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Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
Verified Artist
Elyra Dawn
Elyra Dawn was born in Rotterdam, raised between ferry horns and late-night radio static. Music wasn’t a choice — it was everywhere. Her mother sang quietly while folding laundry, her older brother blasted trance through paper-thin walls, and Elyra? She listened. Carefully. Absorbing melodies like secondhand sunlight.
She spent her teenage years bouncing between school choirs, bedroom recordings, and weekend trips to Amsterdam’s record stores. The moment she first heard Robyn’s Dancing On My Own on a train platform at dusk, something clicked. It wasn’t just about sadness or joy — it was how you could wear both in the same voice. That duality, the push and pull between euphoria and vulnerability, would become Elyra’s signature.
After performing in local clubs and uploading small demos online, she received an unexpected email from Filodyo’s Hakan E — a message that simply said: “You sound like you’ve lived a little. Let’s talk.” What followed was a slow, careful collaboration: late-night file exchanges, voice memos from backstage, moments captured between flights. Elyra didn’t rush it. She never does.
Today, her voice balances two worlds — the sweaty rush of the dancefloor and the quiet ache of a Sunday morning alone. Her hooks stick, her delivery stings, and her presence on stage feels at once intimate and cinematic. Elyra Dawn isn’t here to be loud. She’s here to be heard.
Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
I kept your echo in a borrowed chord
Faded at the edges like a prayer ignored
You never spoke in “forever” terms—
Only in glances only in turns
We drew lines in passing trains
Paused in motion looped refrains
What we had was quiet gold—
But time like steam refused to hold
So I won't chase the version of us
That never really stayed never fully was
You were a still life mid-collapse
A moving part in silent gaps
And I loved you there—
Where the light never dared
But lingered
Like it knew
We’d vanish fair
You hummed in keys I couldn’t trace
Left fingerprints on open space
A breath a shift a tilted frame
No villain here just untitled blame
Maps don’t cover scenes like this
Where lips forget what touch meant bliss
But if you ask what we became—
A shadow signed with no one’s name
I won't rewrite the note you played
Or tune the silence we conveyed
You were a still life breaking fast
A fleeting truth I couldn’t grasp
And I loved you there—
Not to repair—
But to remember
Without despair
Maybe we were best
in between intentions
Not a love song—
just the tension
Still life
in motion
Still life
Not frozen
CREDITS
Performer: Elyra Dawn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Strong City Woman
Viktoria Klein
Verified Artist
Viktoria Klein
Meet Viktoria Klein - the voice that's spreading joy across the alternative music scene with her infectious killer hooks and luminous personality. With her hit track "Strong City Woman" tearing up playlists, she's quickly becoming an essential fixture in the world of independent music.
Viktoria's journey to alt-pop goddess was anything but ordinary. As the story goes, she used to croon to sheep in her grandma's Yorkshire farm, using a pitchfork as a microphone- the sheep sure as hell didn't mind the free gig! This unorthodox "tour" harnessed her melodious chops, and the rolling English countryside became the stage where she honed what is now touted as "cripplingly delightful" tunes.
Klein's music mourns none and pleases many. Her "happy" mode of operation disguises the edgy undertone of her sound, striking a perfect chord between sunny optimism and biting realism. Listening to her tunes, you'll feel like you've been let in on a secret club - the kind that serves tequila at breakfast and sees exposed brick as the height of interior design. Each strum, every beat feels like Viktoria is sharing a personal punch-line; you practically hear her ironic chuckle as you navigate her audial landscape.
It’s near impossible to walk away from a Viktoria Klein track without a spring in your step or, at the very least, a glazed look of contentment. The alternative scene may be awash with talent but no one quite offers the Viktoria Klein experience – a merry romanticism that leaves heartache outside the nightclub door, making sure your ears are filled with nothing but good times. Watch out world, there’s a new 'Strong City Woman' in town!
Strong City Woman
Viktoria Klein
Closet full of dancing shoes God knows
Probably got the same tattoo somewhere
Dark roots on her light blue born with
Fire in the eyes like you but rules
There are rocks made from paper and
Statues that move
And there’s nothing wrong in her world
If she says it’s true
There are dove feathered angels
without wings who fly she let them
And a strong city woman
who can’t be confined not loveless
In six weeks there’s a new routine mapped out
Confetti and the sacred dark marked down
Fire is a cleansing bark without rules
You are starting in your light blue fire
Dancing over quicksand tides right now
In the light of your eyes
You’re about to delve in
Let yourself feel power
Your love is wealth you’re flying
You can’t be made outlawed
The city that you built
didn’t need doors in the first place
Use the grass in the fields
out there for your campsite
Maybe later you’ll be needed
back on the home base
Walls don’t mean anything
under the birdlines
Strong woman can’t be confined not loveless
CREDITS
Performer: Viktoria Klein
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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The Land of No Tomo...
