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Keep Me In That
Adam Lamo
Verified Artist
Adam Lamo
Feeding off the neon pulse of Las Vegas, Adam Lamo has boogie-wired our hearts to irresistible dance beats like no one else. His music is more infectious than a hangover from an all-night disco party, and just as unforgettable.
Picture this: a youthful Adam, prowling the technicolor streets of Vegas, the city's rhythm flowing through his veins like liquid gold. With "Keep Me In That", Lamo masterfully bottled that dazzling, Frank Sinatra meets Calvin Harris vibe. The beats are sunnier than a Vegas summer heatwave and guaranteed to lift any moody blackjack player off their stool and onto the dancefloor.
Mr. Lamo whips up melodies that make choosing to sit out not an option, but a crime against fun itself. His music's joy factor hits harder than a final-round knockout; it's not just dance, it's happiness in audio form. Consider yourselves officially warned: surrender to the irresistible allure of Adam Lamo's beat, or risk a lifetime of being a total party pooper. Our lad from Vegas didn't just show up; he's here to make us dance 'til sunrise and beyond.
Keep Me In That
Adam Lamo
Strangers in the backseat city hum’s a lullaby
Silhouettes in rearview glass fading with the sky
No confessions just the tension
Sipping on a moment we won’t define
And I pull the static closer
Your eyes say more than closure
Burning through the calm again—mmm ahh—yeah
We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state
Tuned to our own channel we’re no one's broadcast
We don't leave trails only moments that last
No compass no plans
Just two outliers with no demands
Every glitch is gold tonight
We’re wired for the fight or flight
Touch like gravity—hmm—aah—pulls me right
We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state
No rewind just loops we bend
Every second a means not the end
Not broken—just bent in rhythm
Hah—mm-mm—hah
Cold air warm static—
No words left just the habit
[Final Chorus]
We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state—woah
CREDITS
Performer: Adam Lamo
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Ya No Me Duele
Camila Reyes
Verified Artist
Camila Reyes
Camila Reyes was born in Seville, Spain, in 1992, and has spent most of her life surrounded by the vibrant rhythms and colors of Andalusia. By profession, she is a skilled ceramic artist, known for her intricate hand-painted tiles inspired by Moorish patterns and flamenco motifs. Her work has been exhibited in boutique galleries across Spain, yet music has always been her truest form of self-expression.
Raised in a family where boleros and rancheras echoed through the kitchen, Camila began singing at small local gatherings, blending traditional Latin folk with her own soulful touch. Over the years, her voice became a bridge between the streets of Seville and the broader Latin diaspora, carrying both joy and melancholy in every note.
Today, Camila records all of her music exclusively for Filodyo, preserving an intimate connection with her listeners. Her latest release, Ya No Me Duele, is a testament to resilience and emotional rebirth, capturing the strength of moving on without bitterness.
Ya No Me Duele
Camila Reyes
Ya no me tiembla la taza del té
cuando tu nombre se cruza en mi piel
La casa cruje igual que ayer
pero mi sombra ya no te ve
Dejé tus cartas en el alfeizar
el viento sabrá si las quiere llevar
Mis manos no piden no quieren cerrar
lo que no abraza… no vuelve a entrar
Ya no me duele
ni tu voz ni tu eco
El silencio en mi mesa
es mejor que tu juego
Ya no me duele
ni la flor ni el invierno
Yo me quedo de pie
y tú te vas con el viento
Me dolió
pero no me rompió
Ya no me duele
ni el reloj ni el destino
Mis pasos no buscan
ya tienen su camino
CREDITS
Performer: Camila Reyes
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
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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
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My Happy Song
Lyra Luxx
Verified Artist
Lyra Luxx
Lyra Luxx, the eternal songbird of California, hails from a unique lineage of performers and artistic savants. A vibrant fount of melodies, with a story as colorful as her repertoire, Luxx's journey toward musical prominence took root in the sunny courtyards of Laguna Beach High School (LBHS). Here, amidst the bustling crowd of students and the cacophony of crashing lockers, Lyra carved out a refuge with her schoolmates in an all-girl band. The only remaining member from that original lineup, Luxx had an added feather in her high school cap, holding the esteemed position of a cheerleader. Who else, after all, could champion the school spirit better than the musical prodigy herself?
