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Ashes in the Rain
Fallen Radio Kings
Verified Artist
Fallen Radio Kings
Fallen Radio Kings is a three–piece rock band from Austin, Texas, born out of late–night jam sessions in a suburban garage. Frontman Ethan Cole (vocals, guitar), bassist Marcus Rivera, and drummer Daniel Hayes first crossed paths during their college years, sharing a love for raw guitars, driving rhythms, and the restless energy of American alternative rock. What began as casual weekend rehearsals soon grew into a band with a sound rooted in grit, melody, and the working–class reality of their lives.
Each member still balances music with day jobs — Ethan works as a theater sound technician, Marcus runs a coffee bar and record stand, and Daniel repairs cars at his family’s garage, the very place where the band practices. That mix of everyday grind and creative fire defines their character: ordinary guys chasing extraordinary noise. Their lyrics echo that duality, blending stories of heartbreak, resilience, and fleeting moments of joy with the raw punch of garage–born rock.
Their name, inspired by a broken flea–market radio, reflects their vision: even when the signal fades, the voice remains. With unpolished energy and heartfelt songwriting, Fallen Radio Kings carry the spirit of garage rock revival into a new generation. They’re not chasing polish or perfection — they’re chasing connection, turning the sound of their suburban nights into anthems for anyone who has ever felt like an outsider with a story to tell.
Ashes in the Rain
Fallen Radio Kings
Shadows crawl across the wall…
Your voice lingers though it’s gone…
I held the sun but it slipped through my hand
Like broken glass scattered over sand
Every whisper a stone in my chest
Every memory I tried to forget
And the silence cuts deeper than words
Like a hymn that no one heard
Now I see ashes in the rain
Every color bleeds the same
You were fire I was the flame
But nothing’s left to carry the name
Your eyes were rivers I drowned within
A flood of shadows beneath my skin
I carved your name in the bones of the sky
But even the stars couldn’t tell me why
And the silence cuts deeper than words
Like a hymn that no one heard
Now I see ashes in the rain
Every color bleeds the same
You were fire I was the flame
But nothing’s left to carry the name
Oh-oh… can you hear me now?
Oh-oh… I can’t let you down…
Ashes in the rain…
Every color bleeds the same…
You were fire I was the flame…
But nothing’s left… nothing remains…
Shadows crawl… across the wall…
CREDITS
Performer: Fallen Radio Kings
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Glass of Love
Harper Quinn
Verified Artist
Harper Quinn
Meet Harper Quinn, the embodiment of a Chinatown fairytale with a beats-filled twist. Born and raised amidst the flurry of noodle houses and dim sum joints in NYC's throbbing heartbeat, Harper is every bit a child of the Big Apple and the city’s ceaseless rhythm pulses through her music.
Harper is the oldest daughter of a Chinese immigrant family, her father a wizard of culinary arts in one of the busiest kitchens in Manhattan. Her music is a distinct fusion of her rich cultural heritage and the neon grit of New York - think Peking duck served with a side of just-spun electro. With catchy tracks like "Summer Romance", she’s setting the dance genre ablaze and, inadvertently, becoming the sovereign of store playlists nationwide, thanks to a serendipitous contract with Filodyo.
Infused with radiating positivity, Harper’s tunes have the power to transform even the dreariest grocery aisles into club-worthy catwalks. Expect a dose of her irreplaceable mirth in every single beat – the Harper Quinn experience is a joyride on a candy-colored dragon, soaring through the summer's neon haze!
Glass of Love
Harper Quinn
I'm feeling selfish
Seeing myself through your wreckage
Chivalry forgetting its relics
It's only confusing
Such dramatic illusion
You've got me making like Cupid
Your eyes are aiming at me
Baby
We're an endangered species
I can't do this to you
I can't bring you down too when I fall down there
I can't bring you down
I can't bring you down too with me when I feel this way
I mean
I don't know what's wrong with me
Like
I just have to do this
I don't know why
I just have to
Lead filled glass of love
It's gotta go
It's gotta go
Go slow
Way down
It's gonna go
On muddy waters
Drip out-ter
Be water
Oh
Blood of my mother's tears
Make seas of love on this ground
Through overwater
Bears doubt and fog
Where do we go?
