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Outside
4 Example
Verified Artist
4 Example
4 Example is a fresh, energetic boy band from California, made up of four young Americans who all share a deep love for the sounds of the 90s. The group’s origin story is as unexpected as it is fun. It all began at a retro-themed 90s party in Los Angeles, where they bonded over their shared admiration for the era’s iconic music. They hit it off immediately, especially when they discovered that all of them were huge Justin Timberlake fans. What started as a karaoke session of *NSYNC classics that night quickly turned into something bigger—a full-fledged boy band, united by their passion for 90s pop.
The group consists of Tyler “T.J.” James, the smooth-talking frontman with a voice that channels Timberlake’s falsettos, Zach "Z" Cooper, the charismatic dancer who brings high-energy choreography to their performances, Jordan West, the laid-back but soulful singer whose harmonies tie everything together, and Ethan Lee, the quiet but musically gifted producer who crafts their catchy beats.
Each member brings their own flair to the group, but together, they create a nostalgic yet modern sound that brings the best of the 90s into the present day.
4 Example quickly gained attention performing at local clubs, 90s tribute nights, and even on TikTok, where their covers of *NSYNC and Backstreet Boys hits blew up. But they didn’t stop there—soon they were writing original music, blending classic boy band vibes with fresh pop beats.
With their talent, charm, and love for the golden era of boy bands, 4 Example is proving that the magic of the 90s still lives on today.
Outside
4 Example
Verse 1:
Outside the rain begins to murmur painting streets with its gentle hue
A forgotten melody plays softly recalling days I spent with you
Footprints linger on deserted pathways each one a beat in our lost song
These rain-soaked roads a canvas of memories where shadows of our laughter belong
Pre-Chorus:
Turn back the clock to those whispered tales
Walls echoing our past as the evening unveils
Chorus:
As the rain whispers against the window (softly falls) through the misty gloom (listen close)
Recall our silent conversations (quiet words) laughter echoing in vacant rooms (echoes fade)
With each drop that streaks the glass (watch them fall) memories flutter like leaves in the wind (drifting by)
Feel my presence in the cool breeze (I'm right here) through the storm our past we revisit (turning back)
[musical interlude]
Verse 2:
Underneath the streetlamp's glow where our shadows once danced alone
Each droplet mirrors a moment past moments like stars we've never known
The cadence of this city's heartbeat under umbrellas that we'd share
Now just ripples in the puddles a ballet of spirits in the air
Bridge:
Hear the rhythm of the raindrops a symphony in gray
Each note a memory dancing away
Chorus:
As the rain whispers against the window (softly falls) through the misty gloom (listen close)
Recall our silent conversations (quiet words) laughter echoing in vacant rooms (echoes fade)
With each drop that streaks the glass (watch them fall) memories flutter like leaves in the wind (drifting by)
Feel my presence in the cool breeze (I'm right here) through the storm our past we revisit (turning back)
So let the storm pass let the night unfold
In the quiet after the rain hold tight to the echoes of old
CREDITS
Performer: 4 Example
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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No Right Time
Lena Wilder
Verified Artist
Lena Wilder
New York is the incubator of many dreamers, and for one Lena Wilder, it proved to be the perfect breeding ground. Lena wasn't always in the limelight; she was just another New Yorker making a living as a sales assistant in one of the city's bustling clothing stores. As she tended to racks of distressed denim and oversize knits, she wore her dreams like her favorite band tees - close to her heart but visible for the world to see. Little did her customers know that they were interacting with a voice that would someday weave an influential part of their city's sonic fabric. After all, the Big Apple isn't shy about tucking its future stars behind a discount rack, now is it?
Once her work shift ended, Lena would swap her clothing tag gun for a guitar pick and the sales floor for a stage, performing at local venues as a side gig. Here, she felt at home, strumming her guitar under the dim hue of stage lights, her soulful voice permeating the evening air with songs straight from the heart. One of her most notable songs being "No Right Time," which came as a result of a humorous debate with an ex-lover about the "right time" to eat a breakfast burrito (spoiler alert: Lena thinks it's anytime!). This feel-good declaration of burrito sovereignty soon became an anthem for heartache, nostalgia, and the taste of freedom, encapsulating her music's raw essence, which is a delicate balance between heartwarming relatability and the gritty reality.
