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Tuesday Night Code
Fever Pilots
Verified Artist
Fever Pilots
Meet the Fever Pilots, a dynamic pop duo with a penchant for the unconventional, a self-styled outfit carving an adventurous path in the frenetic heart of the UK music scene. Their sound, a sonic cocktail soaked in audacious innovation and spice, attracts as much as it defies description.
Forged in the industrial heat and flames of Birmingham, these two troubadours took the raw materials of their working-class background and fashioned them into a sonic boom. They're a hard-edged, heavy beat force, punctuated with lighthearted lyrics echoing the humdrum of everyday life, yet imbuing it with a shimmering musical alchemy. Artists? Yes, but these guys are more like mad scientists toiling away in a pop lab, conjuring up infectious tunes.
Their track "Tuesday Night Code" deserves more than a footnote here. Imagine the most vivid dream you've ever had, now combine that with a chorus catchier than a fisherman's hook and you've got the gist of it. It's a song that fills every corner with a tumbling digital soundscape and hooks a plenty. Bottom line: Fever Pilots aren't just on auto-pilot, they're aiming for the stratosphere and we ought to be strapping in for the ride!
Tuesday Night Code
Fever Pilots
[Intro]
(Ooh)
Yeah yeah
Uh-huh
Look at that
Look at that
You said forever on a Tuesday night
By Thursday you were outta sight
Had your name all over my screen
Now it’s just a memory machine
Funny how the silence got loud
Funny how you’re nowhere around
Used to know the code to my heart
Now you couldn’t find where to start
I was waitin’ by the telephone
Every little buzz had me gone
Now I let it ring all night long
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Saw your picture through a friend’s friend’s post
Thought I’d feel somethin’ almost
But the room kept spinnin’ just fine
Guess the sun still knows how to shine
Every promise got a price tag now
Every “sorry” sounds the same somehow
You can send another late-night text
But I ain’t the one that’s next
I was waitin’ by the telephone
Every little buzz had me gone
Now I let it ring all night long
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Na-na-na
Look who’s lonely now
Na-na-na
Tryna figure it out
Ha!
That’s funny somehow
[Final Chorus]
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Yeah yeah
Too late now
(Ooh)
You can’t call me back… 🎵
CREDITS
Performer: Fever Pilots
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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We Go Higher (ft Ka...
Mark Martian
Verified Artist
Mark Martian
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.
We Go Higher (ft Karen)
Mark Martian
Step in lights feelin' my mind
Drifting closer colors align
Pulse in sync hearts on the rise
Breaking free lost in your eyes
Let it drop don’t let it stop now
Every touch liftin' me somehow
Movin' slow glowin' bright
Fallin’ deep into the night
We go higher higher
Burning like a fire
Future now leave the past
We let go future bass
We go louder louder
Feel it like no other
No control just embrace
We let go future bass
Sounds fade rhythm flows
Skin to skin nobody knows
Blurred lines neon signs
Chasing moments lost in time
Turn it up don't slow it down now
Feel the rush we're alive somehow
Hold me close neon skies
Take me where forever lies
We go higher higher
Burning like a fire
Future now leave the past
We let go future bass
We go louder louder
Feel it like no other
No control just embrace
We let go future bass
CREDITS
Performer: Mark Martian
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
Plastic Crown
Dara Montel
Verified Artist
Dara Montel
Emerging from the gritty depths of Detroit’s dance scene, brimming with talent and charisma, Dara Montel is the nervy answer to the city's hardcore techno thirst. Known best for her dance-devoted, melancholic twister "Plastic Crown," Dara's name has spun in the underground circles like a rogue vinyl tossed into a cyberspace jukebox.
Our Motor City minx entered the scene somewhat cagily, her piercing blue eyes full of stories almost as deep as the bass lines she commands. She distils raw emotions into dance-ready soundscapes, affirming that tears are permitted even on the most electrified dance floors. Like the mysterious femme fatale prowling through the ruins of a John Carpenter flick, Montel's music envelops you in its brooding embrace.
Dara's playful wit is just as intoxicating as her infectious grooves. With a knack for turning pain into art, she continues to defy Detroit's icy weather, radiating heat one tear-stained synth at a time. Her “Plastic Crown,” fittingly, feels neither plastic nor regal—it's pure, cathartic Dara Montel. You’d better get on this vibe train, 'cos it ain't stopping anytime soon.
