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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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Split Frequency
Aris Veyton
Verified Artist
Aris Veyton
Aris Veyton is an electronic music producer whose sound blends modern club energy with subtle emotional depth. Rooted in electronic and dance-driven structures, his productions balance clean rhythms, textured synth layers and restrained melodic elements.
Rather than chasing trends, Aris focuses on atmosphere and flow. His tracks are designed to work both on the dancefloor and in personal listening environments, creating a sense of continuity rather than sudden impact. Minimal arrangements, controlled dynamics and carefully crafted sound design are central to his approach.
Working primarily in the studio, Aris Veyton treats music as a long-form experience rather than a single moment. His style reflects a contemporary electronic mindset: precise, understated and immersive. Each release is a step in an evolving sonic identity that prioritizes mood, space and consistency.
Split Frequency
Aris Veyton
There’s a pulse that keeps dividing me
Two rhythms fighting underneath
One side wants order keeps the lines so straight
The other sparks fires wants to detonate
I move through the evening with a crowded mind
Trying to decode what I can’t define
I’m standing at the center
Where signals overlap
Trying not to surrender
To the louder half
Tune me to a steady wave
Pull me where the noise behaves
I’m drifting through a world I crave
But breaking when the signals change
Tune me to a steady wave
Balance all the parts I save
I’m fading into what I brave
When both of me collide again
Thoughts turn metallic when the pressure grows
Patterns fall apart then they recompose
I’m chasing a structure that I can’t commit
Every time I form it something ruins it
I’m standing at the center
Where signals overlap
Trying not to surrender
To the louder half
Tune me to a steady wave
Pull me where the noise behaves
I’m drifting through a world I crave
But breaking when the signals change
Tune me to a steady wave
Balance all the parts I save
I’m fading into what I brave
When both of me collide again
If there’s a place between the sides
I’ll walk the thin divide
Waiting for the moment
Both frequencies align
CREDITS
Performer: Aris Veyton
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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In a Bottle
Anneliese Bauer
Verified Artist
Anneliese Bauer
'''Anneliese Bauer''' is a vibrant independent artist renowned for her distinctive blend of thematic musical narratives. With a style as unique as her personality, she has been fascinating audiences across small town venues with her enchanting tunes and dynamic performances.
Raised in a household where music was a staple item alongside bread and butter, Bauer's affinity to music surfaced as naturally as her ability to provoke a hearty chuckle. Her folksy demeanor - a whimsical mix of unfiltered sarcasm and debonair charm - is flawlessly translated into her tunes that are both catchy and sometimes ambiguously profound. Similar to a good detective novel, Bauer's songs can keep the listeners guessing - and laughing - to the very end.
A native troubadour, her performances are a refreshing experience akin to drinking homemade lemonade on a sultry afternoon. But don't let her humble stages fool you; Bauer's music packs a formidable punch. One that's earned her a dedicated local following and is growing to include everyone who's had the chance to tap their feet to her tuneful narratives. ''In a Bottle'', one of her more notable songs, captures her musical prowess in a bottle, immersing the listener in a melodic journey of poignant storytelling punctuated with harmonies that ring long after the song ends.
Every decade witnesses a new wave of artists and Anneliese Bauer certainly makes her own waves. Bauer's craft is more than just making music; she creates memorable experiences woven into the very fabric of her artistry. She didn't crash the indie scene, she sauntered in, mandolin in hand, and smiled her way to the beat of her own drum. The passion, the zest, the talent: that's Anneliese Bauer!
In a Bottle
Anneliese Bauer
Through the Mississippi River
Cold Chicago North Wind
Sailing down the Gulf of Mexico
I've got
Something to say
Floating in a bourbon-filled bottle
My own message in a bottle
I've got
Something to say
What if you could find it?
Then someone would know
What if you ignore it?
Then no one would know
Pick it up from the Atlantic Ocean
No matter what you do
If you leave it unopened
I'll have
Nothing to say
What if you don't find it?
Then no one will know
What if you could listen?
Then someone would know
What if this was my only chance?
How could I tell you?