With a name as resplendent as ‘Lyra Luxx,’ you might expect a pivotal star moment or a dramatic twist. In a plot worthy of a Broadway production, her golden opportunity struck beneath the glaring halogens and amidst the simulated fog of LBHS’s annual talent extravaganza. The only thing missing was a superhero cape as she delivered an iconic rendition of her now famous single, "My Happy Song". The ensuing applause could have rivaled any seismic activity in California, thus turning a new page in her journey. Today, Luxx is recognized far beyond the confines of LBHS, solidifying her star status with each melodious offering. And as for that erstwhile all-girls band? It exists now only in memory, as a significant stepping stone in the rise and rise of Lyra Luxx, California's own glamorous diva. But remember folks, beneath all the glitter and the vocals, she remains the invincible cheerleader from Laguna Beach High School. Go, team!
My Happy Song
Lyra Luxx
(do not be afraid this is not fm)
You used to call me late night
Hope I ain't just your late night
When can I see you again?
So sorry I'm not a pain
Um (but)
I been workin' nine to five (ask me baby)
Smokin' bomb on my free time (light it baby)
Keep that love on my mind (kiss me baby)
Keep that love (K-I-S-S kiss me)
Makin' music all the time (mister radio play it play it)
Hit a milli and I'll cry (ooh my audience so loud)
Growin' up with the mic (fallin' steady fall watch it)
I can stay low
But when my song comes on
That's when I get so confident
Ooh
I put my own words in my mouth
And yes
I'm saying it out loud
That when my song comes on
I make my mama proud of me
Growin' up loving me (uh)
Hold up
Wait
Watch it
Look
Uh
Seventeen
I'm on a stage singin'
Haze off the coast
Eighteen in the city
Still hidin'
From the snow
Jumpin' down 85
When I'm driving home
Levitate for no reason
Cus' they changed the seasons
Makin' music all the time (oh)
Keep a milli on my mind (oh)
Growin' up with the mic (oh yes hunny)
I could stay low
But when my song comes on
That's when I get so confident
Ooh
I put my own words in my mouth
And yes
I'm saying it out loud
That when my song comes on
I make my mama proud of me
Growin' up loving me
Hold up
Wait
Watch it
Look
CREDITS
Performer: Lyra Luxx
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Fica no Quase
Rosa Medina
Verified Artist
Rosa Medina
Rosa Medina was born in 2001 in Porto, Portugal, to a family that carried both Iberian and Brazilian heritage. Her father, a fisherman from Aveiro, filled the house with fado records, while her Brazilian mother played MPB classics and samba on lazy Sunday mornings. Rosa grew up between two shores of the Portuguese-speaking world — absorbing the saudade of Amália Rodrigues and the sunny, syncopated joy of Gal Costa in equal measure.
At fourteen, she began performing small sets in riverside cafés, her voice effortlessly gliding between soft whispers and soaring notes. The intimacy of fado was her foundation, but Rosa was restless — she wanted her songs to dance. By blending Portuguese folk melodies with bossa nova chords, urban beats, and lush pop arrangements, she began to shape a style that felt both nostalgic and forward-looking.
In 2025, Rosa released her debut single "Fica no Quase" in collaboration with Filodyo, the independent music producer known for shaping fresh, original sounds for global audiences. The track — a bittersweet, mid-tempo anthem about love suspended in uncertainty — gained instant traction on streaming platforms. Its hypnotic chorus, sung entirely in Portuguese, became a signature moment in her live performances.
Today, Rosa Medina is part of a new generation redefining Lusophone pop, performing sold-out shows from Lisbon to São Paulo. Despite her growing fame, she keeps her songwriting process deeply personal — scribbling lyrics on napkins in Lisbon cafés, recording demos on her phone while walking along the Douro River. For Rosa, every performance is a bridge connecting continents, carrying the language and emotion of Portuguese music to the world stage.
