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Runway Queen
4 Example
Verified Artist
4 Example
4 Example is a fresh, energetic boy band from California, made up of four young Americans who all share a deep love for the sounds of the 90s. The group’s origin story is as unexpected as it is fun. It all began at a retro-themed 90s party in Los Angeles, where they bonded over their shared admiration for the era’s iconic music. They hit it off immediately, especially when they discovered that all of them were huge Justin Timberlake fans. What started as a karaoke session of *NSYNC classics that night quickly turned into something bigger—a full-fledged boy band, united by their passion for 90s pop.
The group consists of Tyler “T.J.” James, the smooth-talking frontman with a voice that channels Timberlake’s falsettos, Zach "Z" Cooper, the charismatic dancer who brings high-energy choreography to their performances, Jordan West, the laid-back but soulful singer whose harmonies tie everything together, and Ethan Lee, the quiet but musically gifted producer who crafts their catchy beats.
Each member brings their own flair to the group, but together, they create a nostalgic yet modern sound that brings the best of the 90s into the present day.
4 Example quickly gained attention performing at local clubs, 90s tribute nights, and even on TikTok, where their covers of *NSYNC and Backstreet Boys hits blew up. But they didn’t stop there—soon they were writing original music, blending classic boy band vibes with fresh pop beats.
With their talent, charm, and love for the golden era of boy bands, 4 Example is proving that the magic of the 90s still lives on today.
Runway Queen
4 Example
Runway Queen
This Girl?
Oh-ooh-oh
She looked too good
To be doin' this to herself
Runway Queen
Girl that could get it herself
Lady
Who you think helpin' you sell them magazines
Girl?
You got a face that evеn sells that new Maybelline
Girl
And I got it bad
I know that's not a rеal bag
Ain't no way the girl in Hermes with a stealin' tag
If you ever wanna pack
Just let me know
You look too good to be on the covers bein' sold
Runway Queen (Oh yeah strike a pose!)
Runway Queen (Front page centerfold!)
Runway Queen(Ooh you know you run the world!)
Oh-ooh-oh (Let’s go let’s go!)
They crop your smile
But they can't frame who you are
Runway Queen
Caught in the flash like a falling star
Baby
They print your name but they don’t know where you’ve been
Girl
Pages keep turnin’ but you’re stuck in the scene
Girl
And I see the truth
Behind the airbrushed hue
Bet they never show the nights you cried in hotel rooms
If you ever wanna run
Just let me know
You look too good to be a story they control
Runway Queen (Oh yeah strike a pose!)
Runway Queen (Front page centerfold!)
Runway Queen(Ooh you know you run the world!)
Oh-ooh-oh (Let’s go let’s go!)
(La-la-la-la-la)
Get me Runway Queen
Runway Queen
Runway Queen
Oh-ooh-oh
(La-la-la-la-la)
Get me Runway Queen
Runway Queen
Runway Queen
Oh-ooh-oh
(La-la-la-la-la)
She out there workin' in the streets on Hollywood
Givin' a dirty girl free what you couldn't for a bun
Runway Queen (Oh yeah strike a pose!)
Runway Queen (Front page centerfold!)
Runway Queen(Ooh you know you run the world!)
Oh-ooh-oh (Let’s go let’s go!)
CREDITS
Performer: 4 Example
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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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.
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Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
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.
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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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System Online
Daxe
Verified Artist
Daxe
DAXE is a French producer and DJ whose sound channels the raw spirit of the mid-90s underground Parisian club scene. Known for his gritty, lo-fi French house productions, he builds hypnotic tracks around distorted synth-bass loops, saturated textures, and minimal yet powerful drum machine grooves.
Emerging from late-night warehouse parties in Paris, DAXE earned a reputation for his uncompromising sets that fuse analog warmth with a rebellious edge. His music feels both dirty and infectious — a soundtrack built for smoke-filled rooms, flashing strobe lights, and crowds that never stop moving.
As a producer, DAXE stays loyal to hardware samplers, vinyl, and classic drum machines, crafting tracks that echo the golden era of French house while pushing it forward with his own raw signature. As a DJ, he thrives on the connection between loop-driven grooves and the dancefloor, keeping energy high and tension tight.
His latest track, “System Online”, embodies this ethos: hypnotic, streetwise, and uncompromising — a pure dancefloor anthem. Released exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, it cements DAXE as a name carrying the underground French house tradition into a new era.
