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Waves Don’t Ask Why
Wires and Petals
Verified Artist
Wires and Petals
Formed in the late 2010s, Wires and Petals is a producer duo that blends intricate electronic sound design with emotional songwriting. Hailing from Lyon, France, the two longtime friends—Julien Moreau and Armand Lefèvre—first bonded over a shared obsession with underground house records and modular synthesizers.
Their name, Wires and Petals, reflects the duality in their music: wires for the technical, machine-driven side of production, and petals for the organic, poetic sensitivity they bring into their melodies and lyrics. The result is progressive house that feels both intimate and expansive—ideal for quiet headphone journeys or sunrise festival moments.
Known for their reflective male vocals processed into lush vocal chops, their tracks slowly evolve through layered arpeggios, textured pads, and deep, hypnotic grooves. They’ve been described as “emotional architects of the dancefloor,” carefully crafting transitions that build tension and release with elegance.
Beyond the studio, Julien and Armand are known for their warm personalities and playful approach to collaboration. Whether they’re joking around in the studio or testing new tracks in front of small club crowds, Wires and Petals carry an authenticity that sets them apart from many of their contemporaries. With each release, they aim to push the boundaries of progressive house while staying true to their philosophy: music that moves both the body and the heart.
Waves Don’t Ask Why
Wires and Petals
I walked too far to start again
But too close to turn away
The sky didn't open —
But I moved anyway
Heartbeat aligned with the sound
Footsteps lost never found
I don’t speak to the wind anymore
It never stayed to listen
But you —
You stayed quiet…
And I heard everything
Time doesn’t fold like a map
We stretch with every turn
The world spins without asking
But we — we learn
And if the tide forgets my name
Let it
I only needed the pull
CREDITS
Performer: Wires and Petals
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Afterglow
Emberlight
Verified Artist
Emberlight
With a sound as vibrant and electric as the city skyline, Emberlight sparkles atop the New York music scene like a well-placed disco ball. This dazzling fem duo is crafting dance-centric eargasms in a city that never sleeps, and admirers say the afterbuzz is real.
Maybe it's the infectious charm of Jade and Sapphire, the synth-crafting mavens behind Emberlight - a happy byproduct of insomnia spent pumping out beats and laughing into the eternity of the early dawn. Or perhaps it's the uncanny ability to paint every corner of your brain with catchy hooks and foot-shaking rhythms, the kind that leaves you humming in the bathroom mirror, hours after the party ends.
"The secret?" Jade says, turning a knob on her mixer, before glancing up with twinkling eyes of mischief, "is pizza slices at 3am. New York's finest greased cardboard cuisine. That's where the magic happens." Sapphire rolls her eyes, fiddling with a tangled synth cable, "It's synesthesia," she corrects, "Our music tastes like a pepperoni pizza."
Their standout track "Afterglow" is proof enough - drenched in sunlight, the dance anthem bounces around your heart like a cute kick-ass kangaroo playing jump rope. It glistens and pops with precisely the kind of joy-sparking energy we need in these seriously grey times. Emberlight crafts electronic music that ignites the dancefloor, and keeps the embers burning long after last call. And isn't that a delicious nightcap to sip on?