The Dara Montel revolution won't be televised, it'll be danced. So go on, put on that Plastic Crown, let the sadness seep into your soul and boogie like it’s the end of the world. Detroit’s dark dance queen reigns supreme.
Plastic Crown
Dara Montel
You walk in slow
Like you own the room
Cheap little grin
With a silver spoon
Say my name twice
Like it makes you tall
I don’t look up
I just let you fall
You talk too loud
For a little spark
I count your lies
Like cards in the dark
I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene
You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
[Vocal Tremolo Effect]
Bow back down
Don’t call me sweet
I’m a bad excuse
For the kind of girl
That would wait on you
Got red shoes on
And a bored little face
I don’t run fast
I just change the race
You talk too much
For a silent room
I cut the fuse
Then I blame the moon
I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene
You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
[Vocal Tremolo Effect]
Bow back down
Ha
Look at you
Trying hard
That’s adorable
Ha
Move along
You were never
That important
[Final Chorus]
I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene
You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Bow back down
Tiny king
Tiny throne
Tiny crown
All alone
CREDITS
Performer: Dara Montel
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Wired
The Heartbeaters
Verified Artist
The Heartbeaters
Meet the Heartbeaters, an endearingly nonchalant pair treading the pop-smeared pavements of our music scene. They add a sparkling new spin on that familiar pop fizz you just can't help but sip on.
Hailing from Humorsville, USA, the Heartbeaters are two blokes who serve pop tunes home-cooked with southern charm and laden with joy-generating particles. Their infectious melodies, cheekily described as "heart-pop", will likely enter your circulatory system and induce spontaneous toe-tapping, head-bopping, or whatever physical exercise tickles your fancy. Here's a personal favorite - try saying no to a track titled "Wired" without grinning like a Cheshire cat in a yarn warehouse. See? Impossible.
These chaps have a talent for injecting delight into your audio diet. They've got this 'happy virus' so potent that it makes the Grinch seem like your average party bouncer. The Heartbeaters, remember the name. They're the talented two-piece likely to prescribe you a daily dosage of dulcet euphoria and leave you craving for refills. Trust us, their sound is habit-forming.
Wittier than your average stand-up comedian, with tracks more contagious than your common cold, The Heartbeaters are two lads weaving infectious tunes thereby proving that not all heroes wear capes - some might just sport heart-shaped sunglasses and bass guitars.
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Wired
The Heartbeaters
City’s alive but it’s running on fumes
Dreams stitched together in rented rooms
Eyes on the prize but the cost is steep
Promises made that we’ll never keep
Hours turn to minutes they slip through our hands
We’re building a kingdom on shifting sands
Caught in the rhythm can’t break away
Tomorrow’s a stranger but we’re here today
We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past
Neon signs hum like a warning bell
Each broken dream another tale to tell
Feet keep moving though the road’s worn thin
Lost in a race we were born to win
Hours turn to minutes they slip through our hands
We’re building a kingdom on shifting sands
Caught in the rhythm can’t break away
Tomorrow’s a stranger but we’re here today
We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past
And maybe one day we’ll find the line
Where chaos turns into the divine
But for now we’re the sparks that fly
Burning too fast to question why
We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past
Fading echoes in the city’s hum
Chasing the pulse of what we’ll become
CREDITS
Performer: The Heartbeaters
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Talk With Your Hands
Mateo Lux
Verified Artist
Mateo Lux
Mateo Lux is a rising voice in contemporary electronic pop, blending sleek production with raw emotional intensity. Born with a natural flair for performance, he crafts music that balances dancefloor energy with lyrical depth. His debut single, Control, showcases a magnetic mix of pulsing rhythms and hypnotic melodies, setting the tone for a bold artistic journey ahead.
Discovered by Hakan E. for Filodyo, Mateo brings an unapologetic confidence to every note he sings. His style captures both vulnerability and power, creating an atmosphere that draws listeners into his world. With Control, he isn’t just introducing himself—he’s making a statement, marking the arrival of a distinctive new talent destined to leave a lasting imprint on modern music.
