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Memories That Stay
Dax Merrill

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Dax Merrill
Imagine the grit and spirit of Seattle's best alternative music, colored with the blues of an often-drizzly city. Enter Dax Merrill, an artist who manages to distill the emotional richness of his surroundings into his melancholic masterpieces.

Dax hails from the birthplace of grunge, drawing upon the city's legacy with his murky, atmospheric guitar riffs and a voice that's gravelly yet beautiful. His music is an evocative blend of the gloomy skies and evergreen optimism of Seattle, weaved seamlessly within the fabric of his melancholic melodies.

From his mother's garage, he first strummed out the notes of a self-taught spells. His most notable song, "Memories That Stay", is a haunting testament to his past—a cathartic narration of his journey and a tribute to his resilient spirit.

Dax Merrill is as real as it gets, mates—unapologetically raw, generously insightful, undeniably talented. He's your heart's post-rain fog, the echoing muse on those sleepless nights. Listening to Dax is like tracing the outline of your own emotions, one chord at a time. So grab your headphones and let this Seattle-sound virtuoso take you on a sonorous adventure of an indie kind.
Track(s)
Memories That Stay 89980 02:49

Memories That Stay

Dax Merrill



If it was just about the missing
Then I'd be long gone
'Cause no one else has got me feeling
The way you did all along

But I'm holding on
'Cause in my mind
You're never far gone
Yeah
And I'm holding on
'Cause in my mind
You're never far gone

And it's those little things that make me smile
Yeah
I feel it every time you cross my mind
'Cause it's not about the things we could've been
It's about the memories we made
The memories that stay

You used to hate my bad decisions
And that I made 'em on my own
And all my efforts at forgiveness
I should've shown all along

But I'm holding on
'Cause in my mind
You're never far gone
Yeah
And I'm holding on
'Cause in my mind
You're never far gone

And it's those little things that make me smile
Yeah
I feel it every time you cross my mind
'Cause it's not about the things we could've been
It's about the memories we made
The memories that stay

CREDITS
Performer: Dax Merrill
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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Plastic Crown
Dara Montel

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Dara Montel
Emerging from the gritty depths of Detroit’s dance scene, brimming with talent and charisma, Dara Montel is the nervy answer to the city's hardcore techno thirst. Known best for her dance-devoted, melancholic twister "Plastic Crown," Dara's name has spun in the underground circles like a rogue vinyl tossed into a cyberspace jukebox.

Our Motor City minx entered the scene somewhat cagily, her piercing blue eyes full of stories almost as deep as the bass lines she commands. She distils raw emotions into dance-ready soundscapes, affirming that tears are permitted even on the most electrified dance floors. Like the mysterious femme fatale prowling through the ruins of a John Carpenter flick, Montel's music envelops you in its brooding embrace.

Dara's playful wit is just as intoxicating as her infectious grooves. With a knack for turning pain into art, she continues to defy Detroit's icy weather, radiating heat one tear-stained synth at a time. Her “Plastic Crown,” fittingly, feels neither plastic nor regal—it's pure, cathartic Dara Montel. You’d better get on this vibe train, 'cos it ain't stopping anytime soon.

The Dara Montel revolution won't be televised, it'll be danced. So go on, put on that Plastic Crown, let the sadness seep into your soul and boogie like it’s the end of the world. Detroit’s dark dance queen reigns supreme.
Track(s)
Plastic Crown 317969 02:46

Plastic Crown

Dara Montel



You walk in slow
Like you own the room
Cheap little grin
With a silver spoon

Say my name twice
Like it makes you tall
I don’t look up
I just let you fall

You talk too loud
For a little spark
I count your lies
Like cards in the dark

I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene

You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown

Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
[Vocal Tremolo Effect]
Bow back down

Don’t call me sweet
I’m a bad excuse
For the kind of girl
That would wait on you

Got red shoes on
And a bored little face
I don’t run fast
I just change the race

You talk too much
For a silent room
I cut the fuse
Then I blame the moon

I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene

You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown

Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
[Vocal Tremolo Effect]
Bow back down

Ha
Look at you
Trying hard
That’s adorable

Ha
Move along
You were never
That important

[Final Chorus]
I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene

You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown

Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Bow back down

Tiny king
Tiny throne
Tiny crown
All alone

CREDITS
Performer: Dara Montel
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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What's Going On (Cl...
Brick Lords

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Brick Lords
Hailing straight from the heart of Harlem, the notorious quintet, Brick Lords, has been serving up a potent cocktail of old school rap since their genesis.