Get up
Lead filled glass of love
It's gotta go
It's gotta go
Go slow
Way down
It's gonna go
If you are companion
It's R
Not safe where you're standing with me
You are one of the mansions of Mars
In a bar through the stars that I see
If you are companion
It's R
Not safe where you're standing with me
You are one of the mansions of Mars
In a bar through the stars that I see
CREDITS
Performer: Harper Quinn
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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Love and Hate
Dylan West
Verified Artist
Dylan West
Meet Dylan West, a pop maestro who understands the beauty of contrasting emotions, hailing from the city of Westwood, California. His punchy pop beats can turn any retail shop into a spontaneous dance floor.
Primarily a photographer by day and crooner by night, Dylan captures life's dizzying spectrum, both through his lens and his soothing melodies. Enter "Love and Hate", one of his standout tracks. A tune as contradictory as its title, it dances on the tightrope of joy and heartbreak, proving that happiness can emerge out of chaos - much like a successfully planned family photo at a rowdy wedding.
Dylan's journey saw a fruitful twist when he signed up with Filodyo, a company known for producing refreshing store music. There, Dylan found the perfect fit, an idyllic backdrop to his boundless melodies that even the grumpiest of retail staff find their feet inadvertently shuffling to.
You might have guessed it; Dylan West is not your typical pop artist. Always ready with a camera and a heart full of beats, he captures the world in raw, vibrant colors, and turns it into feel-good pop music. If you're ever in Westwood, listen closely, because your morning latte might come with a side of Dylan West's enthralling tunes.
Love and Hate
Dylan West
It's a thin line
Between love and hate
Between the real and the fake
There ain't no switchin' sides
You know there ain't no in-between
With love and hate
The things I love
The things I hate
They can just irritate me until they motivate me
Hit the road and take me
Lift me up and elevate me
And curve some paths to navigate me to gold
The pears grow from the seed and the tree and the roots and the soul
You know the thicker the skin
The less mindful the fangs that unfold
Thin line grows thicker
Hearts don't make good mirrors
Seein' clearer
Know when it's love and hate
We gotta relocate away
Ain't no fakin'
The things I hate
The things I love
They can just lift me high as the clouds above me
Ain't a flaw in a dove's wings
Just needs a little bit of coseting
A dose of humanity
Or so I'm told
You see
The Hunger Games ain't never yet got old
Thin lines grows thicker and thicker
It's all them thick-thick girls
That's been my soldiers
And we patrolin'
You know it's love
It ain't hate
Thin line grows thicker
Hearts don't make good mirrors
Seein' clearer
Know when it's love and hate
We gotta relocate away
Ain't no fakin'
Thin line grows thicker
Hearts don't make good mirrors
Seein' clearer
Know when it's love and hate
We gotta relocate away
Ain't no fakin'
CREDITS
Performer: Dylan West
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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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
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Kiss Me When I'm Lying
Romeo Vane
Verified Artist
Romeo Vane
"Romeo Vane: at the ripe age of 25, this American pop-rock comet is shooting across the Alternative universe, spreading hope with doses of edgy authenticity. Born and bred in the sonic heartland of the Windy City, he’s a Chicagoan with an unapologetic knack for compelling narratives and an obsession for truth.
Whether it's life's sharp corners or the soft bruises of love, Romeo Vane's got a knack for rolling them into tunes that blend breezy alt-rock melodies with the raw, gritty flavor of pop. His stage name isn't for show; Romeo comes with a romantic bravado that'd make Shakespeare blush, and the barbed tongue of a true Windy City native. Just tune into "Kiss Me When I'm Lying" - it's less of a song, more a rollercoaster ride through hope, heartbreak, and hilariously serious self-deprecation.
Despite his youth, he's seen more than enough of life's ups and downs, packaging the human experience into easily digestible nuggets of melodic wisdom. Romeo Vane’s music is the kind that makes you call your ex at 2 a.m., cry a little, laugh a lot, and still believe in the dream of a better dawn. Now, how's that for a self-made, alternative songwriter from the city that never sleeps?"