There is so much left to say
So much I want you to know
CREDITS
Performer: Anneliese Bauer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Recognize
Felix Dobrev
Verified Artist
Felix Dobrev
Meet Felix Dobrev, Sofia's best-kept secret, "dance" virtuoso extraordinaire, and ultimate purveyor of auditory happiness. An independent artist with charisma thicker than his grandmother's Bulgarian yogurt, he's ready to make the world "Recognize."
Born and bred in the heart of Bulgaria, Felix bloomed amid the lively buskers and the distinctive throb of the Balkan music scene, watching, learning, and nursing his own musical genius. This maestro of merriment can put a rhythm into anything quicker than a Baba slinging banitsa, and he is already proving to be the 'estest' of Sofia (fastest, and funniest) to hit the independent dance scene.
His most popular song, "Recognize," has the potent magic of turning gloomy Mondays into radiant Fridays, real Sofia-style. The track has genuine Dobrev charm: infectious beats that tug at your heartstrings as powerfully as they force your feet into grooves, making you feel like you're bouncing on the clouds above Vitosha Mountain.
Felix Dobrev isn't just any go-to party playlist contender. He's better. A creator of endorphin-evoking dance tracks that sparkle with joy and jive with wit, Felix is setting musical trends faster than the city’s tramcars. Prepare yourself to get caught up in his upbeat, unmistakable rhythm... just remember to "Recognize" where you first heard it!
Recognize
Felix Dobrev
It's rainy outside snowing outside
And pour me in ice cold water swell my chest
To make me hard to weep to lie to lie
But I will find another route
Yeah
'Cause
Baby
It's easy for me now
And if I have another chance
I will never ask a second chance
For now you recognize the sound
The sound is good
For now you recognize the light
The source of the light
(Uh) (ah)
(Ah)
Saw me very low
And use to call me mad as bad as you could
But hush
My baby
I don't mind
It's what sublime
Sublime
But make after now it's easy for me finally
Seems that I never felt you love me truly anyway
For now you recognize the sound
The sound is good
For now you recognize the light
The source of the light
(Uh) (uh)
(Ah)
(Ah)
CREDITS
Performer: Felix Dobrev
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Tied My Hands
River Mae
Verified Artist
River Mae
Meet River Mae, a musical maverick straight out of Norway. Originally a law student, she swapped the courtroom for the recording booth after much persuasive coaxing from friends who were evidently one part envious of her vocal chords, and two-parts tired of hearing her legal jargon. Like so many greats before her, River's journey began modestly, singing her heart out in local karaoke bars, where her renditions of beloved pop classics left many patrons wondering if they hadn't perhaps had one too many cocktails...or was that really just a law grad belting out tunes?
River's music career showcases a perfect blend of spontaneity and determination. Her life took an unexpected turn when she surrendered to her friends' pestering and stepped in front of the mic, exchanging her comfort zone for a world filled with rhythms and melodies. In the process, River managed to redefine karaoke nights everywhere, as her enchanting voice left audiences questioning whether they were in a cozy neighborhood bar or an illustrious music arena. Now when she's not sharing her tongue-in-cheek anecdotes about her journey from law books to lyric sheets, she's singing about it in her scintillating tunes.
Most notably, the song "Tied My Hands" brings all these elements together, much like the varying elements of a fine Norwegian herring platter. It conveys the struggles and hesitations of leaping from the predictable world of law to the exhilarating uncertainty of music, interlaced with her unmistakable charm and wit. And let's be real, who else besides River could make a metaphor about legal restraints sound so darn catchy? So here's a toast to River Mae, a law school dropout turned captivating songstress. Turn a blind eye to her lawsuits for now, as you will surely get tied up with her spellbinding music.
Tied My Hands
River Mae
[Intro]
Heat off the glass
You look through me fast
You speak in shrugs and sideways glances
I fill the silence with fake chances
You say nothing but I stay
Making futures you won’t play
Pulled tight I bend where you lean
Your touch says less than your leave
I don’t ask you what you mean
Guess I like to not believe
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (yeah yeah!)