Marco Bellini
Verified Artist
Marco Bellini
Meet Marco Bellini, the gleaming lone star of the independent dance scene, making you forget any sorrow with his upbeat tunes. Born and raised under the swaying palm trees of Naples, Italy, Bellini crafts sonic euphoria like no other.
Our man Bellini did not find his love in the stomping grounds of Naples’ electrifying night scene. Instead, the sun-soaked streets, vibrant markets, and the rhythmic cadence of the Mediterranean waves stirred something deep. This culminated in his irresistible brainchild—"The Land of No Tomorrow"—a track so hopelessly optimistic that it made the Billboard's 'Sad Songs' list for the sheer irony.
Marco, with his deft touch, keeps it simple—'Simple is the new sexy,' he once quipped, half-twirling his pencil-thin moustache. He convinces you there's always a dance party waiting around the corner, even in a world that often sounds like a broken record. His tunes are a sonic Piña Colada—sweet, refreshing, and leaving you high on life. As Marco himself proclaims, "a tempo that resonates with the heartbeat of joy, that's my journey's end."
The Land of No Tomorrow
Marco Bellini
There's a place where I can go
When I feel the world closing in
Take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
Where no one's ever been
I know I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
And it feels like I'm falling
But you tell me I'm flying
I was feeling so low
Now you got me high
I know I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
'Cause when I am with you
There's no sadness or sorrow
I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
CREDITS
Performer: Marco Bellini
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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What’s It Made Of?
LYA
Verified Artist
LYA
“If it doesn’t ask questions, it’s not music.”
LYA (pronounced “Lie-uh”) is a genre-defying artist from Berlin whose roots stretch from conservatory string quartets to the depths of fog-drenched warehouse raves. A classically trained violinist who once performed Vivaldi at age nine, she left formal music behind in her early 20s to pursue something more fractured, more real. What emerged was a sound as delicate as it is defiant—where harpsichords coexist with 2-step beats, and questions matter more than answers.
Her music exists in a liminal zone: somewhere between dance and disassociation, pop and poetry, cathedral and club. LYA often weaves spoken-word passages into her songs, transforming internal monologues into melodic mantras. Vocals—sometimes her own, sometimes spliced and AI-shifted—glide over textured layers of cello, muted synths, and ambient distortion. Think: if Imogen Heap grew up listening to Burial and wrote haikus in code.
LYA’s debut EP “Syntax of Sleep” was a quiet cult success among insomniac circles on Bandcamp, praised for its “introspective maximalism.” Her live sets, often accompanied by generative visuals and interactive lighting that reacts to audience movement, blur the line between concert and hallucination. She isn’t afraid of silence, nor of noise. Both, to her, are forms of rhythm.
LYA doesn’t write songs to explain. She writes them to wonder. “What’s It Made Of?”—her latest single via notfm—isn’t just a title. It’s a dare. A whisper in the hallway between thoughts. A reminder that meaning isn’t always the point.
What’s It Made Of?
LYA
Woke up in a sentence I don’t remember writing
(uhhh)
My name’s on the wall
but it’s spelled with a “Y” now
weird
I tried to fold the sunlight into thirds
but it keeps leaking through the creases
Like—
was that ever the point?
(Hey!)
Did we name the silence just to fill it?
A blue cup a red sock a key with no lock
Mom said dreams don’t rot
but I found mold on the corners of mine
(yeah uh-huh)
What’s it made of?
(Lie?)
What’s it made oooooof?
Is this glass or just slow ice?
(what’s the—yeah)
If I bite it will it crack or cry?
(Haha—cry?)
I asked the mirror but she blinked
Twice
My coat is full of exit signs
but none of them point north
I sleep in the hallway between thoughts—
and that’s fine
Or it was
(Was it?)
Someone keeps leaving me notes
in a handwriting I don't remember learning
“Simplify”
“Unwind”
“Don't trust the tulips”
What’s it made of?!
(don’t tell me it’s hope again)
What’s it maaaade of?!
If it’s love why’s it shaped like a chair leg?
If it’s truth
why does it taste like batteries?