An assemblage teeming with character, within this unique ensemble, we find Biggie Bricks (real name, Jamal Thompson), the de-facto leader and lyricist; Lil' Grout (born Angel Martinez), the charismatic hype man; Bricksy Ross (truly known as Desmond Jones), the mysterious trap-lord; Mortar Mike (Mike Johnson in the real world), the laid-back beat master, and Cinder "the Block" Parker (dubbed Clara Parker at birth), the feisty and soulful female vocalist who adds a unique twist to the group's sound.

The Brick Lords was born out of a shared love for rhythm, rhymes, and the raw, gritty atmosphere of their native Harlem streets, baptizing themselves Brick Lords because, well, they were originally just some kids slamming beats and rhymes on brick walls. And just as bricks fit one on top of the other, building something substantial, so too did the Brick Lords build something substantial out of their close-knit group dynamic.

Their music, a delightful blend of old school rap with a hint of modern-day flair, is lauded for its authenticity and palpable energy, resonating with audiences worldwide. Notably, their signature song "What's Going On (Clean)" quickly escalated to become an anthem for their generation, showcasing their genuine artistry while divulging the realities of life in Harlem.

Amidst punchy beats, witty lyricism, and a touch of brick-and-mortar realness, the story of the Brick Lords is as engaging as their music. Resolute in their ambitious deliverance of old school rap, these urban poets have cemented themselves into the solid foundation of Harlem's music scene, and dare we say it, they're brickin' amazing!
Track(s)
Hard Knock Life 76544 02:15
What's Going On (Clean) 25883 02:26
Tales from Harlem 38046 03:58

What's Going On (Clean)

Brick Lords


Yes
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down
Whoo!
Way down
Way down
This a freeway song
We sell work
Bruh
We ain't on "wei chong"
We let 'em die homie
We don't weigh Chong
Way down
Way down
Battle [Allen?]
Way down
Way down
Don't take no breaks

Dawg
Bring them red eyes along
Dawgs 'sleep' on me
I prolly woke they moms
Homies reach on me then that's just close they arms
Way down
Way down
Y'all do this once a month

All my dawgs be trappin' like homies exiting pr-on
I used to play with that heart and made a pocket off strong arm
If I try to be LeBron then I ain't talkin' bout bron-bron [LeBron?]
Why you Qbs playing bond
We wanna salt again
On what?

Uhn
Folding s**t
Origami if you trynna front
Race a stripper booted up and make her come in the front
If I'd a buck on my homie
We'd a been done up the one

What's going on
Dawgies?
What's happening
Slim?
Why these motherfu***ers actin' like they're leupsum qualm?
Actin' like I ain't in here playing with scary homeboys
Actin' like they wanna go bat below on this

Yeah
Dawgs
We home
Ay yo
Get your girl
Dawgy
E'rybody came
Huh
Get your girl
Dawgy
Monday through Sunday
And I'm going out crazy me
Like 21 7 6 5 4 3
And I'm going off

I said
I was learning my numbers when yugonna stop playing (when you gonna stop playing)
Taking all of this time
Fuh? you're coming with me (you're coming with me)
What you think I'm for

Yes
Babygirl finally reaching on
Like twinkle twinkle
Little star
What you think
Huh
For me?