Kiss Me When I'm Lying
Romeo Vane
You taste like trouble and cheap red wine
Black boots kicking off the dashboard side
Your hair messed up and your friends outside
Small town talk but we move too fast
Everybody staring when we walk past
You laugh loud when the speakers break
Steal my jacket like a little game
Hands cold wrapped around my neck
You say “relax” then make a mess
Oh-oh
Don’t stop now
Oh-oh
Spin me around
Kiss me when I’m lying
Tell me I’m your type
We can fake forever for a Friday night
(Yeah yeah)
Your lipstick on my cigarette
Your number in my head again
One look and I lose control
Like whoa-oh-oh
Taxi doors and buzzing amps
Cheap hotel and tangled hands
Your dance moves cutting through the room
Everybody watching you
Low lights flicker on your rings
You move sharp to the kick drum beat
Every word got attitude
God you make bad ideas look cool
No sleep
Heartbeat
Fast lane
On repeat
Kiss me when I’m lying
Tell me I’m your type
We can fake forever for a Friday night
(Hey hey)
Your perfume on my leather coat
You pull away then pull me close
One touch and I lose control
Like whoa-oh-oh
Bad habits look good on you
Too much smoke in the dressing room
Red lights blur when you bite your lip
Whole damn room start losing it
Kiss me when I’m lying
Dance into the light
Young hearts burning through the after-midnight
(Yeah yeah)
Your name stuck like a melody
Wild eyes full of energy
One kiss and the whole world spins
Again and again
Black boots
Backseat
Your laugh
Still on me
CREDITS
Performer: Romeo Vane
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Only Ashes Know My ...
Julian Hartman
Verified Artist
Julian Hartman
Julian Hartman; a magical melody weaving prodigy, hailing from the exquisite alpine landscapes of Switzerland. Raised on Ticino truffles and Emmental cheese chunks, Julian is the offspring of Switzerland’s savviest real estate tycoon (eh-hem, his dad, if you didn't catch that). But instead of joining the family business, Julian took the scenic route, stating that the only thing he's interested in constructing are heart-stirring ballads full of intricate harmony and soulful chords, and, well, who can argue with that?
A graduate of Communication Studies, Julian uses his academic background to strike a chord with his fan base. He also resumes a dual life as an activist. One moment, he's delivering soul-stirring tunes, sending listeners on a roller-coaster ride of emotions, the next he’s making profound impacts advocating for human rights. His hit track, "Only Ashes Know My Name," feels like poetically walking face-first into a blast of empathy and introspection, and rumour has it, it's a subconscious ode to the countless times he's forgotten his own name after an all-nighter at Geneva’s cheese fondue parties.
Julian Hartman, this activist-cum-singer, is more than a musical maestro with a magnetic presence. He's the compelling sonic storyteller with a forgettable real-estate lineage who exceeds all expectations with each guitar strum, proving that the best path is often the road less travelled, paved with cheese and a master's degree in communication.
Only Ashes Know My Name
Julian Hartman
Falling hours crooked roads
Lanterns flicker stories fold
Traces left in borrowed sand
Nowhere feels like where we stand
Wind moves slow but pulls apart
Empty rooms still hold a spark
Pull the thread and watch it fray
All we built just fades away
Running circles chasing flame
Only ashes know my name
Voices hum in window panes
Summers lost in silver rain
Names dissolve like ink in tide
Leaving nothing left to hide
Wind moves slow but pulls apart
Empty rooms still hold a spark
Pull the thread and watch it fray
All we built just fades away
Running circles chasing flame
Only ashes know my name
No more echoes down the line
Only shadows drawn in time
Pull the thread and watch it fray
All we built just fades away
Running circles chasing flame
Only ashes know my name
CREDITS
Performer: Julian Hartman
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Fire in the Open Air
James Rolly
Verified Artist
James Rolly
Born in 1989 in Dayton, Ohio, James Rolly’s life was anything but straightforward. Growing up in a working-class neighborhood, he found himself drawn to music at an early age, learning his first guitar chords from an older cousin who played in local bars. But his teenage years spiraled into turbulence — run-ins with the law, school expulsions, and a revolving door of juvenile detention centers and rehabilitation programs marked his adolescence.