Through all these, Lena Wilder has managed to remain notoriously elusive behind a veil of unassuming simplicity. She reminds us that the artist's journey isn't found in shiny CDs or platinum records, but in those quiet moments behind a store counter, under a spotlight in a dimly lit bar, or even in an argument over a breakfast burrito. Because in the end, the right time to chase your dreams – just like eating a breakfast burrito – is anytime!
No Right Time
Lena Wilder
[Intro]
(Clock ticks loud when you're not calling
Nights taste dry can't fake stalling)
Tried cold coffee just to feel something
Streetlight flicker — not a sign just buzzing
You left shoes under my old desk
I stepped around 'em like we never met
Told my friends I’m feeling fine
(They don’t ask much anymore)
Scroll your name don’t hit “reply”
Still stuck knocking at a closed door
No right time to fall apart (ahh yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (mm-mm)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(yeah yeah yeah)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ohhh ooooh na-na
Keys in the bowl still turn for yours
Voicemail full I still record
You liked silence I liked shows
Talked through credits missed the lows
Now your jacket's in a bag I keep
Next to sweaters I don’t wear to sleep
Lied to strangers I don’t know
(Said I’ve burned your old photos)
Truth is folded in my coat
Every plan comes back to “almost”
No right time to fall apart (ahh yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (whoa-oh)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(yeah yeah)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ooooh you stay—na-na
Nothing broke at once it peeled
Like paint left out too long revealed
I didn’t cry but I still feel
Your side cold when nights turn real
No right time to fall apart (yeah yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (mmh)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(can’t lie)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ooooh (stay gone) na-na-na
CREDITS
Performer: Lena Wilder
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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This Is Our Time
Alexander
Verified Artist
Alexander
“If you haven’t heard of Alexander before now, consider this your official 'invite to the party.' The secret weapon of the underground electronic scene is as enigmatic as he is dance-inducing. Born, bred and still sending good vibes out from Istanbul, the city poised between East and West, lending him unique influences to his crisp beats and bouncing synths.
Despite having a quiet life himself, Alexander’s sound is anything but; his music's happy mood is like a neon invitation to shake off your troubles and dance like no one's watching. His hit track, “This Is Our Time," suggests exuberance—a cascade of vibrant beats and irresistible rhythms that make you feel like everything's coming up roses.
Obscurity hits a lot of artists hard, but not our Alexander. He's the equivalent of the guy at the party that nobody knows, but everyone wants to be around—the center of the buzz, all while hanging back and enjoying the groove. Amidst the flashing lights and blaring speakers, Alexander is carving out a shiny niche for himself in the glittering world of electronica.
Always humble, mostly unseen but making waves big enough to surf on, Alexander is a true gem in the sprawling metropolis of electronic music. So here's to Alexander: Our low-key maestro, turning his quiet existence into a much-needed celebration of life, one electronic beat at a time.”
This Is Our Time
Alexander
Shadows paint the skyline moving like a carousel
Fingers trace the skyline secrets only we could tell
Through the hum of chaos found a rhythm found a spark
Pulling threads of silence weaving music in the dark
And the world fades like a worn-out photograph
Colors drain but I still feel the aftermath
Where the heart meets the unknown there’s a pulse we can’t ignore
Like a key turned in a lock we’re stepping through the door
This is our time unbroken unspoken
Gravity’s gone the tether is broken
Rising like the night won’t hold us down
We’re chasing stars in a quiet town
Waves of conversation ripple in electric streams
Voices carry miles riding currents crossing dreams
Maps dissolve to fragments but the compass pulls us in
Caught between the chaos and the quiet deep within
And the world fades like a worn-out photograph
Colors drain but I still feel the aftermath
Where the heart meets the unknown there’s a pulse we can’t ignore
Like a key turned in a lock we’re stepping through the door
This is our time unbroken unspoken
Gravity’s gone the tether is broken
Rising like the night won’t hold us down
We’re chasing stars in a quiet town
Look—city sleeps but the gridline’s awake
Dreams move fast like the steps that we take
Caught in the static but I’m breaking the code
Turning every crack in the glass to a road
Heartbeat sync to the bass no delay
Lost in the maze but we carve our own way
They said “stay small” but the script got flipped
Now we’re writing the lines every word’s a gift
Flames in the shadows yeah we light up the void
Building something real from the world they destroyed
We’re the pulse the push the unspoken sound
Chasing stars where the quiet is loud
Every beat every sound every step is ours to make
Every chance every fall every risk we have to take
When the dust finally settles will we still know who we are?