What's going on
Dawgies?
What's happening
Slim?
Why these motherfu***ers actin' like they're leupsum qualm?
Actin' like I ain't in here playing with scary homeboys
Actin' like they wanna go bat below on this

Oh
Babydoll finally reached the bottom
And nobody was alarmed
"Babygirl
It ain't that deep"
And now
Now look at the past
And they didn't pray at first

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Wake Up, Gary
Wrong Floor Cinema

Verified Verified Artist

Wrong Floor Cinema
Wrong Floor Cinema is a four-piece alternative rock band formed in 2025 by Orson Vell, Marlow Pin, Crispin Dayrate, and Niles Weatherby. The group came together through a series of badly organized rehearsal-room bookings, after repeatedly being assigned the same basement studio by mistake. They kept the name Wrong Floor Cinema because it matched their shared taste for overlooked places, awkward situations, and things that feel slightly out of sequence.

Their music blends sharp pop-punk guitars, dry spoken-sung vocals, clipped rhythms, melodic bass lines, and an offbeat sense of humor. Although their sound draws heavily from 1990s alternative rock, they avoid straightforward nostalgia, mixing that influence with modern production, restrained arrangements, and lyrics built around mundane frustrations, social discomfort, bad timing, and small personal disasters.

Orson handles vocals and rhythm guitar, Marlow plays lead guitar, Crispin plays bass, and Niles is on drums. Together, they have built a reputation for tightly controlled live performances that still feel unpredictable, balancing catchy melodies with deadpan delivery and a slightly detached stage presence. Wrong Floor Cinema sounds like a band that arrived late, entered through the wrong door, and decided to stay anyway.
Track(s)
Wake Up, Gary 58429 03:28
Never On The Line 32542 02:48
The Man Who Sold the Rain 33616 02:42

Wake Up, Gary

Wrong Floor Cinema


Gary’s got a corkboard on the bedroom wall
Red strings running from the big to the small
Says the moon’s a movie on a giant screen
“NASA hired Stanley back in ‘69” he’s keen

Won’t eat cereal with a barcode line
Reads expiration dates like secret signs
Says the pigeons blink in binary
Then whispers “Buddy… they’re watching me”

Every answer needs another question
Every fact becomes a new obsession

Wake up Gary what did you find?
Another secret hidden in your mind?
Lizard kings and laser skies
Birds with government eyes
Wake up Gary take a day off please
Not everything’s a global mystery
Maybe life is just… okay
But don’t tell Gary anyway

He says Elvis orders food at night
Bigfoot’s blurry on purpose right?
Paul was switched back in ‘64
“Look at the eyebrows!” — he’s got thirty more

Area Fifty-One’s a holiday camp
Atlantis powers every desk lamp
Chemtrails spell my middle name
And squirrels? “Yeah… they’re in the game”

Every headline proves his theory
Coffee makes him documentary

Wake up Gary what did you find?
Another secret hidden in your mind?
Lizard kings and laser skies
Birds with government eyes
Wake up Gary take a day off please
Not everything’s a global mystery
Maybe life is just… okay
But don’t tell Gary anyway

Yesterday he called at half past two
Said “I’ve got something huge for you!”
I held my breath… this must be big…

“They changed the shape… of Pringles lids”



He wasn’t joking

Wake up Gary what did you find?
Another rabbit hole to pass the time?
Flat Earth aliens secret files
He can talk for seventeen miles
Wake up Gary you’re one of a kind
You make conspiracy sound sublime
If the truth comes out one day
We’ll let Gary say “I told you mate!”

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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After Midnight
Tamie Ray

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Tamie Ray
A staple in the riveting New York music scene and an embodiment of the city's ever pulsating rhythm, Tamie Ray is an artist who has imprinted her unique voice and interpretative prowess on the pages of modern jazz history. Born in the heart of Manhattan to a family of musicians, she was raised amid a symphony of sounds that reverberated through the walls of her childhood home, echoing from her parents' rehearsals, her brother's trumpet practice, and the vintage tunes from her grandmother's record player. The melting pot of New York, coupled with her musical lineage, became a cauldron where Tamie's music fervor was stoked, simmered, and metamorphosed into an intense passion for jazz vocals.