It was during a six-month stay at a rehab facility in Cleveland that James began writing his own songs, using music as a way to process his frustration and loneliness. The stark, confessional style of those early lyrics became the foundation of his artistic voice. He often says the rehab’s battered common-room piano was “the first place I ever told the truth.”
By his mid-20s, James was performing in small clubs across the Midwest, blending gritty Americana storytelling with modern soul and rock influences. His husky voice, commanding presence, and refusal to glamorize his troubled past earned him a loyal following. The shaved head, beard, and head tattoos became part of his unflinching image — a visual reminder of where he’s been and how far he’s come.
Today, James Rolly’s music reflects both the scars and the survival. From intimate acoustic sets to explosive full-band performances, he channels every ounce of his history into a sound that’s raw, magnetic, and unapologetically real.
Fire in the Open Air
James Rolly
I’m walking through the noise and color
Every face feels like a secret sign
My heart’s a drum that won’t keep quiet
Every beat says “Boy this ain’t your time”
But I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in
I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design
There’s laughter rolling out of doorways
Music pouring from a midnight band
I don’t know the song but I’m singing
Clapping to the beat like I understand
And I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in
I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design
Maybe I’m lost but it feels like winning
Every wrong turn keeps my story spinning
If this is the game then I’m all in
Every note’s a place I’ve never been
I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design
And I move…
I move with the rhythm
CREDITS
Performer: James Rolly
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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My Fault
Adrian Lux
Verified Artist
Adrian Lux
Shrouded in Scandi-cool and dripping with chillout vibes, Adrian Lux manages to piece together melodies that dance in your ears long after the beat has faded. Born amidst the snow and indie-pop of Stockholm beginnings, Lux has rapidly become an independent powerhouse of relaxation music.
From his shed-turned-studio (known affectionately as the 'Chillout Cabin'), Lux consistently trills and thrills with his own vibrant blend of soothing, yet complex beats. You’d think this musical maestro might be too chilled to churn out hits, but his track "My Fault" has become an essential soundtrack for any self-respecting connoisseur of the chillout genre, providing the perfect background hum for 3 AM existential thoughts or lazy Sunday brunches.
A master of evoking the "chill" mood, Lux draws inspiration from the calm of the Swedish winters, the wild freedom of the Nordic wilderness, and the peculiar scent of an IKEA cinnamon bun. He weaves these influences into a soundscape that freezes time, melting away the rough edges of reality and leaving listeners lost in a world of rhythmic tranquility.
Adrian Lux, with his brand of laid-back beats, is making one thing clear - sometimes, sitting back, listening to some sounds, and simply existing is all the luxury you really need. If you're yet to hop on board the Lux train, it's about time you checked in for a dose of his Scandi serenity.
My Fault
Adrian Lux
I don't know why I want you to come over
I don't know why I want to make amends
I don't know why I want you to say sorry
I don't know why I wanna be your friend
But I don't
It's just the hope that still gets me
And that's my fault
Because I know you're never guilty
But I still want
For you to try to love me
But I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why I want you to come back now
I don't know why I think you'd ever change
I don't know why I think that you could love me
I don't know why you ever could explain
But I want
To know why you did it
And that's my fault
Because I know you never meant it
But I still want
For you to try to love me
But I don't know why
I don't know why
But I still want you
To see the good in me
But I know you don't care
What I'm thinking
And I know you never will
But I don't
It's just the hope that still gets me
And that's my fault
Because I know you're never guilty
But I still want
For you to try to love me
But I don't know why
I don't know why
CREDITS
Performer: Adrian Lux
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Chasing The Rhythm
Nana Bear
Verified Artist
Nana Bear
Surviving on honeycomb cereal and iced coffee, Nana Bear is a dance-obsessed maestro from the city of the Grizzlies: Memphis, Tennessee. Conquering every beat with unabated joy, this indie artist possesses an unmatched ability to tickle your serotonin receptors!