Talk With Your Hands
Mateo Lux
[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
Listen
You say nothing still I hear it
Every move got its own meaning
Eyes talk first lips stay quiet
Room reacts when you get near it
No small talk no explanation
Body language translation
Don’t slow down don’t overthink
I read you faster than you blink
Don’t talk talk
Just move like that (like that)
Say less less
I’m cool with that (with that)
Don’t talk talk
Your hands do facts (do facts)
I see it all
When you move like that (yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
Left right
Pause rewind
One look
I’m already aligned
Every step feels intentional
Like you planned it accidental
No directions still you lead
I just follow what you mean
Crowd fades out when you step in
Whole place locked on your rhythm
No need words to complicate
I already got the message
Don’t talk talk
Just move like that (like that)
Say less less
I’m cool with that (with that)
Don’t talk talk
Your hands do facts (do facts)
I see it all
When you move like that (yeah)
[Bridge – Male Vocal / Spoken-Rap]
Hold up
She don’t speak she demonstrate
Every move communicate
No delay she regulate
Whole room shift when she rotate
I don’t guess I calculate
Every sign she generate
She don’t need to elevate
She arrive she dominate
Clap it
Stomp it
Freeze
Go
[Final Chorus]
Don’t talk talk (don’t talk)
Just move like that (move like that)
Say less less (say less)
I’m cool with that (yeah)
Don’t talk talk (don’t talk)
Your hands do facts (do facts)
I see it all
When you move like that (move like that)
No words
Still clear
You said it all
Right here
CREDITS
Performer: Mateo Lux
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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My Dreaming Life
Manon Vallois
Verified Artist
Manon Vallois
Where Parisian glamour meets electro-pop dance diva, you'll find the enchanting artist, Manon Vallois. Traipsing down a yellow brick road of pulsing beats and bold impressions, Vallois' irresistible tunes are the epitome of joy and joie de vivre.
This delightful, quirky Parisienne is the lovechild of the City of Love's rich artistry and throbbing nightlife, a lass always found a hop, skip, and pirouette away from the nearest beat drop. With her signature track, "My Dreaming Life", Vallois provides the escapism we all need from time to time. She takes listeners on a whimsical journey, backed by high-energy rhythms and melodies that would make even the Eiffel Tower shake its steel self, setting hearts aflutter quicker than you can say "Croissant".
Vallois' music is the couture of the dance genre—handcrafted, energetic, and unafraid to be avant-garde. Each beat an homage to Paris, the pulsing rhythm of her home injected into pulsating electro melodies. Yet, no matter how vivacious her bass line or infectious her hook, it's the inherent optimism in her music, the joy she infuses in every track that transforms listeners into undeniably happy dancers—a task only possible by someone as enchanting as Manon Vallois.
Afterall, Vallois is not just a sonic maven, she's essentially happiness personified. The dictionary people are just slackin' by not placing her picture beside the word 'happy' by now. So, if you're feeling downhearted, just press play on a Manon Vallois track and dance like a Parisian; it's the quickest route from gloom to groove central.
My Dreaming Life
Manon Vallois
When I'm out of breath
When my head's a mess
When I want a way to fly away
When I can't take it
When I feel my grip
Slip away
Away
Away
Oh
I can be anything I want to
Oh
A million colors
A thousand hues
Oh
I know there's so much more than we can see
When life is too real
Oh
My dreaming life is everything
When the ground shakes
When my heart breaks
When I want a way to fly away
When I feel my grip
Slip away
Away
Away
Oh
I can be anything I want to
Oh
A million colors
A thousand hues
Oh
I know there's so much more than we can see
When life is too real
Oh
My dreaming life is everything
Open your eyes
We're already here
Oh
There's nothing to fear
And I know
I can be anything I want to
Oh
A million colors
A thousand hues
Oh
I know there's so much more than we can see
When life is too real
Oh
My dreaming life is everything
CREDITS
Performer: Manon Vallois
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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I Don't Need A Map
Lyra Luxx
Verified Artist
Lyra Luxx
Lyra Luxx, the eternal songbird of California, hails from a unique lineage of performers and artistic savants. A vibrant fount of melodies, with a story as colorful as her repertoire, Luxx's journey toward musical prominence took root in the sunny courtyards of Laguna Beach High School (LBHS). Here, amidst the bustling crowd of students and the cacophony of crashing lockers, Lyra carved out a refuge with her schoolmates in an all-girl band. The only remaining member from that original lineup, Luxx had an added feather in her high school cap, holding the esteemed position of a cheerleader. Who else, after all, could champion the school spirit better than the musical prodigy herself?