Tall, ebony-haired, Tamie Ray, known for her entrancing stage presence and sultry vocals, emerged in the New York jazz scene during the late 1980s. She began her journey as a vocalist in small jazz clubs, with talent that stood in stark contrast to her humble beginnings. Reminiscent of jazz greats like Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holiday, Tamie's voice was a captivating amalgamation of richness, power, and vulnerability—a voice that bore the uncanny ability to pluck at the chords of one's heart with the gentleness of a seasoned harpist. Her rendition of classic songs garnered her respect within the music community, while her original compositions firmly established her as a dynamic artist with an intuition for imagery and metaphor that transcended through her lyrics.

In the prime of her career, Tamie Ray was revered as one of the eminent jazz vocalists of her time. Still, she kept evolving, never allowing the accolades to lull her into complacency. As the shifting current of music trends started to lean towards modern genres, so did Tamie, artfully redefining her approach while never losing her jazz roots. Today, she continues to reign supreme in her beloved city, sharing her unique musical blend of traditional jazz and contemporary influences while passing on her wisdom to the next generation through her mentorship and teaching.

Despite the passage of time, Tamie's love for New York, both as her muse and her home, has remained unaltered. From the kaleidoscopic whirl of colors, cultures, and sounds within its streets, she continually draws inspiration. Her music—a metaphorical canvas splashed with the hues of her NYC experiences—resonates with both the nostalgia of jazz's golden era and the vibrant beats of today's New York. Regardless of where the winds of change might lead, one can always find Tamie Ray, the emblem of New York jazz, right where she belongs—under the shimmering city lights, swaying to the overwhelming rhythm of the metropolis, and singing tales poured straight from her heart.
Track(s)
After Midnight 31055 03:06

After Midnight

Tamie Ray


Sweet sugar on the dancefloor
Our eyes locked in love and war
Goodbye to real life now
Let's do it like we're supposed to

Twinkle in the dead of night
We do it like the rhythm's a sacrifice
I see your eyes right here
And I know you'll never leave

After midnight (After midnight)
After midnight (After midnight)

We lose ourselves in paradise
We're lost like a
Mirage that's not lookin' right
Now we're far from care

Honey
The light is dimming
Our hips move like it's beginning
Be gone with inhibition
Let's groove as one

After midnight (After midnight)
After midnight (After midnight)

CREDITS
Performer: Tamie Ray
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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Fica no Quase
Rosa Medina

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

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

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

Today, Rosa Medina is part of a new generation redefining Lusophone pop, performing sold-out shows from Lisbon to São Paulo. Despite her growing fame, she keeps her songwriting process deeply personal — scribbling lyrics on napkins in Lisbon cafés, recording demos on her phone while walking along the Douro River. For Rosa, every performance is a bridge connecting continents, carrying the language and emotion of Portuguese music to the world stage.
Track(s)
Fica no Quase 290551 02:31

Fica no Quase

Rosa Medina


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

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

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

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

E eu finjo que entendo
Mas espero você ficar

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

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

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

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Crossed Wires
Liora Penn

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Liora Penn
Liora Penn is a captivating UK garage pop singer whose music deftly combines crisp rhythmic delivery with an emotionally charged melodic style. Her approach to two-step grooves showcases a natural affinity for movement, inviting listeners to engage both physically and emotionally. With an emphasis on precise hooks, Liora crafts songs that resonate with a relatable authenticity, reflecting the complexities of modern relationships. This connection between her lyrics and the listener's personal experiences forms the backbone of her artistic identity.

Her standout track "Crossed Wires" epitomizes her signature sound, seamlessly blending dance, electronic, and pop elements into a bittersweet yet energetic offering. The playful undertones in her production enhance the emotional depth of her storytelling, inviting audiences to explore themes of love, miscommunication, and introspection. Liora's collaborative relationship with producer Hakan E. has further polished her contemporary sound, ensuring each release maintains a fresh and vibrant edge while anchoring it firmly within the UK garage pop landscape.