Afterglow
Emberlight
Woke up to the sound of trains
Running fast through yesterday
No mirror could hold that face
So I drew one in the rain
Told myself the weight was gone
But it echoed every dawn
Now I’ve stitched a different skin
One that doesn’t let you in
Built from pieces I denied (wooh)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (yeah)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (ay-ay)
No reruns in my mind
You were static dressed as light
Cut the strings that moved my hands
Now I write with no demands
Flipped the script the ink still dries
But I own each fragile line
Don’t need saving don’t need signs
I’m the storm you left behind
Built from pieces I denied (uh)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (yeah)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (woo ay-ay)
[Rap Verse – Male Vocal]
You thought I'd stay in the loop
Blueprint faded now I reboot
No rewind I’m not your past
New codes written in contrast
Cut ties like a data breach
Your reach got no hold on me
Was a ghost in your design
Now I ride the faultline
Every word I bit my tongue for
Every knock I held the door for
Now I tally scars like trophies
Turned the weight into my glory
Told ‘em I don’t chase old maps
Built new routes through all collapse
My name don’t echo back through yours
I'm the upgrade I’m the force (yeah)
Built from pieces I denied (uh)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (yeah)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (woo ay-ay)
Oooh
I left it all in that room
Keys turned locked the gloom
[Final Chorus]
Built from pieces I denied (yeah-yeah)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (uh-huh)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (let it shine ay-ay wooh)
CREDITS
Performer: Emberlight
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Beneath My Skin
Alex Mercer
Verified Artist
Alex Mercer
Alex Mercer isn't your run-of-the-mill, packaged, and primped pop star. He's that rare breed of true artist who moonlights as a philosopher in his spare time, equally quick to pick up an instrument as he is to spit-balling think pieces on existential woes. Born and bred in Ireland, Mercer’s music roots twist and twine through the romantic, rain-kissed streets of Dublin, soaking up influences from local legends like The Cranberries and U2. Imagine Bono and Dolores O'Riordan had a philosophical, multi-instrumentalist baby - that's our boy Alex for you.
Having been raised in a house where melodies danced intoxicated on Guinness, Mercer knows his way around an instrument or five. The man can coax sounds out of them that'll tear at your heartstrings and heal them in the same beat. His musical passion is only rivaled by his love for philosophy. One of his most famous songs "Beneath My Skin" is a perfect testament to this. It burrows deep into your psyche, tickles your existential dread, and leaves you in an introspective haze long after the last note fades. Mercer's music isn't just about foot-tapping tunes; it endeavors to pull out the guts of human experience, wrap it in a beautifully complex symphony and serve it back to you. Yummy, isn't it? We think so too.
Beneath My Skin
Alex Mercer
Glass towers hum in fading blue
Faint reflections split in two
Footsteps curve through liquid air
Tracing paths to nowhere
Weightless currents pull me near
Time dissolves yet stays so clear
Wires hum beneath my skin
Friction sparks we burn within
Rushing forward shedding past
Now’s the only thing that lasts
Torn-out pages words erased
Stories shift but won’t replace
Drifting through a silent storm
Shaping what was never formed
Weightless currents pull me near
Time dissolves yet stays so clear
Wires hum beneath my skin
Friction sparks we burn within
Rushing forward shedding past
Now’s the only thing that lasts
No rewind no fading lines
Only fire left to find
Wires hum beneath my skin
Friction sparks we burn within
Rushing forward shedding past
Now’s the only thing that lasts
CREDITS
Performer: Alex Mercer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Unholy Race
Logan Vance
Verified Artist
Logan Vance
Meet Logan Vance: the rock and roll laureate of our generation and an audaciously independent artist from, where else, but the sin city itself, Las Vegas. This guitar slinging, wordsmithing, intergalactic hero seems to have been born solely to make his own harmonic storms in the very desert that taught him the rock and roll parlance.
His tunes are like his town - rife with stories about right turns in the wrong places, the neon gleam of casino nights, and the recurrent theme of chasing after reckless dreams. Our heady hero doesn’t just play music, he lives it, injecting every chord with a potent mix of knowledge, regret, passion, and a punchy dash of Vegas glitter.
All of which has found a strangely harmonious home on his signature track, "Unholy Race," a raging electrified commentary on social struggle depicting life as a grand, if unholy, race! This isn’t just music, it’s a heart on a sleeve diary from a guy who got hip to life in the neon haze of a Vegas sunrise.
But don't be fooled by his 'city of sins' background — on stage and in the studio, it’s all about the music for Vance. He might climb the heights of hedonism, but he always does it with a guitar in his hand, eyes on the sky, and feet firmly rooted in the arid, undying love for his music. Enter the Vance-Verse: equal parts witty, gritty, and every bit as glitzy as a Vegas-strip marquee.
