less about perfection, more about pulse.
Plastic Skies & Paper Towns isn’t a love song. It’s a stylish spiral — romantic delusion in disco heels. It's funk with a wink. And with Romi Sage at the mic, it’s impossible to ignore.
Plastic Skies & Paper Towns
Romi Sage
Got a signal in my toaster
Dreams leaking from my shoes
City spins like a record
But I ain’t dancing to their news
Billboards flashing answers
To the questions I ain't asked
Everyone’s got mirrors
But no one sees past the mask
They sell the future in a box
With plastic trees and ticking clocks
But I want rhythm I want roots
Not just apps in leather boots
Under plastic skies in paper towns
We keep movin’ up but we’re fallin’ down
(Oh no no)
Truth’s on mute and the beat's too loud
Still I groove through this synthetic crowd
Yeah I'm slidin’ through your static minds
Moonwalkin' past the warning signs
(Whoa-oh)
If the world’s a trip—don’t need to land
I’ll funk my way won’t play your brand
I met a monk in a mirror maze
He said “Peace comes with purple haze”
I traded coins for inner sight
But they charged me tax on neon light
Don’t feed me fear in chrome disguise
Don’t sell me dreams with barcode eyes
I ain’t your data I ain’t your plan
I’m a barefoot soul in a traffic jam
Under plastic skies in paper towns
We keep movin’ fast just to circle 'round
(Hey hey!)
Truth’s gone rogue and the beat’s profound
Still I glide through your algorithm crown
Yeah I’m rollin’ in my analog mind
Flippin’ signals they left behind
(Whoa-oh)
If the world’s a glitch I’ll funk the code
Got cosmic shoes and no fixed road
CREDITS
Performer: Romi Sage
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
Verified Artist
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.
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
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You Walked Away
Jules Starlight Mercer
Verified Artist
Jules Starlight Mercer
Meet Jules Starlight Mercer, a dynamite indie-pop artist straight from the heartland of Starlight City. Known for his high-energy beats and infectious charm, he's setting the music scene alight, one glitter trail at a time.
This stellar dude is full of surprises. Not only does he pen and perform heart-popping tracks like the notorious banger "You Walked Away", but he also moonlights at a local music store. Proof his universe truly revolves around melodic notes. Oh, and did we mention he's rumored to have joined NBA legend LeBron James on some killer bike tours? Little more than a whisper doing the rounds, but let's just say we wouldn't be surprised.
When you listen to a Jules Starlight Mercer track, you're promised boundless fun, toe-tapping rhythms, and a ray of sunshine, whatever the weather. This lad makes music that's bright and buoyant as a bounce house, tunes that just scream 'happy', leaving you grinning like a Cheshire cat.
So, folks, buckle up, because Jules Starlight Mercer is a shooting star, ready to leap from the local scene to the galaxy cluster of superstars. You might want to keep your eyes (and ears) on this one!
You Walked Away
Jules Starlight Mercer
Streetlights flicker they know your face
Dancin’ alone in this crowded place
You slipped away where the silence grows
In this empty cage where the cold wind blows
(Oh-oh-oh yeah!)
Heart’s still yearnin’ can’t let it go
In this empty space I’m losin’ control
(Whoa-oh!)
You walked away left me in the fire
Burnin’ through the nights chasin’ desire
Dreams like ashes scatter in the air
But I’m still here caught in your snare
(Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh!)
(Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh!)
Flickerin’ visions of what we had
Now it’s all gone just a touch so sad
I hear your voice but it’s far away
In this twisted game I’m forced to play
(Oh-oh-oh yeah!)
Heart’s still yearnin’ can’t let it go
In this empty space I’m losin’ control
(Whoa-oh!)
You walked away left me in the fire
Burnin’ through the nights chasin’ desire
Dreams like ashes scatter in the air
But I’m still here caught in your snare
(Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh!)
(Whoa-oh!)
Every step you take I’m fallin’ behind
In this shattered world no peace to find
(Whoa-oh!)