I lit the match you walked right by (mmm ooh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(I fall anyway)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Na-na oooh-ohh no-no…
Scratched your name on my old mirror
Smeared it out but you got clearer
Gave you pieces you forgot to ask for
Heard your plans still kept the back door
Left your coat out in the rain
Hoped you'd care enough to complain
You move like truth on rewind
Slow and sharp not ever mine
I gave up drawing the line
Then I crossed it every time
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (ahh yeah)
I lit the match you walked right by (ohhh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(Still I stay)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Na-na mm-mm oh yeah…
I keep breaking in my own voice
Tried to leave like I had a choice
Words don’t reach you but I shout
Now my echo’s burning out
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (ahh yeah!)
I lit the match you walked right by (woo-ooh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(but I play)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Oooh na-na-na
CREDITS
Performer: River Mae
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Through Me (feat Do...
Jett Ralston
Verified Artist
Jett Ralston
Born and raised in Ventura, California, Jett Ralston grew up in a garage that smelled like motor oil, vinyl records, and his father’s hair pomade. While other kids watched cartoons, Jett memorized the Grease soundtrack and tried to mirror Elvis's hip sway in the hallway mirror. His voice—low, smoky, and just a little rough around the edges—carries the DNA of that golden age, but never feels stuck in it.
Jett’s debut single “Through Me” (feat. Dolores Queen) is a cinematic slow-burn: part lost love, part lounge confession. Produced exclusively for Filodyo, the track fuses analog charm with subtle modern edges, pairing his velvet baritone with Dolores Queen’s haunting harmonies. He doesn’t try to be Elvis — but he sings like someone who misses that kind of honesty on stage.
With a sound caught somewhere between a flickering jukebox and a midnight highway, Jett Ralston is not here for nostalgia — he's here to make old souls feel seen again.
Through Me (feat Dolores Queen)
Jett Ralston
(verse 1)
You sit beside me
but your eyes
walk down a hallway
I can’t find
You ask me questions
with no wait
as if the answers
might hesitate
(verse 2)
You touch my hand
like it’s just air
like something’s there
but not quite where
I say your name
just to hear
if it still sounds
like you’re near
(chorus)
You move through me
like wind through cloth
like water shaped
by what it’s not
You don’t resist
but you don’t hold
You’re warm
but I’m cold
(verse 3)
The kitchen light
flickers twice
We laugh but
not with our eyes
The song that used to
make you sway
now plays like
furniture on replay
(chorus — repeat)
You move through me
without a sound
I feel you there
but not around
You’re close
but not slow
You’re mine
but I don’t know
(outro — quiet)
Love didn’t leave
but it learned
to disappear
CREDITS
Performer: Jett Ralston
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Call Me Expensive
Fonx Prime
Verified Artist
Fonx Prime
Fonx Prime is an emerging artist from London, known for his infectious blend of funk and pop that captures the vibrancy of the city’s music scene. Currently honing his craft as a conservatoire student, Fonx brings a youthful exuberance to his work, drawing inspiration from both classic influences and contemporary trends. His debut track "Call Me Expensive" showcases this dynamic approach, effortlessly merging upbeat rhythms with playful lyrics that resonate with themes of hope and confidence.
With a sound that is both energetic and uplifting, Fonx's music invites listeners into a world where joy is paramount. Each composition reflects his ability to create engaging melodies that linger in the mind long after the last note fades. Beyond the lively grooves of "Call Me Expensive," future releases are expected to expand upon this tapestry, exploring the interplay between funk-driven beats and pop sensibilities while maintaining an overall sense of optimism.
Fonx Prime’s artistic identity is rooted in authenticity, as he embraces his journey with sincerity and passion. His music not only serves as a reflection of his personal experiences but also invites audiences to celebrate life’s moments of happiness and playfulness. As he continues to develop his catalog, Fonx aims to connect with fans through relatable themes and an infectious energy that encourages everyone to embrace their individuality.