Or will we be fragments scattered across the stars?
This is our time unbroken unspoken
Gravity’s gone the tether is broken
Rising like the night won’t hold us down
We’re chasing stars in a quiet town
Quiet town oh quiet town
Where the whispers hold us and the world slows down
Quiet town oh quiet town
We’ll find ourselves where the echoes drown
CREDITS
Performer: Alexander
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Elevate
Hamartia
Verified Artist
Hamartia
Hamartia, born Juliet Steiner, grew up in a strict Catholic family in Dublin, where expectations were high, and tradition ran deep. From an early age, Juliet knew she was different, but her family’s reaction to her sexual orientation was anything but supportive.
Feeling isolated and misunderstood, she sought solace in Greek mythology, where she discovered the concept of hamartia—a tragic flaw that often leads to downfall in ancient stories. Embracing the name Hamartia became her way of owning her identity and turning pain into strength, using it as a symbol of defiance against the societal norms that tried to suppress her.
Her move to Dublin’s vibrant underground music scene gave her the freedom to truly explore her voice. Hamartia quickly stood out for her unique vocal techniques, blending haunting tones with an emotive, almost ethereal quality that captivates listeners.
Her style, a mesmerizing fusion of Amplified Heart and pop dance, reflects both her inner turmoil and resilience. Each performance feels like a cathartic release, with her vocals carrying the weight of her past while moving toward something liberating and triumphant.
Hamartia's music doesn’t shy away from the complexities of love, loss, and self-discovery. Tracks like "I Don' Know" and "Eyes Wide Open" speak to the tension between vulnerability and empowerment, a delicate balance she has mastered through her songwriting.
Now a rising figure in Dublin’s pop dance scene, her unapologetic artistry resonates with fans who find strength in her journey. And as she continues to perform in venues across the city, Hamartia’s star keeps rising, proving that sometimes our flaws, real or perceived, are what make us truly extraordinary.
Elevate
Hamartia
(Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh)
Can you feel how the fire starts to rise?
Heat is getting closer burning deep behind my eyes
Can you hear how the rhythm pulls me in?
Beating like a signal calling louder than the wind
Elevate
Can you feel how the fire starts to rise?
Heat is getting closer burning deep behind my eyes
Can you hear how the rhythm pulls me in?
Beating like a signal calling louder than the wind
Elevate
Elevate
Elevate
Elevate
Elevate
One more step and there's no retreat
One more step and there's no retreat
One more step and there's no retreat
One more step and there's no retreat
One more step and there's no retreat
Cross the line
One more step and there's no retreat
Cross the line
Can you feel how the fire starts to rise?
Heat is getting closer burning deep behind my eyes
Can you hear how the rhythm pulls me in?
Beating like a signal calling louder than the wind
Elevate
Elevate
Elevate
CREDITS
Performer: Hamartia
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Better Without Proof
Bitter Palm
Verified Artist
Bitter Palm
Bitter Palm is an enchanting duo formed by two American vocalists, Maya Lark and Jenna Kaye, who met during their studies at a prestigious conservatory. Their shared passion for music blossomed into a partnership that effortlessly blends their voices into a harmonious tapestry of sound. With backgrounds in both indie and pop, they have cultivated a distinctive style that showcases both their individual talents and their chemistry as a duo.
Their catalog, though still budding with the standout track "Better Without Proof," carries an aura of playful optimism that resonates with listeners. The song reflects their infectious energy, characterized by upbeat melodies and hopeful lyrics that invite a sense of joy into everyday life. Each performance radiates their bubbly personalities, and their live shows often leave audiences feeling uplifted and inspired. They explore themes such as empowerment and self-acceptance, making their music relatable to a wide range of fans.