Fica no Quase
Rosa Medina
Você fala devagar
Como quem quer ir embora
Mas deixa a porta entreaberta
E o perfume na demora
Se fosse pra ser já era
Mas ainda tem coisa no olhar
Fica no quase no meio
Nem céu nem chão inteiro
Fica no toque que não vem
Na saudade que não tem nome também
O silêncio entre a gente
É mais forte que um não
Você sorri com os lábios
Mas seus olhos dizem não
E eu finjo que entendo
Mas espero você ficar
Fica no quase no canto
Sem promessa sem pranto
Fica no gesto que não se dá
No abraço que não quer se fechar
Se um dia for tudo ou nada
Talvez eu escolha o nada
Mas até lá…
Fica no quase no meio
No tempo que é só receio
Fica no quase comigo
Mesmo que seja só perigo
CREDITS
Performer: Rosa Medina
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Tell Me (ft Ali M)
Toni Royale
Verified Artist
Toni Royale
Toni Royale, aka "The Crown Jewel of Arkansas," is an artist who has gracefully stretched across genres, maintaining just enough mystery to keep us hooked. Born and bred in the land of deep-fried chicken and endless cornfields, her musical journey began beside the grand piano in her grandmother's parlor, a sanctuary of nostalgia and creativity that royally embarked her on the road to stardom. From plucking smoky blues licks on the guitar during high school to touring national stages with her iconic powerhouse vocals, her tale is as diverse as her robust discography.
Toni's signature blend of soulful blues, heart-wrenching ballads and toe-tapping pop tunes has made her an undeniable force in the music industry. She first captured our ears (and hearts) with the moving ballad, "Tell Me (ft Ali M)" – a track that fans and critics alike have deemed pure royal magic. The song climbed the charts with ease, testament to the undeniable magnetism of her voice, her talent and that sweet southern charm sprinkled all throughout her catalogue.
Like a musical chameleon, Toni Royale has an uncanny ability to adapt her sound and style to the times, fusing modern blues and cutting-edge pop with the rhythm and soul bred in her Arkansas roots. Her appeal extends beyond her extensive vocal prowess, firmly grounded in her eclectic personal style, her fierce dedication to her craft, and her adamant refusal to wear anything without a hint of sequin sparkle. One thing is certain about Toni Royale: she rules the stage with a mix of glitter and grit, reflecting the diverse flavors of her craft.
As we continue to track Toni's fascinating ascension in the music industry, one thing is crystal clear: the crown definitely fits. Whether leaving listeners awestruck with her deep, resonant voice, or entrancing audiences with her intense, sparkly onstage antics, the reign of Toni Royale is far from over. Long live the queen of Arkansas blues-pop!
Tell Me (ft Ali M)
Toni Royale
Uhh
Mmm
Mm-hmm
Mmm-mm mm-mm mm-mm (Mm-mm)
Mm-mm-mm-mm mm (Ayy)
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
And when the night comes
Baby
You won't be long (Mm-mm)
And when the morning come
Pssh
Ugh!
You're gone (You're gone aye)
W-w-when the dark clouds open
The lights will burn (Burn)
Tell me
Yah-yah
Yah-yah
What's goin' on? (Tell me yah-yah-yah-yah)
And you're hiding in the dark on a mountain
And you're slowin' down—uh—because you're busy
Busy
Wow-wow
And you swipe it
Swipe it
Down-up-up
Down-up-down
And you're so hot
Hotter than the Buenos Mama (Ah)
Mmm-mm mm-mm mm-mm (Mm-mm)
Mm-mm-mm-mm mm (Ayy)
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Yeah movin’ through the night got my mind on the run
Shadows in the rearview but I ain't the one
Swipe left swipe right I ain't playin’ no games
Every step that I take I be switchin’ the lanes
Got a call from the past but I let it decline
Ain’t no time for the fake I be chasin’ the shine
Skyline glowin’ yeah the city stay alive
When the dark clouds break man the stars gotta rise
Tell me yah-yah what's goin’ on?
Took a leap of faith now the fear is gone
Lights too bright but I play along
When the morning comes I’ll be movin’ on
When the night comes
Baby
You won't be long (Uh-)
When the morning come
Pssh
Ugh!