With a name as resplendent as ‘Lyra Luxx,’ you might expect a pivotal star moment or a dramatic twist. In a plot worthy of a Broadway production, her golden opportunity struck beneath the glaring halogens and amidst the simulated fog of LBHS’s annual talent extravaganza. The only thing missing was a superhero cape as she delivered an iconic rendition of her now famous single, "My Happy Song". The ensuing applause could have rivaled any seismic activity in California, thus turning a new page in her journey. Today, Luxx is recognized far beyond the confines of LBHS, solidifying her star status with each melodious offering. And as for that erstwhile all-girls band? It exists now only in memory, as a significant stepping stone in the rise and rise of Lyra Luxx, California's own glamorous diva. But remember folks, beneath all the glitter and the vocals, she remains the invincible cheerleader from Laguna Beach High School. Go, team!
I Don't Need A Map
Lyra Luxx
You left your coat on the back of my chair
A silent reminder that you were there
Coffee's gone cold but I still sip slow
Tracing the patterns where your fingers go
I replay conversations word for word
Searching for meanings I might've heard
But silence speaks louder than our last fight
And I'm alone with the fading light
I don't need a map to feel lost
Every step forward comes at a cost
You were the compass I used to trust
Now I'm navigating through the dust
Your records still spin on repeat
Each note a memory I can't delete
Walls echo with the songs we knew
Now they're just melodies without you
I write letters I'll never send
Drafting apologies that won't mend
The distance grows with every line
Yet I can't cross this fault of mine
I don't need a map to feel lost
Every step forward comes at a cost
You were the compass I used to trust
Now I'm navigating through the dust
Maybe time will chart a new course
One where regrets show no remorse
But until then I'll walk this line
Between your past and future mine
I don't need a map to feel lost
Every step forward comes at a cost
You were the compass I used to trust
Now I'm navigating through the dust
CREDITS
Performer: Lyra Luxx
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Best Night Ever
Leo Marlow
Verified Artist
Leo Marlow
Leo Marlow, an artist whose music seems to philosophize the dew on the grass with his songs, began his journey amid the high-stakes intensity of Brit-pop. Launching his career initially as the luminary of a Brit-pop boy band that didn't reach the stratospheric heights intended, he managed to transform his career path in the most unexpected way. Rising from the ashes of a failed group, he learnt to echo his own feelings while showcasing vulnerability, thus crafting a musical legacy that was wholly his own.
Based in the enchanting city of Manchester, Marlow has certainly found his unique sound, a harmonious blend of classic and contemporary. The artist serves as a sonic architect, masterfully constructing retro-futuristic synth landscapes that capture the essence of loneliness universally felt, yet seldom depicted so eloquently in music. The wistful melancholy of his music, tinged by synths, creates an environment as expansive as the cosmos yet as intimate as a whispered secret. His power to convey emotions and experiences with profound depth sets him sincerely apart.
One of Marlow's most notable musical creations is the ode "Best Night Ever". The track serves as an entrancing journey through Marlow's sombre narratives to the sound of shimmering synth-pop. Even whilst conjuring the myriad of emotions embedded in personal loss, "Best Night Ever" paradoxically stands as an alluring anthem for unforgettable nights and the ephemeral moments that make life so magical. It's an apt testament to Marlow's extraordinary ability to portray the human condition through his music, and certainly highlights why his magnificent sound continues to resonate with audiences far beyond Manchester's confines.
Best Night Ever
Leo Marlow
Three hours at a house party (Three)
I'm so over it (Ooh)
What we gonna do? (Uh)
We don't need this ****
Me and my ****** in the corner (Yeah)
Sippin' our liquor (Yeah)
What we gonna do? (Yeah)
Girl what we gonna do?
And she said
"Don't you worry girl I got a plan
We gonna get out of here girl and
Head to the beach we'll be there by ten
The boys are gonna meet us yeah they're bringin' their friends"
It's the best night ever
We're all together I won't forget
How we turned that *****
Into the best night ever
How could I ever? It's permanent
All because my friend said
[Post-Chorus]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Three days in Miami
The vibe was right (Ooh)
Damn we had fun (Ooh)
On a Wednesday night
Me and my bitches in a section (Yeah)
At the strip club (Yeah)
Boys throwin' up (Yeah)
It's a real good night
And she said
"Don't you worry girl I got a plan
We gonna get out of here girl and
Head to the beach we'll be there by ten
The boys are gonna meet us yeah they're bringin' their friends"
CREDITS
Performer: Leo Marlow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Still Holding On
6 Brokens
Verified Artist
6 Brokens
6 Broken came together in New York through chance encounters, shared apartments, and long conversations that stretched past midnight. None of them arrived with a plan to form a band. They met through friends, studios, and half-finished ideas, slowly realizing they were circling the same emotional territory. New York shaped them not as a backdrop, but as a pressure. The noise, the distance, the constant sense of movement seeped into how they wrote and how they listened.