Unholy Race
Logan Vance
I don't know what you want if you just complain a lot
Maybe all you want is all they got
They stealin' my voice like it's crack rocks
They try to slow me down just like I'm taking adderall
You ain't the one who took me to the top
Boom on the Zoom
Bop-bop-bop-bop
They out for my heart
Boy
Ha
Crop
Treat me like Patty Kane on a short shot
Pokemon
Pokemon
Pokemon
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Young victors
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Live it out in the middle of the world
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
Live it out in the middle of the world
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Slowly
Slowly
They out for my heart
Boy
Ha
Crop
I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Slowly
Slowly
CREDITS
Performer: Logan Vance
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Long Distance Line ...
Eli Varnish
Verified Artist
Eli Varnish
Eli Varnish spent most of his life drawing straight lines for crooked cities. As an architect, he designed libraries, train stations, and far too many gray, forgettable office buildings. He was always more interested in light than concrete — the way it moved through windows, shifted on floors, or disappeared behind closed doors. But deadlines piled up, and inspiration gave way to invoices. When he retired at 62, he didn’t throw a party. He just handed in his keys, took the long way home, and listened to the silence.
That’s when the music came back.
In his youth, Eli had played piano quietly — always in private, never in public. Now, with no blueprints to chase, he returned to the keys. Slowly. Gently. A few friends joined him — a bassist who used to drive a bus, a trombonist who sold insurance, and a drummer who once taught math. They started meeting weekly above an old bookstore. No gigs, no names. Just music.
Eventually, they found their way into a small jazz bar — dim, warm, and half-forgotten. That’s where Eli plays now. No spotlight, no talk. Just a glass of red wine, a crooked hat, and a piano that creaks in all the right places. The audience doesn’t clap much. They just nod, like they recognize something they forgot they knew.
Eli doesn’t miss architecture. “Buildings are meant to last,” he says, “but songs... songs are meant to leave.” And so he plays — not to impress, but to remember. To trace old lines in the air. To build something no one can own, but everyone can feel.
Long Distance Line from the Bosphorus
Eli Varnish
I’m calling from a room with peeling paint
A radio coughing out the truth
The kettle screams like it knows my name
Coins on the table none of them are you
The line is bad the night is worse
Somewhere a ferry cuts the dark in two
I got your number on a matchbook
And a voice that still remembers you
The operator’s half asleep
She says “Sir you still there?”
I say “Yeah I’m breathing smoke and prayers
Trying to get through anywhere”
This is a long distance line from the Bosphorus
I got one minute maybe less
If the city don’t swallow my words whole
You’ll hear me say I did my best
Yeah it’s a long distance line from the Bosphorus
The signal shakes the past comes through
If this call drops into the water
Just know I was calling you
There’s a man downstairs selling broken watches
Says time owes him money too
Every streetlight flickers like a bad idea
Every bar knows something I won’t tell you
I saw your face in a cracked mirror
Right next to a stain on the wall
I tried to hang up three times already
But this phone just won’t let me fall
This is a long distance line from the Bosphorus
The clock’s got a loaded gun
If I disappear between the numbers
Just say I was almost done
Hello?
Yeah… it’s me
Listen don’t say my name
The walls here got ears
And the night’s taking notes
It’s a long distance line from the Bosphorus
Static dancing in my head
If you hear silence after this
That’s just the things I never said
The operator counts me down
Five… four… the river wins
Click
CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Velvet Switch
Celeste Raye
Verified Artist
Celeste Raye
There’s a certain stillness in Celeste Raye’s voice — the kind that turns crowded rooms quiet and late-night drives cinematic. Born and raised in South London, she grew up mimicking the elegance of old soul singers and the cool detachment of ‘90s club divas. On stage, Celeste doesn’t reach for the spotlight — it finds her.