He's gone (He's gone he's gone)
W-w-when the dark clouds open
The lights will burn
Tell me
Yah-yah
Three
Four
What's goin' on? (Tell me yah-yah-yah-yah)
Tell me
Yah-yah
What's goin' on?
Tell me
Yah-yah
What's goin' on?
Tell me
Yah-yah
What's goin' on?
Tell me
Yah-yah
What's goin' on?
CREDITS
Performer: Toni Royale
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Bad Dreams
Miles Thorne
Verified Artist
Miles Thorne
Hailing from a quiet town in upstate New York, Miles Thorne is a soul artist with a voice that feels like a warm embrace on a cold night. Growing up in a family of classical musicians, Miles discovered his passion for storytelling through song at an early age. His sound blends the raw emotion of old-school soul with modern, minimalist production, creating a style that is both timeless and fresh.
Miles' debut single, "Bad Dreams," released under Filodyo Records, is a hauntingly beautiful ballad that explores the struggle of confronting inner fears while seeking redemption. With its poignant lyrics and his signature smooth, raspy vocal tone, the track quickly garnered attention, earning spots on several editorial playlists and praise from indie and soul music critics alike.
Drawing inspiration from legends like Bill Withers and James Blake, Miles crafts music that feels deeply personal, yet universally relatable. When he's not in the studio, you can find him performing in intimate venues across New York City, his magnetic stage presence captivating audiences night after night.
As he prepares for the release of his debut EP, Miles Thorne is undoubtedly carving out a space for himself as one of the most compelling new voices in the soul genre.
Bad Dreams
Miles Thorne
I wake to the hum of a restless moon
Curtains swaying like ghosts in the room
The walls are painted with shadows that creep
Whispering truths that I’d rather not keep
The clock’s stuck ticking in a crooked rhyme
And the air feels heavy thick with time
I try to shake the echoes but they pull me in
A carousel of faces where the dark begins
Bad dreams they’re crawling through my mind (oh no oh no)
Stealing the stillness I can’t seem to find (yeah yeah)
Bad dreams they’re tangled in my head (can’t escape it now)
Chasing the silence but it’s gone instead (it’s gone it’s gone)
Steps in the hallway but the floorboards don’t creak
A distant murmur but no one speaks
The mirror’s reflection isn’t quite my own
A fractured version I’ve never known
I turn the light on but it cuts too thin
The shadows grow deeper they’re pulling me in
I try to find the exit but the walls just bend
A labyrinth of longing with no end
Bad dreams they’re crawling through my mind (can’t get out can’t get out)
Stealing the stillness I can’t seem to find (oh I’m losing it now)
Bad dreams they’re tangled in my head (no way out no way out)
Chasing the silence but it’s gone instead (it’s gone it’s gone)
Lost in the haze where the night unfolds
Every corner hides a story untold
Fingers reach but they slip like smoke
And the weight of the dark wraps around my throat
If I could wake up would the room stay still?
Would the morning sun break this bitter chill?
But the curtains fall in the same slow dance
Caught in a fever I can’t outlast
Bad dreams they’re crawling through my mind (oh don’t let me go)
Stealing the stillness I can’t seem to find (somebody help me now)
Bad dreams they’re tangled in my head (no way out no way out)
Chasing the silence but it’s gone instead (it’s gone it’s gone)
CREDITS
Performer: Miles Thorne
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
Everyday Weight
Elara Stone
Verified Artist
Elara Stone
She makes music for the hours when clarity doesn’t arrive on time. Her songs sit between late-night electronic culture and everyday emotional friction, carried by a vocal that avoids performance and leans into presence. There’s no melodrama here, no oversized hooks. Instead, she works with restraint, letting repetition, silence, and subtle shifts do the heavy lifting, capturing the tension of modern relationships and the quiet pressure of daily life.