You walked away left me in the fire
Burnin’ through the nights chasin’ desire
Dreams like ashes scatter in the air
But I’m still here caught in your snare
(Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh!)
(Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh!)
In the silence I hear your name
But it’s just an echo a ghostly flame
(Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh!)
CREDITS
Performer: Jules Starlight Mercer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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No Right Time
Lena Wilder
Verified Artist
Lena Wilder
New York is the incubator of many dreamers, and for one Lena Wilder, it proved to be the perfect breeding ground. Lena wasn't always in the limelight; she was just another New Yorker making a living as a sales assistant in one of the city's bustling clothing stores. As she tended to racks of distressed denim and oversize knits, she wore her dreams like her favorite band tees - close to her heart but visible for the world to see. Little did her customers know that they were interacting with a voice that would someday weave an influential part of their city's sonic fabric. After all, the Big Apple isn't shy about tucking its future stars behind a discount rack, now is it?
Once her work shift ended, Lena would swap her clothing tag gun for a guitar pick and the sales floor for a stage, performing at local venues as a side gig. Here, she felt at home, strumming her guitar under the dim hue of stage lights, her soulful voice permeating the evening air with songs straight from the heart. One of her most notable songs being "No Right Time," which came as a result of a humorous debate with an ex-lover about the "right time" to eat a breakfast burrito (spoiler alert: Lena thinks it's anytime!). This feel-good declaration of burrito sovereignty soon became an anthem for heartache, nostalgia, and the taste of freedom, encapsulating her music's raw essence, which is a delicate balance between heartwarming relatability and the gritty reality.
Through all these, Lena Wilder has managed to remain notoriously elusive behind a veil of unassuming simplicity. She reminds us that the artist's journey isn't found in shiny CDs or platinum records, but in those quiet moments behind a store counter, under a spotlight in a dimly lit bar, or even in an argument over a breakfast burrito. Because in the end, the right time to chase your dreams – just like eating a breakfast burrito – is anytime!
No Right Time
Lena Wilder
[Intro]
(Clock ticks loud when you're not calling
Nights taste dry can't fake stalling)
Tried cold coffee just to feel something
Streetlight flicker — not a sign just buzzing
You left shoes under my old desk
I stepped around 'em like we never met
Told my friends I’m feeling fine
(They don’t ask much anymore)
Scroll your name don’t hit “reply”
Still stuck knocking at a closed door
No right time to fall apart (ahh yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (mm-mm)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(yeah yeah yeah)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ohhh ooooh na-na
Keys in the bowl still turn for yours
Voicemail full I still record
You liked silence I liked shows
Talked through credits missed the lows
Now your jacket's in a bag I keep
Next to sweaters I don’t wear to sleep
Lied to strangers I don’t know
(Said I’ve burned your old photos)
Truth is folded in my coat
Every plan comes back to “almost”
No right time to fall apart (ahh yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (whoa-oh)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(yeah yeah)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ooooh you stay—na-na
Nothing broke at once it peeled
Like paint left out too long revealed
I didn’t cry but I still feel
Your side cold when nights turn real
No right time to fall apart (yeah yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (mmh)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(can’t lie)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ooooh (stay gone) na-na-na
CREDITS
Performer: Lena Wilder
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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The Land of No Tomo...
Marco Bellini
Verified Artist
Marco Bellini
Meet Marco Bellini, the gleaming lone star of the independent dance scene, making you forget any sorrow with his upbeat tunes. Born and raised under the swaying palm trees of Naples, Italy, Bellini crafts sonic euphoria like no other.
Our man Bellini did not find his love in the stomping grounds of Naples’ electrifying night scene. Instead, the sun-soaked streets, vibrant markets, and the rhythmic cadence of the Mediterranean waves stirred something deep. This culminated in his irresistible brainchild—"The Land of No Tomorrow"—a track so hopelessly optimistic that it made the Billboard's 'Sad Songs' list for the sheer irony.