Her latest release, Velvet Switch, is a slow-burning club anthem soaked in longing. Produced by NOT FM and available exclusively on Filodyo, the track pulses with quiet intensity — as if it’s remembering something you forgot you missed. Celeste’s voice doesn’t cry out. It hovers, suspended above the beat, tracing the shape of absence with each note.
People don’t come to her sets just to dance. They come to feel understood — in dim lights, with their eyes closed, mouthing words they’ve never said out loud. Velvet Switch captures that moment between stillness and surrender, when the music takes over and you stop pretending you’re fine.
Celeste Raye isn’t trying to be timeless. She already is — not because she sounds like someone else, but because she sounds like a feeling you’ve had before, but never named.
Velvet Switch
Celeste Raye
You touched my name with a fingertip lie
Then vanished like sugar in red wine
I didn’t chase I didn’t speak
But I rewrote you in every beat
You blink I break
You breathe I ache
You move I wait
(I wait I wait)
Come turn me on like a velvet switch
No promises just static twitch
Don’t love me—just circle back
One more loop then fade to black
(Ahh…)
Circle back
(Ahh…)
Fade to black
Your silence talks in Morse to me
I hum it back unconsciously
No need for vows no names to curse
We orbit pain—but in reverse
You blink I float
You breathe I choke
You move I glow
(You know you know)
Come turn me on like a velvet switch
Forget the rules forget the glitch
Don’t stay long—just mark the track
One more loop then no way back
(Hmm…)
Mark the track…
(Hmm…)
No way back…
It’s not love—
Just beautiful damage
A signal you sent
But never managed
(And I… tuned in anyway)
Come turn me on like a velvet switch
Whisper sweet in a foreign pitch
Don’t need truth—just feedback hum
One more loop—then I’ll come undone
(Undone…)
(Undone…)
CREDITS
Performer: Celeste Raye
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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La Sabiduría Calle...
Dos Latinos
La Sabiduría Callejera
Dos Latinos
No hay pupitre ni pizarra mi clase es la ciudad
Cada esquina un maestro cada calle una verdad
Aprendí de los fracasos de la escuela de intentar
Mis diplomas son las cicatrices que el tiempo no borrará
No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico
Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero
Mis compañeros son los sueños mi tarea la realidad
Cada día una página nueva lista para comenzar
En las plazas hallé libros que no se pueden cerrar
En los ojos de la gente historias que enseñan a amar
No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico
Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero
Entre sombras aprendí a encontrar la luz
La resiliencia es mi curso la esperanza mi cruz
No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico
Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero
Cierro los ojos siento el viento cada susurro una lección
En el gran libro de la vida escribo mi propia canción
CREDITS
Performer: Dos Latinos
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Bad Dreams
Miles Thorne
Verified Artist
Miles Thorne
Hailing from a quiet town in upstate New York, Miles Thorne is a soul artist with a voice that feels like a warm embrace on a cold night. Growing up in a family of classical musicians, Miles discovered his passion for storytelling through song at an early age. His sound blends the raw emotion of old-school soul with modern, minimalist production, creating a style that is both timeless and fresh.
Miles' debut single, "Bad Dreams," released under Filodyo Records, is a hauntingly beautiful ballad that explores the struggle of confronting inner fears while seeking redemption. With its poignant lyrics and his signature smooth, raspy vocal tone, the track quickly garnered attention, earning spots on several editorial playlists and praise from indie and soul music critics alike.
Drawing inspiration from legends like Bill Withers and James Blake, Miles crafts music that feels deeply personal, yet universally relatable. When he's not in the studio, you can find him performing in intimate venues across New York City, his magnetic stage presence captivating audiences night after night.
As he prepares for the release of his debut EP, Miles Thorne is undoubtedly carving out a space for himself as one of the most compelling new voices in the soul genre.