Whoa whoa—
Don’t go there
Not now
(NOT NOW!)
CREDITS
Performer: LYA
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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This Isn’t Love
Chris Nate
Verified Artist
Chris Nate
Meet Chris Nate, the alternative tunesmith you've probably never heard of, but will soon be unable to live without. Emerging from the vibrant music scene of Nashville, this little-known troubadour is steadily carving a niche for himself in the wide world of alternative music.
Chris is notoriously bashful about his origins but will tell you this: the fundamental building blocks of his music lie not in Nashville's sing-and-clap heartland, but on the rhythmic streets of his namesake city, Natchitoches, Louisiana. Every song seems to skate effortlessly across bayou blues and backwater folk rock, all while maintaining the ebullient tone that is so very Chris Nate.
It's no surprise that this seemingly scattershot blend of influences works so well given the success of his track, "This Isn't Love." A merry jaunt that dares to ask, 'What if love was more like playing jazz on a banjo in space?’ Delivered with a wink, a nod, and most crucially, a tie-dye shirt, the song is a festival of joy that will have listeners tapping their feet while crying laughter tears.
So, grab your headphones and give Chris Nate a spin. Here’s an artist whose music won’t just tickle your ears, but might just tickle your funny bone as well. He's serving up slices of life with a side of melody, and it's a recipe that's simply too tasty to resist. And if that isn’t love, well, this isn’t a biography. Or is it? Chris Nate might make you question everything. Everything except for his expertise in creating cheerfully menagerie tunes, that is.
This Isn’t Love
Chris Nate
Your keys on my floor like secrets we ignore
Talk cheap in the kitchen but silence said more
Late bites blurred lines
We orbit what we can’t define
And I don’t ask you to stay
But you never walk away
Ooh—ohh—caught in that delay
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
The door’s half closed your shadow blends
Routine strangers no need to pretend
Unread texts skipped calls
But still I’m there when you fall
I won’t hold out a map
You keep tracing the gap
Mm—yeah—holding what we lack
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
Words don’t heal in stereo
We play roles we’ll never know
But I’d still let it repeat—mmm—aah
Ahh—mmm—breathe in the mess
Still tethered nothing less
[Final Chorus]
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
(Uhh!) crash not intent
CREDITS
Performer: Chris Nate
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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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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Parle Moins (feat M...
Kessy
Verified Artist
Kessy
Kessy is a France-born artist with African roots, shaped by a sound environment that blends urban pop, Afro-influenced rhythms and understated confidence. Raised between cultures, her music reflects a calm but assertive attitude, focusing on presence rather than excess. She is known for her controlled vocal delivery, minimal phrasing and lyrics that draw clear boundaries without dramatization.
With Parle Moins, Kessy joins forces with Malik Joon, whose sharp, rhythm-focused vocal style adds a contrasting edge to the track. Their collaboration is built on balance: restraint over intensity, clarity over noise. The song captures a modern, radio-friendly Afro-pop aesthetic while keeping a cool, grounded tone.
This release marks their meeting point on Filodyo and NOT FM, where both artists come together through a shared approach to contemporary sound and modern production values. Parle Moins stands as a confident introduction to Kessy’s artistic direction: direct, composed and unmistakably current.
Parle Moins (feat Malik Joon)
Kessy
Ouais
Hmm
Parle moins
Tu parles trop tu dis rien
Toujours sûr jamais clair
Tu me regardes de loin
Comme si j’étais à refaire
Tu dis “viens” tu dis “reste”
Mais tu sais pas pourquoi
Moi je lis dans les gestes
Pas dans ce que tu crois
J’ai pas besoin d’expliquer
Je me vois très bien sans toi
Si tu viens pour improviser
Autant rester là-bas
Parle moins regarde mieux
J’ai déjà compris le décor
Parle moins regarde mieux
J’attends pas que tu sois fort
Parle moins regarde mieux
Je perds pas mon équilibre
Parle moins regarde mieux
Je suis calme je suis libre
Tu veux suivre mon tempo
Mais tu marches à côté
Chez moi tout est simple
Faut savoir rester vrai
T’as appris à parler vite
À promettre sans voir
Mais moi je coupe le son
Quand ça sonne trop noir
Yeah
J’arrive clean sans détour
J’fais pas l’acteur dans le jour
Trop de bruit pour peu d’idées
Moi j’avance pas besoin d’jouer
Elle sait lire entre les lignes
Moi j’dis moins j’fais plus
Si tu veux rester dans le film
Faut être réel pas flou
Parle moins regarde mieux
J’ai déjà compris le décor
Parle moins regarde mieux
J’attends pas que tu sois fort
Parle moins regarde mieux
Je perds pas mon équilibre
Parle moins regarde mieux
Je suis calme je suis libre
Ouais
Parle moins
C’est mieux comme ça
CREDITS
Performer: Kessy
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Every Heartbeat
Dionne
Verified Artist
Dionne
Enter Dionne, a maverick of the dance scene and purveyor of pop perfection hailing from the heart-thrum of Las Vegas, aptly nicknamed Sin City. Unsurprisingly, Dionne's music puts the heart back into the heartland of America's entertainment playground with every thumping beat.