Maya and Jenna aim to develop their sound further, promising more tracks that delve into the complexities of modern life while maintaining their core essence of happiness and hope. As they continue to write and produce new material, Bitter Palm seeks to carve out a unique space in the indie-pop landscape, inviting fans to experience the uplifting world they create together. With each release, they look forward to connecting deeper with their audience through heartfelt storytelling and vibrant melodies.
Better Without Proof
Bitter Palm
You sent a message
Then took it back
I saw enough there
Between each gap
No big confession
No perfect scene
Just two people
Out of routine
I kept my answer
Short and kind
Left all the reasons
Out of my mind
You wanted closure
Clean and small
I gave you nothing
You could call
I used to replay
Every little word
Now I let it pass
Unrehearsed
I used to bend
Just to make us fit
Now I stand straight
And live with it
I’m better without proof
Better without blame
Better without you
Saying my name
I don’t need the last word
I don’t need the truth
I got myself back
Better without proof
Better better
Better without proof
Better better
Better without you
You still look polished
From far away
Like all the damage
Had a clean face
I don’t feel bitter
I don’t feel small
I just feel ready
To want more
Some days are easy
Some days are not
But I don’t bargain
With what I lost
You had your version
I had mine too
Both can be real
And still be through
I used to replay
Every little word
Now I let it pass
Unrehearsed
I used to bend
Just to make us fit
Now I stand straight
And live with it
I’m better without proof
Better without blame
Better without you
Saying my name
I don’t need the last word
I don’t need the truth
I got myself back
Better without proof
Better better
Better without proof
Better better
Better without you
No more checking
If you regret it
No more waiting
For some clean edit
I don’t carry
What we ruined
I just keep moving
Like I’m used to it
You can keep
Your side of pain
I can keep
My new last name
I’m better without proof
Better without blame
Better without you
Saying my name
I don’t need the last word
I don’t need the truth
I got myself back
Better without proof
Better better
Better without proof
Better better
Better without you
I’m better without proof
Better without blame
Better without you
Saying my name
Mm
I don’t need proof now
I just know
CREDITS
Performer: Bitter Palm
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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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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Truth Shouts Back
Arem Khenn
Verified Artist
Arem Khenn
Arem Khenn is a minimalist, introspective rap artist whose music exists between control and fracture, moving from slow, restrained beginnings into tightly wound, high-pressure rhyme structures. His work focuses on self-interrogation, memory, and the uneasy line between truth and deception, treating the past as evidence rather than confession.
Rather than offering release, Arem Khenn builds tension, using silence, repetition, and call-and-response moments where the inner voice answers back in single-word shouts. His delivery favors precision over excess, allowing emotional weight to surface without spectacle.
Arem Khenn’s songs are available exclusively on Filodyo, where his catalog remains intentionally contained, resisting overexposure and maintaining a controlled, immersive listening environment. Visually and sonically, he inhabits enclosed, dimly lit spaces, emphasizing honesty, restraint, and unresolved conflict over comfort or resolution.
Truth Shouts Back
Arem Khenn
Lights off room breathes heavy thoughts get loud
Mirror talks back but it never tells me how
I built walls just to feel safe inside
Funny how the safest place is where the truth goes to hide
Heart ticking like a bomb with a pause
I’m calm on the surface chaos under the laws
I ask myself questions I don’t wanna hear
If I’m honest with me will I disappear?
I grew up learning silence was strength
Learned to smile wide hide the cracks in the length
Every promise felt borrowed every win felt fake
If I fail on purpose at least it’s my mistake
I carry names they don’t know how to spell
Carry blame like a badge wear it well
I don’t trust my thoughts when they sound too kind
Cause comfort’s just a trap with a pleasant design
Truth feels sharp lies feel warm
I confuse being numb with being calm
Every memory fights to be the boss
Was it discipline building me or fear at a cost?
If I peel back layers what’s left of me?
A man or a mask with good memory?
