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Unholy Race
Logan Vance
Verified Artist
Logan Vance
Meet Logan Vance: the rock and roll laureate of our generation and an audaciously independent artist from, where else, but the sin city itself, Las Vegas. This guitar slinging, wordsmithing, intergalactic hero seems to have been born solely to make his own harmonic storms in the very desert that taught him the rock and roll parlance.
His tunes are like his town - rife with stories about right turns in the wrong places, the neon gleam of casino nights, and the recurrent theme of chasing after reckless dreams. Our heady hero doesn’t just play music, he lives it, injecting every chord with a potent mix of knowledge, regret, passion, and a punchy dash of Vegas glitter.
All of which has found a strangely harmonious home on his signature track, "Unholy Race," a raging electrified commentary on social struggle depicting life as a grand, if unholy, race! This isn’t just music, it’s a heart on a sleeve diary from a guy who got hip to life in the neon haze of a Vegas sunrise.
But don't be fooled by his 'city of sins' background — on stage and in the studio, it’s all about the music for Vance. He might climb the heights of hedonism, but he always does it with a guitar in his hand, eyes on the sky, and feet firmly rooted in the arid, undying love for his music. Enter the Vance-Verse: equal parts witty, gritty, and every bit as glitzy as a Vegas-strip marquee.
Unholy Race
Logan Vance
I don't know what you want if you just complain a lot
Maybe all you want is all they got
They stealin' my voice like it's crack rocks
They try to slow me down just like I'm taking adderall
You ain't the one who took me to the top
Boom on the Zoom
Bop-bop-bop-bop
They out for my heart
Boy
Ha
Crop
Treat me like Patty Kane on a short shot
Pokemon
Pokemon
Pokemon
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Young victors
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Live it out in the middle of the world
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
Live it out in the middle of the world
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Slowly
Slowly
They out for my heart
Boy
Ha
Crop
I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Slowly
Slowly
CREDITS
Performer: Logan Vance
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
Verified Artist
Elyra Dawn
Elyra Dawn was born in Rotterdam, raised between ferry horns and late-night radio static. Music wasn’t a choice — it was everywhere. Her mother sang quietly while folding laundry, her older brother blasted trance through paper-thin walls, and Elyra? She listened. Carefully. Absorbing melodies like secondhand sunlight.
She spent her teenage years bouncing between school choirs, bedroom recordings, and weekend trips to Amsterdam’s record stores. The moment she first heard Robyn’s Dancing On My Own on a train platform at dusk, something clicked. It wasn’t just about sadness or joy — it was how you could wear both in the same voice. That duality, the push and pull between euphoria and vulnerability, would become Elyra’s signature.
After performing in local clubs and uploading small demos online, she received an unexpected email from Filodyo’s Hakan E — a message that simply said: “You sound like you’ve lived a little. Let’s talk.” What followed was a slow, careful collaboration: late-night file exchanges, voice memos from backstage, moments captured between flights. Elyra didn’t rush it. She never does.
Today, her voice balances two worlds — the sweaty rush of the dancefloor and the quiet ache of a Sunday morning alone. Her hooks stick, her delivery stings, and her presence on stage feels at once intimate and cinematic. Elyra Dawn isn’t here to be loud. She’s here to be heard.
Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
I kept your echo in a borrowed chord
Faded at the edges like a prayer ignored
You never spoke in “forever” terms—
Only in glances only in turns
We drew lines in passing trains
Paused in motion looped refrains
What we had was quiet gold—
But time like steam refused to hold
So I won't chase the version of us
That never really stayed never fully was
You were a still life mid-collapse
A moving part in silent gaps
And I loved you there—
Where the light never dared
But lingered
Like it knew
We’d vanish fair
You hummed in keys I couldn’t trace
Left fingerprints on open space
A breath a shift a tilted frame
No villain here just untitled blame
Maps don’t cover scenes like this
Where lips forget what touch meant bliss
But if you ask what we became—
A shadow signed with no one’s name
I won't rewrite the note you played
Or tune the silence we conveyed
You were a still life breaking fast
A fleeting truth I couldn’t grasp
And I loved you there—
Not to repair—
But to remember
Without despair
Maybe we were best
in between intentions
Not a love song—
just the tension
Still life
in motion
Still life
Not frozen
CREDITS
Performer: Elyra Dawn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Call Dropped at 3 AM
Eli Varnish
Verified Artist
Eli Varnish
Eli Varnish spent most of his life drawing straight lines for crooked cities. As an architect, he designed libraries, train stations, and far too many gray, forgettable office buildings. He was always more interested in light than concrete — the way it moved through windows, shifted on floors, or disappeared behind closed doors. But deadlines piled up, and inspiration gave way to invoices. When he retired at 62, he didn’t throw a party. He just handed in his keys, took the long way home, and listened to the silence.
That’s when the music came back.
In his youth, Eli had played piano quietly — always in private, never in public. Now, with no blueprints to chase, he returned to the keys. Slowly. Gently. A few friends joined him — a bassist who used to drive a bus, a trombonist who sold insurance, and a drummer who once taught math. They started meeting weekly above an old bookstore. No gigs, no names. Just music.
Eventually, they found their way into a small jazz bar — dim, warm, and half-forgotten. That’s where Eli plays now. No spotlight, no talk. Just a glass of red wine, a crooked hat, and a piano that creaks in all the right places. The audience doesn’t clap much. They just nod, like they recognize something they forgot they knew.
Eli doesn’t miss architecture. “Buildings are meant to last,” he says, “but songs... songs are meant to leave.” And so he plays — not to impress, but to remember. To trace old lines in the air. To build something no one can own, but everyone can feel.
Call Dropped at 3 AM
Eli Varnish
Alright…
Yeah yeah don’t tune it too much
Let it breathe
Okay… one two…
Woke up late with the room still shaking
Ashtray full of things I didn’t say
Mirror asks me for an explanation
I tell it “man not today”
Shoes by the door still smell like last night
Clock keeps lying I let it talk
City hums in a crooked rhythm
Like it learned that walk from me
Hey bass… keep it walking
Yeah like that
Don’t rush it
Every plan I make shows up half dressed
Every promise comes out second best
If I fall behind the beat again
Just leave some space I’ll land it then
This ain’t a straight line it sways and bends
It trips on truth then calls it a friend
If I sound wrong don’t fix it too soon
That’s where the story sneaks through
Yeah this ain’t clean this ain’t controlled
It’s a loose wire looking for a soul
Play it wrong play it loud play it true
That’s all this blues knows how to do
Hold up…
Let the horn say something
Yeah… go on
(long slide in slightly late)
Mmm… listen
Man… that thing’s complaining
Let him talk
I’m almost done… almost
Sorry… not sorry
(rimshot)
There’s a voice in my head clapping off time
Says “You always push you never wait”
I said “If I slow down I might notice
Everything I try to escape”
Barroom light keeps flickering jokes
Like it knows where I’ve been
Every sound wants a turn at the mic
Even the quiet wants in
Yeah… that’s it
Don’t smooth it out
No no
If this night’s a gamble I roll it bent
Lose my balance call it intent
Break the rule then play it twice
Mess it up till it sounds right
This ain’t a straight line it sways and bends
Falls apart then stands again
If my voice cracks just let it through
That’s what it came here to do
Yeah this ain’t neat this ain’t polite
It’s just breath fighting with the night
Play it wrong play it loud play it true
That’s all this blues knows how to do
Alright…
Don’t stop it
Let it ring
Yeah… that’s enough
CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Riddim of Peace
Dreadlock Boys
Verified Artist
Dreadlock Boys
Scoot over, Marley, there’s a new reggae sheriff in town. Straight from the sunny sidewalks of Kingston, Jamaica, the Dreadlock Boys are laying down fresh beats in the reggae scene.