A regular backstage presence at the glittering Strip casinos from a young age, Dionne honed her craft amid the mesmerizing hum of slot machines and the relentless energy of SinCity's pulsating nightlife. Now she's smashing the charts harder than a high roller on a lucky streak, with her notably infectious hit "Every Heartbeat."
Dionne has become synonymous with creating an ecstasy of sound you can’t help but move to, weaving happy harmonies like a nimble-fingered croupier dealing a hand of high-stakes poker. Her music doesn't just evoke a happy mood; no, it screws up happiness into a confetti ball and throws it high into the Nevada night sky – a neon rainbow explosion against the backdrop of the Vegas lights.
In Dionne, we found our music equivalent to a Vegas jackpot - always unexpected, always exhilarating. She's placing Dance back on the frontline and hitting the jackpot not with poker chips, but with every electrifying, happy heartbeat resonating in her tunes. And let's say this; she's just getting warmed up.
Every Heartbeat
Dionne
Shadows linger where the sunlight fades
Holding secrets in the empty space
Your silhouette’s a memory untold
It’s a story that I can’t let go
Caught between the static and the sound
Reaching for the way to turn around
Every heartbeat chasing a sign
Lost in the rhythm searching for time
Falling deeper I feel the weight
But maybe this is how we find our way
Paper walls can’t keep the world outside
Every tear’s a piece of what we hide
I’m still learning how to let it show
But your eyes they see what I don’t know
Caught between the static and the sound
Reaching for the way to turn around
Every heartbeat chasing a sign
Lost in the rhythm searching for time
Falling deeper I feel the weight
But maybe this is how we find our way
It’s not the end it’s just a curve
A second chance the one we deserve
We’re not alone even when we break
The pieces fit in the steps we take
If I could hold the night a little longer
I’d show you how we rise from the thunder
Nothing’s perfect but we’ll make it through
Every crack lets the light shine through
Every heartbeat chasing a sign
Lost in the rhythm searching for time
Falling deeper I feel the weight
But maybe this is how we find our way
Every crack lets the light shine through
This is how we find what’s true
CREDITS
Performer: Dionne
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Another Shot
Melly Rich
Verified Artist
Melly Rich
Melly Rich, born to a Lebanese family in Amsterdam, grew up surrounded by two worlds: the culinary brilliance of her father, Chef Khaled Rich, and the rich cultural heritage of the Middle East. Her father is the head chef of La Maison des Délices, one of France’s most prestigious Michelin-starred restaurants, known for its fusion of French and Middle Eastern flavors. Despite her father's fame in the culinary world, Melly's passion led her down a different path.
Though her family assumed she would follow in her father’s footsteps, Melly was captivated by music from a young age. With her father’s full support, she began singing, though her formal education took her into the world of architecture at the University of Amsterdam.
Balancing her studies with her love for music, Melly began to develop a unique sound, blending her Middle Eastern roots with the vibrant energy of Western pop. Her breakthrough single, "Damn, I Wish I Were in Istanbul", captures this fusion perfectly. The song carries hints of oud and traditional Arabic rhythms, interwoven with modern pop beats, creating a bridge between two worlds. It’s not just a catchy tune—it’s a love letter to her cultural identity, filled with nostalgia for the warmth and chaos of the Middle East, while reflecting her cosmopolitan life in Europe.
The song quickly gained attention, especially for its atmospheric vibes that pull listeners into a dreamlike vision of Istanbul, with its bustling bazaars and shimmering Bosphorus views.
Melly's ability to infuse her music with Middle Eastern influences sets her apart in the global music scene, and though she’s still juggling her architectural studies, there’s no doubt that music is where her heart truly lies. With the world now watching, Melly Rich is on her way to becoming an international sensation, blending cultures and genres like her father blends flavors at his famous restaurant.