Bad Dreams
Miles Thorne
I wake to the hum of a restless moon
Curtains swaying like ghosts in the room
The walls are painted with shadows that creep
Whispering truths that I’d rather not keep
The clock’s stuck ticking in a crooked rhyme
And the air feels heavy thick with time
I try to shake the echoes but they pull me in
A carousel of faces where the dark begins
Bad dreams they’re crawling through my mind (oh no oh no)
Stealing the stillness I can’t seem to find (yeah yeah)
Bad dreams they’re tangled in my head (can’t escape it now)
Chasing the silence but it’s gone instead (it’s gone it’s gone)
Steps in the hallway but the floorboards don’t creak
A distant murmur but no one speaks
The mirror’s reflection isn’t quite my own
A fractured version I’ve never known
I turn the light on but it cuts too thin
The shadows grow deeper they’re pulling me in
I try to find the exit but the walls just bend
A labyrinth of longing with no end
Bad dreams they’re crawling through my mind (can’t get out can’t get out)
Stealing the stillness I can’t seem to find (oh I’m losing it now)
Bad dreams they’re tangled in my head (no way out no way out)
Chasing the silence but it’s gone instead (it’s gone it’s gone)
Lost in the haze where the night unfolds
Every corner hides a story untold
Fingers reach but they slip like smoke
And the weight of the dark wraps around my throat
If I could wake up would the room stay still?
Would the morning sun break this bitter chill?
But the curtains fall in the same slow dance
Caught in a fever I can’t outlast
Bad dreams they’re crawling through my mind (oh don’t let me go)
Stealing the stillness I can’t seem to find (somebody help me now)
Bad dreams they’re tangled in my head (no way out no way out)
Chasing the silence but it’s gone instead (it’s gone it’s gone)
CREDITS
Performer: Miles Thorne
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Feel The Fire
Sofia Cruzado
Verified Artist
Sofia Cruzado
Sofia Cruzado is a captivating Latin pop artist whose powerful voice and magnetic stage presence draw listeners in from the very first note. With a style reminiscent of modern Latin icons, she blends infectious rhythms with heartfelt storytelling, creating songs that ignite both emotion and movement.
Her debut single, Feel The Fire, captures her fiery spirit and undeniable charisma. Available exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, the track marks the beginning of a promising career that’s set to light up the Latin music scene. Sofia Cruzado doesn’t just perform—she commands attention, leaving an unforgettable impression on everyone who hears her.
Feel The Fire
Sofia Cruzado
Oh-oh oh-oh (yeah)
Mmm fuego
Let’s go
Your eyes pull me to the floor
Like the waves I can’t ignore
Every step you own the night
Body talkin’ feelin’ right
Baila lento take your time
One more step you’re in my mind
Heat is risin’ can’t disguise
Every move a paradise
Closer closer — feel that beat
Your hands your hips my heart skips
Rhythm’s takin’ over me
Baby set my body free
When you move like that I feel the fire
Heart’s in sync we’re climbing higher
Tu cuerpo dice lo que callas
I can read your soul in silence
Turn around the crowd goes wild
Every smile a little wild
Sunset glow on your skin
Dance begins we never end
Baila conmigo don’t let go
Every beat I need to know
Your shadow melts into mine
We get lost in perfect time
Closer closer — feel that beat
Your hands your hips my heart skips
Rhythm’s takin’ over me
Baby set my body free
When you move like that I feel the fire
Heart’s in sync we’re climbing higher
Tu cuerpo dice lo que callas
I can read your soul in silence
You say “come here” — I’m already gone
One step closer the night’s too long
You spin me ‘round — I lose control
Baila baila — let it flow
Oh-oh fuego fuego
Oh-oh fuego fuego
Move it move it
Lose it lose it
When you move like that I feel the fire (fuego)
Heart’s in sync we’re climbing higher (más alto)
Tu cuerpo dice lo que callas
I can read your soul in silence
Yeah oh-oh-oh
Mmm fuego…
CREDITS
Performer: Sofia Cruzado
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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System Online
Daxe
Verified Artist
Daxe
DAXE is a French producer and DJ whose sound channels the raw spirit of the mid-90s underground Parisian club scene. Known for his gritty, lo-fi French house productions, he builds hypnotic tracks around distorted synth-bass loops, saturated textures, and minimal yet powerful drum machine grooves.