Sonically, her work draws from melancholic drum and bass and deep electronic traditions, but filters them through a distinctly current lens. Beats roll rather than hit, bass appears just long enough to leave a trace, and arrangements resist obvious peaks. Her voice is treated as part of the architecture, close, controlled, and emotionally distant, floating above the rhythm instead of chasing it. It’s music built for movement and reflection at the same time.
Her releases live within the carefully curated worlds of Filodyo and NOT FM, platforms that prioritise context over noise and long-form listening over instant impact. In that sense, her music isn’t chasing trends, it’s designed to exist alongside them, quietly confident, emotionally precise, and very much of its moment.
Everyday Weight
Elara Stone
Days stack up without asking
Deadlines talk before we do
Small mistakes grow teeth quickly
When you’re trying to stay true
Plans bend out of their own shape
Words land wrong then multiply
Nothing ends nothing settles
We just learn what to deny
I’m tired of fixing the timing
Tired of reading every sign
We keep choosing what sounds easy
Then we pay for it in time
Life feels heavy in small ways
Not enough to make a sound
Love gets stuck in explanations
That keep going in a round
We don’t break we just tangle
Try to pull without a map
Every day asks something different
And never tells us where to stand
Conversations turn to tactics
Every pause becomes a test
Saying less feels safer lately
Even when we mean our best
We trade honesty for balance
Call it calm but feel the cost
Nothing wrong with wanting steady
Just don’t lose what made us talk
We don’t need another answer
We don’t need to win the night
I just want a moment quiet
Where the pressure drops its bite
Life feels heavy in small ways
It adds up before we know
Love gets lost in fine decisions
We were never meant to solve
We don’t fall we just circle
Looking for a cleaner path
Every day asks something different
And leaves the rest to us
Maybe this is how it happens
Not dramatic not fast
Just the weight of daily choosing
Stacked against the past
Life feels heavy in small ways
But it’s still the one we take
Love is work without instructions
That we learn by what we break
We don’t fix it all tonight
We don’t need to understand
We just stay inside the motion
Doing what we can
Tomorrow’s already forming
Before we get some rest
I don’t need it to be simple
I just need it to be honest
CREDITS
Performer: Elara Stone
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Beneath My Skin
Alex Mercer
Verified Artist
Alex Mercer
Alex Mercer isn't your run-of-the-mill, packaged, and primped pop star. He's that rare breed of true artist who moonlights as a philosopher in his spare time, equally quick to pick up an instrument as he is to spit-balling think pieces on existential woes. Born and bred in Ireland, Mercer’s music roots twist and twine through the romantic, rain-kissed streets of Dublin, soaking up influences from local legends like The Cranberries and U2. Imagine Bono and Dolores O'Riordan had a philosophical, multi-instrumentalist baby - that's our boy Alex for you.
Having been raised in a house where melodies danced intoxicated on Guinness, Mercer knows his way around an instrument or five. The man can coax sounds out of them that'll tear at your heartstrings and heal them in the same beat. His musical passion is only rivaled by his love for philosophy. One of his most famous songs "Beneath My Skin" is a perfect testament to this. It burrows deep into your psyche, tickles your existential dread, and leaves you in an introspective haze long after the last note fades. Mercer's music isn't just about foot-tapping tunes; it endeavors to pull out the guts of human experience, wrap it in a beautifully complex symphony and serve it back to you. Yummy, isn't it? We think so too.
Beneath My Skin
Alex Mercer
Glass towers hum in fading blue
Faint reflections split in two
Footsteps curve through liquid air
Tracing paths to nowhere
Weightless currents pull me near
Time dissolves yet stays so clear
Wires hum beneath my skin
Friction sparks we burn within
Rushing forward shedding past
Now’s the only thing that lasts
Torn-out pages words erased
Stories shift but won’t replace
Drifting through a silent storm
Shaping what was never formed
Weightless currents pull me near
Time dissolves yet stays so clear
Wires hum beneath my skin
Friction sparks we burn within
Rushing forward shedding past
Now’s the only thing that lasts
No rewind no fading lines
Only fire left to find
Wires hum beneath my skin
Friction sparks we burn within
Rushing forward shedding past
Now’s the only thing that lasts
CREDITS
Performer: Alex Mercer
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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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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.