Call Me Expensive
Fonx Prime
Ow
Mm
Don’t act cheap with my heart
You got style
But you talk too much
You got taste
But you rush too much
I don’t need
A golden key
I just need
You next to me
No long speech
No big parade
Just that look
That you can’t fake
You say maybe
I say no
Pick a side
Or let me go
I’m not hard to love
I’m hard to fool
You play so sweet
But I know you
If you want my time
Spend it right
Don’t bring drama
To my Friday night
Call me expensive
Call me too much
Call me whenever
You need real love
Call me electric
Call me your type
Call me before you
Change your mind
You don’t need money
You need attention
I don’t want diamonds
I want intention
Call me expensive
Baby that’s fine
Cheap talk never
Gets my time
You wear cool
Like a second skin
But I see nerves
When I walk in
You try smooth
I try honest
You want games
I want promise
Don’t send flowers
Send the truth
I got better
Things to do
You say maybe
I say please
Don’t waste rhythm
On your knees
I’m not hard to love
I’m hard to fool
You play so sweet
But I know you
If you want my time
Spend it right
Don’t bring drama
To my Friday night
Call me expensive
Call me too much
Call me whenever
You need real love
Call me electric
Call me your type
Call me before you
Change your mind
You don’t need money
You need attention
I don’t want diamonds
I want intention
Call me expensive
Baby that’s fine
Cheap talk never
Gets my time
Less conversation
More dedication
Less explanation
More demonstration
I don’t need perfect
I don’t need rich
I need somebody
Who knows what this is
Say it cleaner
Stand up straighter
Love me now
Or miss me later
Call me expensive
Call me too much
Call me whenever
You need real love
Call me electric
Call me your type
Call me before you
Change your mind
You don’t need money
You need attention
I don’t want diamonds
I want intention
Call me expensive
Baby that’s fine
Cheap talk never
Gets my time
Ow
Don’t act cheap with my heart
Call me expensive
That’s a good start
CREDITS
Performer: Fonx Prime
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Nowhere Else to Be
Elias Carter
Verified Artist
Elias Carter
Elias Carter is an alternative pop singer-songwriter known for his cinematic soundscapes and introspective lyrics. Born in Amsterdam and raised between London and New York, his music blends urban melancholy with dreamy, atmospheric production. Drawing inspiration from late-night cityscapes and fleeting moments of connection, Elias crafts songs that feel both deeply personal and universally relatable.
His breakout single, "Nowhere Else to Be," captures the essence of restless nights and timeless emotions, blending smooth vocals with hypnotic synths and a nostalgic pulse. With a voice that resonates like a late-night confession, Elias Carter is quickly becoming a rising name in the modern alt-pop scene.
Nowhere Else to Be
Elias Carter
Shadows dance on midnight streets
Footsteps lost in faded beats
Silent stories in our eyes
Holding on like time defies
Hearts collide where the night won’t fade
Falling fast but we’re unafraid
We got nowhere else to be (yeah yeah)
Just you and me in the in-between (oh-oh)
It’s like déjà vu we’re on repeat (woah)
Running wild side by side (side by side)
City hums a quiet tune
Drifting under silver moons
Every second slips away
But we’re here we’re here to stay
Hearts collide where the night won’t fade
Falling fast but we’re unafraid
We got nowhere else to be (yeah yeah)
Just you and me in the in-between (oh-oh)
It’s like déjà vu we’re on repeat (woah)
Running wild side by side (side by side)
No past no future just this moment’s heat
Moving through a dream we don’t repeat
Let the night take what it needs
We got nowhere else to be
CREDITS
Performer: Elias Carter
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Kaiser Tempo
Herr Casino
Verified Artist
Herr Casino
Herr Casino, the enigmatic artist from Vienna, effortlessly blends the vibrant worlds of dance, disco, and electronic pop. With an uplifting energy that resonates through tracks like "Kaiser Tempo" and "Disco Machiavelli," his music invites listeners to revel in moments of joy and hope. Each song showcases his playful vocal identity, characterized by a male voice that carries a sense of infectious enthusiasm, making his work perfect for both lively dance floors and introspective evenings.
Across his catalog, Herr Casino's tracks are united by their energetic beats and evocative themes. Songs like "Kaiser Tempo" radiate happiness and inspiration, while "Disco Machiavelli" explores deeper emotional landscapes, balancing loneliness with uplifting melodies. This duality reflects his artistic vision, where joyous dance music meets introspective storytelling, creating a rich tapestry of sound that captivates and engages listeners. Whether you're looking to dance or reflect, Herr Casino's music provides the perfect backdrop for a variety of moods and moments.