System Online
Daxe
System… online…
Motion… design…
Cycle… repeat…
Zero… complete…
Automatic… static…
Binary… manic…
Program… engage…
Data… on stage…
One-two… one-two…
Error… breakthrough…
Signal… overload…
Run-time… explode…
CREDITS
Performer: Daxe
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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La Sabiduría Calle...
Dos Latinos
La Sabiduría Callejera
Dos Latinos
No hay pupitre ni pizarra mi clase es la ciudad
Cada esquina un maestro cada calle una verdad
Aprendí de los fracasos de la escuela de intentar
Mis diplomas son las cicatrices que el tiempo no borrará
No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico
Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero
Mis compañeros son los sueños mi tarea la realidad
Cada día una página nueva lista para comenzar
En las plazas hallé libros que no se pueden cerrar
En los ojos de la gente historias que enseñan a amar
No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico
Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero
Entre sombras aprendí a encontrar la luz
La resiliencia es mi curso la esperanza mi cruz
No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico
Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero
Cierro los ojos siento el viento cada susurro una lección
En el gran libro de la vida escribo mi propia canción
CREDITS
Performer: Dos Latinos
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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But North Keeps
The Absents
Verified Artist
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.
But North Keeps
The Absents
Rust runs along the rails to nowhere
Morning stations breathe a scent of iron
Words melt in my hands like shards of ice
Even when I speak it’s someone else’s song
Foreign clocks drag their feet
The wind calls me by names I’ve never worn
This city feels like a mirror I’ve never owned
My steps fall on stones that don’t remember me
I drew a map with the length of my shadow
But north keeps pointing somewhere else
Cracked windows hold the faces of other lives
Salted bread is torn with prayers I can’t translate
I keep the roofs of distant houses in my eyes
But the mailbox stays empty — no one arrives
Foreign clocks drag their feet
The wind calls me by names I’ve never worn
This city feels like a mirror I’ve never owned
My steps fall on stones that don’t remember me
I drew a map with the length of my shadow
But north keeps pointing somewhere else
A ticket in my pocket
Its destination still a stranger
Maybe it’s one-way out
Or just another foreign land
Rust runs along the rails to nowhere
And I keep walking without a border to cross
CREDITS
Performer: The Absents
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Catastrofe
Ra Rauw 42
Verified Artist
Ra Rauw 42
Ra Rauw 42 is a Berlin-based hip hop trio redefining what underground sound means in the heart of Europe. Formed in 2022, the group brings together three contrasting forces: Jonas “JZ” Klinke, a battle-scarred lyricist raised on Neukölln’s street corners; Felix “Nebula” Brandt, an analog synth hoarder with a soft spot for East German radio textures; and Lina “Vel” Morgenstern, a conservatory dropout whose icy vocals and haunting hooks give the group its signature edge.
Their paths crossed at a chaotic warehouse rave in Friedrichshain. JZ was freestyling through the fog machine, Nebula hijacked the aux cable to drop a grime bootleg, and Vel—originally just photographing the night—ended up singing the hook that silenced the crowd. That spontaneous moment led to their first studio session, where “Catastrofe” was born.
“Catastrofe”, their explosive debut single, dropped exclusively on Filodyo, bypassing traditional platforms in a deliberate move to keep their sound raw and uncensored. It’s not just a song—it’s a signal. Ra Rauw 42 isn’t asking for attention. They’re taking it.
Catastrofe
Ra Rauw 42
Ra-Rauw
Raul Alejandro
Austin Baby
Chris Jedi
Gaby Music
Dime
Baby
I don't think I'll survive until the weekend
She wants me to become vegan
Your girlfriend
My favorite stripper
She's a little prettier
But just as toxic as you
I met you at a club in Medellin
I wanted to put you in a Lamborghini (Woh woh woh woh)
'Cause she's a party girl (Party girl)
And I gave her a pill (I gave her a pill woh)
I just have a message for you (Message)
I don't want to see you again
Have a good life (Have a good life)
I hope you lose your wallet (Hope you lose your wallet)
And you cry over every song (Oh my God)
I hope you run out of gas (Gas)
Your favorite song gets deleted (Gets deleted)
And your flight gets canceled (Gets canceled)
And you have a catastrophic night (Catastrophic night)
I hope you get a flat tire (Flat tire)
Your period is delayed for ten days (Delayed for ten days)
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled (Gets spoiled)
And you have a catastrophic night (And you have a catastrophic night)
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
I don't think I'll survive until the weekend (Until the weekend)
She wants me to become vegan (Vegan)
Your girlfriend
My favorite stripper (Oh my God)
She's a little prettier
But just as toxic as you (Baby)
I met you at a club in Medellin (Medellin)
I wanted to put you in a Lamborghini (Lamborghini)
(Woh woh woh woh)
'Cause she's a party girl (Party girl)
And I gave her a pill (Gave her a pill woh)
(Oh oh oh)
(Oh oh oh)
I just have a message for you (Message)
I don't want to see you again
Have a good life (Have a good life)
I hope you lose your wallet (Hope you lose your wallet)
And you cry over every song (Oh my God)
I hope you run out of gas (Gas)
Your favorite song gets deleted (Gets deleted)
And your flight gets canceled (Gets canceled)
And you have a catastrophic night (Catastrophic night)
I hope you get a flat tire (Flat tire)
Your period is delayed for ten days (Delayed for ten days)
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled (Gets spoiled)
And you have a catastrophic night (And you have a catastrophic night)
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
And you have a catastrophic night
(And you have a catastrophic night)
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
And you have a catastrophic night
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled
CREDITS
Performer: Ra Rauw 42
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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One More Day
Dani T
Verified Artist
Dani T
A hidden gem in the bustling indie music world, Dani T is so underground you'll need a shovel to find him. Born among the spinning disco balls of Transylvania, Romania, this mirthful music alchemist knows how to glitter in the dark.