Emerging from late-night warehouse parties in Paris, DAXE earned a reputation for his uncompromising sets that fuse analog warmth with a rebellious edge. His music feels both dirty and infectious — a soundtrack built for smoke-filled rooms, flashing strobe lights, and crowds that never stop moving.
As a producer, DAXE stays loyal to hardware samplers, vinyl, and classic drum machines, crafting tracks that echo the golden era of French house while pushing it forward with his own raw signature. As a DJ, he thrives on the connection between loop-driven grooves and the dancefloor, keeping energy high and tension tight.
His latest track, “System Online”, embodies this ethos: hypnotic, streetwise, and uncompromising — a pure dancefloor anthem. Released exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, it cements DAXE as a name carrying the underground French house tradition into a new era.
System Online
Daxe
System… online…
Motion… design…
Cycle… repeat…
Zero… complete…
Automatic… static…
Binary… manic…
Program… engage…
Data… on stage…
One-two… one-two…
Error… breakthrough…
Signal… overload…
Run-time… explode…
CREDITS
Performer: Daxe
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Plastic Skies & Pap...
Romi Sage
Verified Artist
Romi Sage
Romi Sage doesn't chase the spotlight — he teases it. With a smirk behind every lyric and a groove under every syllable, Romi walks the fine line between smooth and subversive. Born in Lisbon and raised between record shops and rooftop parties, he grew up idolizing the effortless cool of Prince, the rhythmic swagger of George Michael, and the punchy charm of early 2000s pop.
His voice slides — not in haste, but in style. It dances over slap basslines and syncopated guitar licks like it’s dodging commitment. Romi doesn’t just sing about love; he dissects it with irony, flirts with it, then leaves it on read. His stage presence is magnetic — not because he demands attention, but because he never asks for it.
Beneath the glam and glitter, though, there’s always a crack. That’s where Romi shines the most — in the clever melancholy, the playful ache, the smile that knows better. His performances are less about perfection, more about pulse.
Plastic Skies & Paper Towns isn’t a love song. It’s a stylish spiral — romantic delusion in disco heels. It's funk with a wink. And with Romi Sage at the mic, it’s impossible to ignore.
Plastic Skies & Paper Towns
Romi Sage
Got a signal in my toaster
Dreams leaking from my shoes
City spins like a record
But I ain’t dancing to their news
Billboards flashing answers
To the questions I ain't asked
Everyone’s got mirrors
But no one sees past the mask
They sell the future in a box
With plastic trees and ticking clocks
But I want rhythm I want roots
Not just apps in leather boots
Under plastic skies in paper towns
We keep movin’ up but we’re fallin’ down
(Oh no no)
Truth’s on mute and the beat's too loud
Still I groove through this synthetic crowd
Yeah I'm slidin’ through your static minds
Moonwalkin' past the warning signs
(Whoa-oh)
If the world’s a trip—don’t need to land
I’ll funk my way won’t play your brand
I met a monk in a mirror maze
He said “Peace comes with purple haze”
I traded coins for inner sight
But they charged me tax on neon light
Don’t feed me fear in chrome disguise
Don’t sell me dreams with barcode eyes
I ain’t your data I ain’t your plan
I’m a barefoot soul in a traffic jam
Under plastic skies in paper towns
We keep movin’ fast just to circle 'round
(Hey hey!)
Truth’s gone rogue and the beat’s profound
Still I glide through your algorithm crown
Yeah I’m rollin’ in my analog mind
Flippin’ signals they left behind
(Whoa-oh)
If the world’s a glitch I’ll funk the code
Got cosmic shoes and no fixed road
CREDITS
Performer: Romi Sage
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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