As Liora continues to evolve as an artist, her catalog promises to expand on the themes of connection and emotional honesty that define her work. By navigating the interplay between upbeat rhythms and more contemplative lyricism, she invites listeners into a world where every beat carries significance. Whether dancing in celebration or reflecting in stillness, fans find a piece of themselves within Liora's music, making her an essential voice in today's independent music scene.
Track(s)
Crossed Wires 41063 03:16

Crossed Wires

Liora Penn


You call at two I miss by one
Two small signals come undone
Your name glows blue across my phone
I read it twice then walk back home
A simple word arrives too late
A second chance meets a closing gate
We keep our pride on separate lines
Then blame bad luck for broken signs

One step left one step right
Same small spark on different nights
Say it plain cut through noise
Give this feeling back its voice

Crossed wires crossed wires
Every message feeds the fire
You say stay I hear goodbye
We lose truth between reply
Crossed wires crossed wires
No more guessing no more liars
Call me now I will be clear
What I want is having you here

Your friends say wait mine say move
None of them can choose our truth
We trade three dots then let them fade
A tiny war that we both made
I know your habits you know mine
How we turn care to warning signs
So drop that script forget who wins
Let one good sentence pull us back again

One step left one step right
Same small spark on different nights
Say it plain cut through noise
Give this feeling back its voice

Crossed wires crossed wires
Every message feeds the fire
You say stay I hear goodbye
We lose truth between reply
Crossed wires crossed wires
No more guessing no more liars
Call me now I will be clear
What I want is having you here

No coded phrase no careful pose
Say what hurts and what still grows
I can take an honest line
If you can take this heart of mine

Crossed wires crossed wires
Now we cut across that fire
You say stay I hear it right
We choose us and end this fight
Crossed wires crossed wires
No more guessing no more liars
Call me now I will be clear
What I want is having you here

CREDITS
Performer: Liora Penn
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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Albion
Erik Lindholm

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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.
Track(s)
Albion 31511 03:17

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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

Verified 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.
Track(s)
Everyday Weight 364689 04:08
Loneliness 227249 02:57

Loneliness

Elara Stone


The room stays still when I move
Air feels counted slow and exact
My phone facedown on the table
Like it knows I won’t look back

Hours fold into each other
No sharp edges no release
I don’t miss someone specific
I just miss how silence feels

Loneliness isn’t loud
It doesn’t need a scene
It waits until everything stops
And asks me what I mean
Loneliness stays close
Not heavy not kind
Just the shape of being here
With too much time

Walls keep doing what they do
Holding space without a sign
Every thought arrives unfinished
Leaves before it makes a line

I hear life somewhere ongoing
Not mine but near enough
I don’t reach for explanations
I’m already full of them

Loneliness isn’t loud
It never begs or pleads
It sits beside the moment
And lets it be what it is
Loneliness knows my pace
Never pulls never leads
Just walks the length of the night
At the speed I need

If this hour had a voice
It wouldn’t try to stay
It would tell me nothing’s broken
Then quietly move away

Loneliness isn’t loud
It doesn’t ask for proof
It’s not the end of something
It’s just the pause I move through
Loneliness fades on its own
When the timing is right
I don’t solve it tonight
I just let it pass the time

Morning is doing its job
Somewhere I don’t need to see
This night doesn’t owe me answers
It just keeps me company

CREDITS
Performer: Elara Stone
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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Small Parts Of A Life
Minor Museum

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Minor Museum
Coming from the city renowned for its artistic heritage and atmospheric canals, Amsterdam's very own dance duo, Minor Museum, is stitching the 'dance' in windswept tulip dances. A peculiar mashup of a coding whizz and an astute accountant, their paths crossed in a city awash with creativity, where they started to craft their celebratory anthems.

These audacious lads prove there's a splash of quirkiness in everyone - even in number-crunching accountants and binary code aficionados. Plug into their latest riff on the dance genre, the vibrant tune 'Small Parts Of A Life', and it can't help but be a day brightener, providing that happy fix faster than a Dutchman can cycle into a headwind.

In the grand tradition of long summer days by the North Sea, their music fosters a joyful dynamism, reminiscent of the old city's vibrancy and hues at twilight. The Minor Museum experience is akin to taking a ride in a rickety Amsterdam canal boat - feel-good bobbing with a dash of exhilaration, minus the water sprays.