Another Shot
Melly Rich
do not be afraid- this is not fm
you're on filodyo
Sitting in my jail cell
Eating my beans
And I'm going to hell
If you know what I mean
'Cause I was guilty as charged
On that dark night
But now I'm here
And I want to make things right
I've been here before
Knocking on heaven's door
But I'm gonna try once more
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
I had my first day out
Back on the streets
With nothing in my pockets
But a pair of keys
So I put them in the ignition
Of a new Cadillac
And I went cruising
Down the tracks
I've been here before
Knocking on heaven's door
But I'm gonna try once more
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
CREDITS
Performer: Melly Rich
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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The Sweetest Tornado
Blake Felton
Verified Artist
Blake Felton
Despite sounding like a comic book alter ego, Blake Felton is anything but fictitious. Sure, the moniker is a cheeky assent to his fervent admiration for Blake Shelton, but our guy Felton wears his alias with a tireless charm that’s just as compelling as his given name, Alex. Drawing inspiration and maybe even a little mischievous wit from his country idol, he weaves an intrinsic thread of twang into his unique sound, establishing an undeniable presence in the rootsy pop-rock arena.
Blake Felton stories often come with a touch of humor, just like his catchy, because-why-not song titles. Take, for example, his hit single "The Sweetest Tornado”. It's as if he baptizes every storm he crosses paths with in the sugariest syrup, then serenades it with an infectious melody until it becomes more pop-chart-whirlwind than natural disaster. But don't let that fool you; beneath his nimble storytelling and pun-laden lyrics, Blake showcases a robust, soulful voice that conveys a depth of emotion beyond the jovial exterior. Immensely captivating, a bit heartbreakingly sweet, and always full of unexpected fun - that's Blake Felton in a nutshell. He certainly isn't Blake Shelton, but in a twist of fate tinged with irony, he just might end up becoming more talked-about than his namesake.
The Sweetest Tornado
Blake Felton
She blows into town on a street bike
With her hair done up in cornrows
Gets off the gas like a hot dam
Wearing all pink head to toe
She steps into the bar like a cannonball
All the folks turn around like an old saw
She orders three shots
Honey on the rocks
And a Manhattan in her straw
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
Said a bad word one time in a nightclub
Said "Oops
That's too far"
Always says thank you to the bartender
Always says "Please
" "Oops
That's too far"
She steps into the bar like a cannonball
All the folks turn around like an old saw
She orders three shots
Honey on the rocks
And a Manhattan in her straw
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
The summer nights
They call her name
The winter months
They call in vain
When she's there
People can't complain
The streets are flooded from the rain
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
CREDITS
Performer: Blake Felton
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Static on the Line
Ryder James
Verified Artist
Ryder James
Ryder James is a rising pop-soul artist whose warm vocals and timeless style bridge the gap between classic soul storytelling and modern pop production. With a voice that carries both grit and grace, he creates songs that feel instantly familiar yet refreshingly new.
His debut single, Static on the Line, is a captivating blend of heartfelt lyricism and smooth, groove-driven instrumentation. Produced by Filodyo and released exclusively on NOT FM, the track showcases Ryder’s ability to turn everyday moments into powerful musical narratives.
Raised on a steady diet of soul legends and contemporary pop innovators, Ryder brings authenticity and emotional depth to every performance. Static on the Line is more than just a song—it’s an introduction to an artist who is here to connect, move, and inspire listeners worldwide.
Static on the Line
Ryder James
Mmm… yeah
Turn it up
Found your note between the bills folded twice
Three crooked letters never said it nice
Kitchen radio is drifting off-time
Wrong station playing but it suits the night
I dial your number — hear a click then air
Flashing digits on the stove just stare
Every heartbeat in my chest misaligns
Still I’m listening for a sign
There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line
City bus sighs at a midnight stop
Paperback angel at a corner shop
Borrowed coat hangs wide on my frame
Pockets full of change and a half-drawn name
Counting rail ties stepping over goodbyes
Copper on my tongue from unspoken replies
I hold my breath as if it might realign
What keeps crossing in my mind
There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line
Maybe I’m a bent antenna in a storm I knew
Turn me just a single degree — I point back to you
If the signal fades and the bars go blind
Call me by the name you underlined
Line… line… static on the line
(Keep talking)
Line… line… static on the line
There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line
Mmm… tune me in
Static on the line
CREDITS
Performer: Ryder James
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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