Marco, with his deft touch, keeps it simple—'Simple is the new sexy,' he once quipped, half-twirling his pencil-thin moustache. He convinces you there's always a dance party waiting around the corner, even in a world that often sounds like a broken record. His tunes are a sonic Piña Colada—sweet, refreshing, and leaving you high on life. As Marco himself proclaims, "a tempo that resonates with the heartbeat of joy, that's my journey's end."
The Land of No Tomorrow
Marco Bellini
There's a place where I can go
When I feel the world closing in
Take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
Where no one's ever been
I know I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
And it feels like I'm falling
But you tell me I'm flying
I was feeling so low
Now you got me high
I know I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
'Cause when I am with you
There's no sadness or sorrow
I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
CREDITS
Performer: Marco Bellini
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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What’s It Made Of?
LYA
Verified Artist
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.
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
© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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Sweaty Eddie
Luna Vespera
Verified Artist
Luna Vespera
Luna Vespera is a vibrant songstress hailing from the cobblestone streets of Paris, where she relocated from her native Lithuania due to her husband's engineering endeavors. Nothing spells "for better, for worse" like swapping the charm of Lithuanian landscapes for the lights of the Eiffel Tower. She's made a name for herself in the music industry, not just by gracing the city of love with her sound, but also through her amazing work with Filodyo – her sponsoring record label. As they say, even in Paris, show business is still business, which Luna handles beautifully in her Parisian serenade.
Known for her unique blend of melodic soundscapes, Luna's craft expands beyond just being a songbird. She's a veritable jack-of-all-trades, with a love for electronic digital audio workstations – think of her as a musical Da Vinci, blending art, technology, and a bit of joie de vivre. In fact, voice acting artist is another feather in her beret - a talent that adds an extra layer of richness to her music. If being a multi-talented songstress was a sport, Luna would undoubtedly be in the world league.
One of Luna Vespera's most popular hits is the contagiously rhythmic "Sweaty Eddie." Just like its name might suggest, the track delivers a charismatic, dance-infused anthem that gets listeners energized - and possibly a little sweaty. With its irresistible beats and Luna's honeyed voice, it's a firm favorite on Paris's lively music scene, and certainly, a defining element of Luna's growing musical legacy.
So, there you have it – Luna Vespera. The name to know in the Parisian music scene; an enchanting songstress with the charm of the old world and the pulse of the new. Stay tuned for the release of her next electronic ballad. Bonne écoute!
Sweaty Eddie
Luna Vespera
Wow
Spiritus
It goes a long way
I've just been livin' it
Riskin' it all
Had a vision I was gonna come up swingin' it
Kissin' goodbye
Won't you switch up for me
Envision this for a minute
Get the grin off your cheek
I'm tired of listenin'
But I'm clappin' along
When you're so kind to me
Glad to meet you
You're so kind
I saw the stone wall crumblin'
I saw the main stage settlin' down
Bird-watchin'
Moon howlin'
Let me see
Ooh
Sweaty Eddie
You could be lucky now
Hoppin' on the bandwagon
Sweaty Eddie
Stop for me now
Servin' a turn
As it happens
Sweaty Eddie
You could be lovely now
Hoppin' on the bandwagon
Sweaty Eddie
I see now
Take it in stride as it passes
Drop the pretenses
As the world relapses
Misunderstandings
Up in the attic
Pick it up
Pick it up
Carry it tall now
Oh my
Have we ever met before? I swear that I know it
Could I have a little bit more? I've gotten to know you quite well
I can see it comin' on
Now you're convinced
If you want me to
Convince me
Sweaty Eddie
You could be lucky now
Hoppin' on the bandwagon
Sweaty Eddie
Stop for me now
Servin' a turn
As it happens
Sweaty Eddie
You could be lovely now
Hoppin' on the bandwagon
Sweaty Eddie
I see now
Take it in stride as it passes
Have we ever met before? I swear that I know it
Could I have a little bit more? I've gotten to know you
It's quite alright
I can see it comin' on
Now you're convinced
Convince me
CREDITS
Performer: Luna Vespera
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.