Allow the men of Minor Museum to reel you in; after all, what's life without those precious ‘small parts’ tracked through infectious beats? In the end, it's all about adding the grooves between the historical facts and tax returns, isn't it?
Track(s)
Small Parts Of A Life 44616 04:03

Small Parts Of A Life

Minor Museum


Small parts
Small parts
Of a life

I keep them
I lose them
I try

A room
A chair
A photograph there

A train
A face
A wrong suitcase

You said
Be careful
I said
Of what?

The door was open
The clock had stopped

I remember the street
But I don’t remember the name
I remember your coat
But I don’t remember the rain

Little things
Little signs
Little cuts
In the time

I was almost someone
I was almost fine

La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us

Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows

La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it

La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life

Small parts
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life

La-la-life
La-la-life
I repeat it
I repeat it

A call
No sound
A hotel downtown

A shirt
A lie
A very blue sky

You smiled
Too late
I missed my fate

The lift went up
I stayed at eight

I remember the song
But I don’t remember the band
I remember your mouth
But I don’t remember your hand

Little rooms
Little lights
Little debts
Little nights

I was almost happy
I was almost right

La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us

Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows

La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it

La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life

This is not sadness
This is inventory

One ticket
One number
One glass
One morning

This is not memory
This is machinery

I press play
I press stop
I press repeat

La-la-life
La-la-life

Small parts
Small parts

La-la-life
La-la-life

I repeat it
I repeat it

La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us

Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows

La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it

La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life

A room
A chair
A photograph there

Small parts
Small parts
Of a life

CREDITS
Performer: Minor Museum
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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Gone Too Soon (feat...
Trevor Knox

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Trevor Knox
Trevor Knox, the hidden gem of Knoxville, is as much an enigma as he is a melody beast. Like a scrappy pop maestro, he's been serenading songbirds off their branches and sneaking symphonies into supermarket aisles.

Emerging from Knoxville's vibrant music scene like a rhinestone cowboy with a pop music bible, Trevor's zingy hooks and infectious melodies are said to make even the most mundane grocery shopping into an uplifting rom-com montage. An independent artist of many talents, he's in cahoots with the musical magicians of Filodyo - the innovative player that turns mundane shopping trips into musical escapades.

His most noted track, "Gone Too Soon (feat Lyla Grey)" is a tantalizing pop sensation, drenched in sun-kissed harmonies and happy vibes. It can lift the spirits even when you are lost among the maze of canned foods. It's a song Trevor insists was inspired by the sudden end to a two-for-one deal on his favorite crisps.

To hear Trevor Knox's music is to be handed a golden ticket into his quirky, joy-filled world - one where the beat is always thumping, the sun is perpetually shining, and the aisle music never, ever pauses. Be warned though: once you tune in, you might find yourself dancing down the dairy section!
Track(s)
Gone Too Soon (feat Lyla Grey) 30276 03:06

Gone Too Soon (feat Lyla Grey)

Trevor Knox


A faded photograph
Can't take you back
Gone too soon
Gone too soon
A faded photograph (A faded photograph)
Can't take you back (Can't take you-)
Gone too soon (Gone too soon)
Gone too soon

Before I close my eyes
I see a vision of an angel
Guide them into the light
it's either heaven or Jermaine Dupri
This some shit I normally do not understand but it sound good
And do not worry
all that Gucci goin' with me
I swear (Yeah oh)
I know she was destined for greatness (Yeah)
Legend has it you can see her face in the pavement
Gave us s**t we never asked for
I'm thankful but angry
They ask me why I got the AFC in my family
I say "A faded photograph"

A faded photograph (Uh)
Can't take you back (Uh)
Gone too soon (Gone too soon)
Gone too soon
A faded photograph (A faded photograph)
Can't take you back
Gone too soon (Gone too soon)
Gone too soon (Look)

Oh my goodness gracious
I need gas and a Kit Kat (Kit Kat)
All these squares
how could you stare and not get that?
Pen is weapon of the century uh
Take it back to '63 (Ayy)
This is you this is me

A faded photograph
Can't take you back
Gone too soon
Gone too soon
A faded photograph
Can't take you back
Gone too soon (Gone too soon)
Gone too soon (Gone too soon)

CREDITS
Performer: Trevor Knox
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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