Kaiser Tempo
Herr Casino
Achtung
Herr Casino
Kaiser Tempo
No love story
No apology
Nur Rhythmus
He came in sharp
Black coat white face
Gold ring no name
One step two guards
Red wine fast cars
Cold smile big talk
Slow hands hard walk
Everybody said
Who is this man?
Nobody moved
Nobody ran
He smiled like a banker
Danced like a thief
Talked like a prince
With a knife in his sleeve
Kaiser Tempo
King of the room
Too much money
Not enough truth
Clickclick
Camera flash
Ticktick
Count the cash
Big talk
Small town
Lights up
Hands down
He don’t sing
He declares
He don’t love
He compares
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
He says yes
When the world says no
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Velvet shoes
And a radio soul
Ohoh
Zu spät mein Freund
Ohoh
He never goes home
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Everybody knows
But nobody knows
Hotel lobby
Three am
Same old story
New problem
Silver lighter
Foreign smoke
He tells the truth
Like it’s a joke
Listen darling
Life is a game
Change the rules
Then change your name
He signs the bill
With a fountain pen
Leaves no number
Comes back again
One hand waving
One hand cold
Too young to stop
Too rich to grow old
Clickclick
Camera flash
Ticktick
Count the cash
Big talk
Small town
Lights up
Hands down
He don’t run
He arrives
He don’t sleep
He survives
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
He says yes
When the world says no
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Velvet shoes
And a radio soul
Ohoh
Zu spät mein Freund
Ohoh
He never goes home
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Everybody knows
But nobody knows
In Vienna
They called him trouble
In Paris
They called him style
In Milan
They called him expensive
In Berlin
They just smiled
He said
Gentlemen
You can buy the ticket
But you cannot buy the entrance
Then the bass came in
Tempo
Kaiser
Tempo
Kaiser
No crown
No throne
Just a telephone
No heart
No fear
Just a mirror near
Tempo
Kaiser
Tempo
Kaiser
Talk fast
Walk slow
Never let the people know
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
He says yes
When the world says no
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Velvet shoes
And a radio soul
Ohoh
Zu spät mein Freund
Ohoh
He never goes home
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Everybody knows
But nobody knows
Achtung
The bill is paid
The room is empty
Kaiser Tempo
Has left the building
CREDITS
Performer: Herr Casino
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Gone Too Soon (feat...
Trevor Knox
Verified Artist
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!
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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Time to Get Loose
Martian Mark
Verified Artist
Martian Mark
Mark Martian is one of the most elusive figures in the music world, and his mysterious persona has left many fans wondering—could he really be from Mars?
Known for using the alias Martian Mark during his collaborations, this enigmatic producer has somehow managed to evade the spotlight completely. No interviews, no photos, no videos—Mark is practically a ghost. Some say it’s part of his brand, while others speculate wildly. Who knows?
Maybe while Elon Musk dreams of building colonies on Mars, Mark’s already here, quietly making beats after hitching a ride from the Red Planet’s first neighborhood.
Despite the secrecy surrounding him, one thing’s clear: Mark’s music speaks volumes. His deep house tracks pulse with interstellar vibes, his pop productions are out-of-this-world catchy, and his funk grooves are, well, otherworldly.
Whether he’s blending cosmic synths with soulful beats or dropping funk-infused rhythms, his style keeps listeners hooked and guessing. You can hear his work across platforms, but his music truly shines on Filodyo, where you might catch the next great Martian anthem—if he doesn’t beam it up first.
Time to Get Loose
Martian Mark
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Hit the floor
Drop it low
Raise the roof
Lose control
Time to go
Take it slow
Bring it back
Give me more
No need to run
Baby
Don't be scared
The night's still young
We can dance all night
When it gets to be too much
Let the bass kick in
When you're feeling out of touch
Let the bass kick in
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Find a way
Take a chance
Turn around
Take my hand
We can go
Find a place
Move your body
Pick up the pace
No need to run
Baby
Don't be scared
The night's still young
We can dance all night
When it gets to be too much
Let the bass kick in
When you're feeling out of touch
Let the bass kick in
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
CREDITS
Performer: Martian Mark
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