Spending her days daydreaming in Elvis Presley's birthplace turned her into a storyteller with rhythm in her veins. Nana Bear’s journey weaves a tale of a wistful girl who tamed the wild heartbeats of Memphis, transformed them into 'Dance' symphonies, and offered them to the world. All this while under the umbrella of Filodyo, which has given her the freedom to paint her rhythmic dreams on the canvas of life.
"Chasing The Rhythm" is an enchanting melody that best represents Nana Bear; it’s as if she's inviting you to a game of tag through a field of beat blossoms, evoking a sense of joy which bubbles up until you're grinning like an imbecile. A crossover between Dirty Dancing and Fun House, her musical offering is like a kaleidoscope of energetic and euphoric sound waves.
Creativity and humor ride shotgun as she explores the multifaceted realms of the dance genre, infusing it with a joyous twinkle that only a Nana Bear can. Armed with unadulterated enthusiasm, Nana Bear serves a musical feast fostering the happiest mood, inviting you to let your guard down and simply embrace the melody. It's impossible not to be swept up in the vibrant current of this supremely gifted Memphis Grizzly.
Chasing The Rhythm
Nana Bear
Shadows dance where the skyline bends
Concrete veins with a life that blends
A thousand faces stories collide
Searching for meaning in the great divide
Fingers trace lines on a screen of glass
Moments captured but they never last
Every heartbeat a fragile thread
Holds the weight of words unsaid
We’re chasing the rhythm of a fleeting spark
Lost in the noise but lighting the dark
We build we break we rise we fall
A silent anthem for us all
Breath of dawn paints a fragile hue
Between the old and the sudden new
Dreams dissolve then reappear
Mapping the scars we’ve learned to wear
Waves crash loud on the shores of change
Pulling us closer but the tides rearrange
Every heartbeat a fragile thread
Holds the weight of words unsaid
We’re chasing the rhythm of a fleeting spark
Lost in the noise but lighting the dark
We build we break we rise we fall
A silent anthem for us all
Voices hum in a quiet refrain
Echoes of what we can’t explain
The stars above the ground below
Both hold secrets we’ll never know
And when the ashes fall like snow
Will we learn what we didn’t show?
The past is a mirror the future a flame
We’re reflections playing the same game
We’re chasing the rhythm of a fleeting spark
Lost in the noise but lighting the dark
We build we break we rise we fall
A silent anthem for us all
Fading whispers of where we’ve been
A fragile cycle begins again
CREDITS
Performer: Nana Bear
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Memories
Hazel Vaughn
Verified Artist
Hazel Vaughn
Hazel Vaughn: The pop belle with a twangy accent who managed to steal the hearts of the indie world. She’s the chirpy nightingale from Virginia, whose lyrics remind you of dog-eared diary pages, scribbled in the golden hues of bygone days.
Unlike your cookie-cutter pop stars, Hazel's got a voice that's as rich and comforting as Southern sweet tea. She waltzes between woeful tales of love and nostalgia seasoned with notes of jingle-jangle pop. Everything from her honey-soaked vocals to her homespun charisma wraps you in a joyful yearning, a testament to her unparalleled knack for audio storytelling.
By far, Vaughn's standout track "Memories" has cemented her place in listeners' hearts. It's a deceptively breezy jam, packed with her knack for tugging both heartstrings and guitar strings alike. Underneath the playful tempo, you can almost hear the nostalgia dripping out, invoking halcyon summer days and resurrecting ghosts of first loves.
Our Virginia story-weaver embodies what it means to be a pop artist with depth, warmth, and a pinch of sweet Southern charm. Where Hazel Vaughn goes, an addictive serenade of happy nostalgia follows–humming reminders of memories we thought we'd lost, but dance upon hearing her tunes. The tales continue to spiral through song. Let's all lend an ear, shall we?
Memories
Hazel Vaughn
I have limited information
Flowers in oil
People in formation
For all the things they stole
All you want to whistle
Kettle on the stove
Together with some tea
Purple and gold
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
All you have is this skin
And what you taught me
And how you made a mark on all these things
You meant everything
I have trouble breathing
New town
New number
You were eighteen
I'll be crawling under
Oh please do not sleep here
Tell me the truth
You should have disappeared
But I fell for you
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
CREDITS
Performer: Hazel Vaughn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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