With his effervescent concoction of synth-laden dance beats, Dani T brings the Transylvanian nightlife to your speakers of choice. His infectious track, "One More Day," is just like garlic to a vampire—utterly irresistible and heating up dancefloors faster than Dracula racing to his coffin at sunrise.
Dani T's talent lies in his ability to infuse his tracks with a joy so potent it could charm a sullen ghoul out of a funk. His music doesn't just evoke happiness—it practically puts it on steroids, glitters it up, and sends it spinning out into the world with a bass-pounding emphasis.
The ghosts of Dani T’s concert crowd may lack a pulse, but trust us, they know how to party. So why stake your heart on mainstream artists when you can sink your teeth into Dani T’s deliciously diverse dark dance tracks? Hop on the next night train to Transylvania, and give Dani T's music a fangtastic whirl.
One More Day
Dani T
You gotta get up now
And take a breath
There's no stopping
No slowing
Until the day of your death
It's a rollercoaster
A crash
A fall from grace
A 180 turnaround
A miracle
And it's in your face
Just open your eyes
And look around
You get one more day
One more night
One more chance to make it right
One more dream
One more life
One more shot to fly
You can take it
You can leave it
The choice is yours
You can believe it
You can be it
You can be sure
It's a highway
It's a journey
A road unpaved
It's your life
It's your turn
And it's calling your name
Just open your eyes
And look around
You get one more day
One more night
One more chance to make it right
One more dream
One more life
One more shot to fly
One more day
One more night
One more chance to make it right
One more dream
One more life
One more shot to fly
CREDITS
Performer: Dani T
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Corazón en la Calle
Zaharela B
Verified Artist
Zaharela B
Zaharela B is a vibrant Latin artist whose music radiates the energy of the dancefloor and the streets alike. Born in San Juan, Puerto Rico, and raised between the Caribbean and Miami, she blends the infectious grooves of reggaeton with the warmth of Latin pop and the bold flair of carnival rhythms. Her sound is a celebration of movement, culture, and joy—rooted in tradition yet unapologetically modern.
Her debut single, Corazón en la Calle, bursts with a reggaeton/dembow pulse, playful sound effects, and call-and-response hooks that pull listeners straight into the party. Switching effortlessly between Spanish and English, Zaharela B brings an unmistakable charisma to every lyric, making her performances feel like a shared celebration.
Available exclusively on Filodyo, Zaharela B’s music is more than just a soundtrack for dancing—it’s an invitation to let go, live in the moment, and move with the beat. With her magnetic presence and unstoppable energy, she’s poised to become a defining voice in the next wave of Latin dance music.
Corazón en la Calle
Zaharela B
Beep beep!
Vamos vamos!
Corazón en la calle woo!
Sun on the roof heat on the floor
Boots on the ground crowd wants more
Clap to the beat hips in time
Every little step feels so divine
Turn around bring it close
Hands up high let it show
Dale fuego dale ya
Move your body no se va
Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval
Drums in the air bass in my veins
Sweat in the night dance in the rain
Spin to the left slide to the right
Every little move feels like flight
Turn around bring it close
Hands up high let it show
Dale fuego dale ya
Move your body no se va
Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval
Beep beep!
Let’s go!
Clap clap!
Go low!
Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval
CREDITS
Performer: Zaharela B
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Paper Moons
Dora Corr
Verified Artist
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.
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
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