I hear my past knock I don’t answer calls
But it’s yelling my name through the drywall walls
Tell me what’s real tell me what’s wrong
I been holding my breath way too long
Every lie feels right till the truth comes through
I don’t know who I am but I know it’s not you
Inside my head there’s a war I chose
Between what I show and what nobody knows
When the dark speaks up I answer too
Shout: Truth!
Shout: Fear!
Shout: Me!
I move quick now thoughts double-time
Mind runs laps like it’s training for crime
I edit my feelings like tracks in a mix
Cut the pain low but it still exists
They say heal yourself yeah easy to say
When the damage taught you how to get paid
I monetize pressure I profit from doubt
Turn panic to patterns then scream it out loud
I don’t chase peace I interrogate calm
Ask why it leaves when I’m holding the psalm
I know every trick that my ego plays
Calls survival a crown calls running a phase
I don’t want comfort I want it clear
If I’m broken say it don’t sugar my fear
I been friends with the worst part of me
Now I’m asking if it’s time to leave
If I stop fighting who am I then?
If I stop hurting do I lose my pen?
I don’t trust silence it feels like a test
Like peace is a lie I don’t deserve yet
Tell me what’s real tell me what stays
When the lights go out and the crowd fades
Every voice in my head wants a say
But only one of them tells it straight
I built my name from scars and doubt
From locked doors I had to break out
When the dark speaks up I answer too
Shout: Truth!
Shout: Pain!
Shout: Now!
If I face myself and don’t look away
Maybe fear won’t have the final say
I don’t need saving I need to see
What’s left when the noise stops haunting me
Shout (whispered): Me
CREDITS
Performer: Arem Khenn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Season's Closure
Aria Collins
Verified Artist
Aria Collins
When the orb of the music industry introduces another jewel into its glittering galaxy, it isn't often you come across a gem like Aria Collins – an "Alternative" genre artist painting our auditory landscape with hues of hope. The artist who owns the spotlight of the Season’s Closure single is notorious for her upbeat, hopeful aura which she insists on weaving into all her melodies.
Collins hails from a cacophonic family of eight, each deciphering their own tune in the bustling soundscape of Las Vegas. It’s in this familial symphony that she picked up her love for music. Accidentally grabbing her brother’s guitar instead of the fireplace poker one winter, a flicker of rhythm flowed through her. Half a strum in, and Aria knew how to summon the smoky, soulful voice that would encapsulate her entire musical career. They always say art comes from chaos. With seven siblings, Aria had plenty to tap into.
Collins is as unpredictable as a shuffling playlist; the appealing paradox of straying from the status quo, yet seamlessly syncing with her audience's vibe. Expect everything from thought-provoking lyrics, a platter of chaotic, raw emotion delivered with such polish, it'll make the silver spoon look like a teaspoon. And dare we mention, her humor dances on the fine line between I-can't-breathe-laughing and appalling. She once staged a mini concert on a hitchhiker’s bus ride only to end it with a dramatic pantomime of “tactical falling”, much to the intrigue of the passengers. Aria Collins, ladies and gentlemen, a small package carrying a vast musical universe within her, promising a journey you won’t forget.
Season's Closure
Aria Collins
I found you out on the shoreline
While waitin' for the undertow
A whisper of the divine
A map to take me home
Hotter than the summer air
We tore our nights apart
Tanglin' our toes
Sun in our head
Ooh
You had my heart
Then the 34 North wind came
Coast had somethin' unsettling to say
Suddenly sun-touched skin was so cold on mine
And then I lost you to time
Even hotter than the summer air
We tore our nights apart
Tanglin' our toes
Sun in our head
You had my heart
And in those moments
I knew
That it wouldn't last long
But you did
Too
And now my nighttimes sing this song (It goes)
"So hot" ("Hot" is how we both said "hello")
Hotter than the summer air
(A night a kiiism the first time our lips touched in the mellow)
We tore our nights apart
(A funny ha-ha when I laughed so hard at your nostrils'
Twitch-twitch-twitch in and out like while out on Caddy's estuvo swim)
Tanglin' our toes
Sun in our head
(We planned for no okay-vacation)
You had my heart
(We unplugged where the sun always shone)
CREDITS
Performer: Aria Collins
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
After Seven
Elian Rae
Verified Artist
Elian Rae
Elian Rae makes refined late-hour pop built for rooms that do not want to shout. Her sound blends soft nu-disco, mellow funk bass, Rhodes keys, muted guitar, and an airy vocal style that feels polished without turning glossy or loud.