Their music leans into restraint rather than release. Clean arrangements, patient melodies, and lyrics that leave space for interpretation. 6 Broken avoids obvious drama, letting tension live quietly inside the songs. There is an awareness of vulnerability without turning it into spectacle. Each member carries a different perspective, and those differences remain audible rather than polished away.
What defines 6 Broken is their refusal to rush. Songs unfold at their own pace, shaped by late-night demos, unfinished thoughts, and the feeling of standing still while a city moves around you. Their work is available exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, where subtlety has room to exist and music does not need to announce itself to be heard.
Still Holding On
6 Brokens
Morning hits the window late
Coffee’s cold but I feel awake
Your name’s still on my playlist
Didn’t mute it didn’t break it
I learned how silence sounds
When you’re not around
But it’s lighter than I thought
Guess I figured something out
I don’t need a sign tonight
No big speech no rewrite
Just walking straight ahead
With the things you never said
I don’t need a brand new heart
Mine still works just different parts
Some are louder some are calm
Still beating still holding on
I don’t need a clean restart
Just a little open space to start
I’m okay where I am
Yeah I’m better than I planned
City moves at normal speed
People laughing next to me
Nothing feels dramatic now
And that’s what I like about it somehow
Your jacket’s gone I kept the time
Not the fights not the lines
I don’t miss the way we broke
Just the jokes we never wrote
No more circling the same streets
No reruns in my head this week
I’m not running I’m not late
Just finally on my way
I don’t need a brand new heart
Mine still works just different parts
Some are louder some are calm
Still beating still holding on
I don’t need a clean restart
Just a little open space to start
I’m okay where I am
Yeah I’m better than I planned
If you ever wonder how I’ve been
I sleep fine I breathe fine
I learned how to let things end
Without losing who’s inside
I don’t need a brand new heart
No repair kit no fresh start
It’s been tested it’s been tried
Still alive on the inside
I don’t need to change the past
Just move forward slow and fast
I’m okay where I stand
Yeah I’m better than I planned
Better than I planned
Still here still me
Yeah I’m better than I planned
CREDITS
Performer: 6 Brokens
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Movin' On
Coral Harmony
Verified Artist
Coral Harmony
Coral Harmony is a dynamic duo from Spain, formed by two young men who met by chance while performing on the streets of Madrid. Both were passionate about music and quickly realized their chemistry as performers.
Their unique blend of harmonies and energetic style caught the attention of passersby, and soon they moved from street performances to club stages across the country. Coral Harmony’s sound is a fusion of Spanish pop and electronic beats, creating a vibrant atmosphere wherever they perform.
Known for their engaging live shows, they’ve become regulars in Spain's nightlife scene, captivating audiences with their fresh, upbeat sound.
Movin' On
Coral Harmony
I’m a leaf on the breeze
just tryin' to land
Every road that
I take slips
outta my hand
The sun don’t wait for anyone’s call
And the higher you climb
the harder you fall
But the wind’s gonna shift you’ll see
Might be what sets me free
Oh oh I’m movin' on
Lost in the haze
but I’m not gone (not gone)
The world spins fast
I’ll catch my ride
(I’ll catch my ride)
Oh oh I’m movin' on
There's a weight on my chest
but I’m still upright
Storm clouds roll in
but I won't lose sight
Fingers trace paths
on the glassy sky
I'll find my place
no need to ask why
But the wind’s gonna shift you’ll see
Might be what sets me free
Oh oh I’m movin' on
Lost in the haze
but I’m not gone
(not gone)
The world spins fast
I’ll catch my ride
(I’ll catch my ride)
Oh oh I’m movin' on
No chains to hold me down
Just the stars and the ground
Keep my feet on the road
I’ll stay
'Cause I’m finding my own way
CREDITS
Performer: Coral Harmony
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.
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