Her songs often find small cinematic details in ordinary spaces: a quiet shop after seven, fabric on a hanger, receipts curling beside a drawer, street color moving behind glass. The result is warm, understated music for evening playlists, boutique floors, and listeners who like groove with restraint.
After Seven
Elian Rae
At seven the glass doors learn the street by name
sale tags turn slowly in the conditioned air
someone leaves a blue scarf folded out of place
and the mirror keeps pretending not to stare
A clerk counts coins like small weather
one by one into a paper tray
the fitting rooms exhale together
as the weekday loosens its display
Keep the low lamps on
let the room breathe out
there is music in the ordinary
when the hurry thins around
Soft returns quiet shelves
hands on fabric nothing else
after seven after seven
we move lightly through ourselves
Perfume cards sleep beside the counter
shoes line up like they know the floor
outside taxis change their colors
inside no one needs to want more
A coat on a hanger turns human
for a second in the corner light
I almost ask it where it's going
then I let it keep the night
Keep the low lamps on
let the room breathe out
there is music in the ordinary
when the hurry thins around
Soft returns quiet shelves
hands on fabric nothing else
after seven after seven
we move lightly through ourselves
Not every song should chase the ceiling
not every room should ask for rain
some evenings only need a rhythm
folded neatly with a name
Keep the low lamps on
let the room breathe out
there is music in the ordinary
when the hurry thins around
Soft returns quiet shelves
hands on fabric nothing else
after seven after seven
we move lightly through ourselves
The last receipt curls by the drawer
one small moon on the floor
after seven after seven
nothing asks to be more
CREDITS
Performer: Elian Rae
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
Secondhand Alibi
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?"
Secondhand Alibi
Romeo Vane
I found it in a Sunday ad
Between a sofa and a wedding band
“Barely used no questions asked”
The seller wore a borrowed name
He said it worked on jealous hearts
On hotel clerks and parking guards
I paid in cash he wished me luck
Then vanished before the light changed
I practiced every detail
The hour the street the rain
But truth has lousy manners
It keeps interrupting names
I bought a secondhand alibi
Cheap enough to fit my life
It worked until you asked me twice
Now every version sounds like mine
I bought a secondhand alibi
With someone else’s reasons inside
The story held the timing died
Now every version sounds like mine
I said the train was running late
You knew that line from ’98
I blamed a man I’d never met
You said “At least invent him well”
I moved the evening half an hour
Changed the bar replaced the car
By then the lie had better shoes
And more ambition than the truth
I gave it dates and weather
A witness and a scar
You watched me build the ceiling
Then asked where the foundations are
I bought a secondhand alibi
Cheap enough to fit my life
It worked until you asked me twice
Now every version sounds like mine
I bought a secondhand alibi
With someone else’s reasons inside
The story held the timing died
Now every version sounds like mine
Mine on Monday
Mine by five
Mine when I need
Someone else to survive
The seller called at 2:13
Said “That excuse belongs to me”
I told him he could have it back
He laughed and said “You made it yours”
You poured your drink into the sink
Not angry almost entertained
You said “The worst part isn’t this
It’s how rehearsed you look in pain”
So here’s the part I didn’t buy
No clever date no useful guy
I stayed because I liked the risk
I left because you noticed it
No missing train no broken phone
No nameless friend to take the blame
I wanted two incompatible things
And called confusion by your name
I bought a secondhand alibi
Cheap enough to fit my life
It worked until you asked me why
Now every version sounds like mine
I bought a secondhand alibi
But guilt was never in the price
Keep the story keep the night
Every version sounds like mine
The truth was sitting in the car
Patient as an unpaid fare
I opened up the passenger door
It said “You took your time”
CREDITS
Performer: Romeo Vane
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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