This pair of plaited prodigies isn't your grandma's reggae. Combining traditional roots rhythms with just a hint of ska spice and a not-so-subtle sprinkle of dancehall energy, these boys aren't just playing by the book – they’re writing their own. And don't let that laid-back island vibe fool you; these guys are as serious about making you laugh as they are about perfecting the offbeat.
Their standout single "Riddim of Peace" might just be the happiest jam this side of Montego Bay. With its earworm melody and bouncy bassline, it’s as infectious as a belly laugh in a silent library. It's the kind of track that leaves the grumpiest of gurners grinning like a Cheshire cat at an all-you-can-eat fish buffet.
So come, sit, and sway to the soothing sounds of the Dreadlock Boys. They'll be your pint-sized purveyors of peace, your lyrical lifesavers when the going gets tough. After all, joy does come in the morning and the Dreadlock Boys are here to serve it up with a side of reggae, none of those nasty grimaces, thank you very much.
Riddim of Peace
Dreadlock Boys
Yah man mi wake up wid di sun pon mi face
One cup a tea an’ a likkle embrace
No rush no run we tek tings slow
Peace inna di heart mek di good vibes flow
Call up di crew from down di lane
Laugh and chat no room fi pain
Every likkle yout’ every likkle gyal
We jam together like one big pal
Dance fi di love move fi di light
Raise up ya hand if ya feelin’ right
No need fi gun we a blaze di tune
Singin’ fi peace under di mango moon
Bredda sistren bring ya soul
One riddim mek di broken whole
Shake off di stress fling ‘way di fear
Jah voice a whisperin’ inna we ear
Skank pon di corner joy in di beat
Barefoot jammin’ in di midday heat
Tell Babylon: we nah go low
We buildin’ love like a riverside flow
[Outro - Spoken Word Style]
So light up di hope let it blaze like fire
One world one song one higher desire
Peace nuh just a dream it a ting we live
With every dance step we learn fi forgive
CREDITS
Performer: Dreadlock Boys
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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My Happy Song
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!
My Happy Song
Lyra Luxx
(do not be afraid this is not fm)
You used to call me late night
Hope I ain't just your late night
When can I see you again?
So sorry I'm not a pain
Um (but)
I been workin' nine to five (ask me baby)
Smokin' bomb on my free time (light it baby)
Keep that love on my mind (kiss me baby)
Keep that love (K-I-S-S kiss me)
Makin' music all the time (mister radio play it play it)
Hit a milli and I'll cry (ooh my audience so loud)
Growin' up with the mic (fallin' steady fall watch it)
I can stay low
But when my song comes on
That's when I get so confident
Ooh
I put my own words in my mouth
And yes
I'm saying it out loud
That when my song comes on
I make my mama proud of me
Growin' up loving me (uh)
Hold up
Wait
Watch it
Look
Uh
Seventeen
I'm on a stage singin'
Haze off the coast
Eighteen in the city
Still hidin'
From the snow
Jumpin' down 85
When I'm driving home
Levitate for no reason
Cus' they changed the seasons
Makin' music all the time (oh)
Keep a milli on my mind (oh)
Growin' up with the mic (oh yes hunny)
I could stay low
But when my song comes on
That's when I get so confident
Ooh
I put my own words in my mouth
And yes
I'm saying it out loud
That when my song comes on
I make my mama proud of me
Growin' up loving me
Hold up
Wait
Watch it
Look
CREDITS
Performer: Lyra Luxx
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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I’m The Lighter
Elira Vayne
Verified Artist
Elira Vayne
With a name synonymous with the hauntingly beautiful waters of Ohrid, North Macedonia, Elira Vayne is your go-to dance diva with a twist. Part French, part Albanian, and 100% maverick, Vayne gives dance music a refreshing Balkan edge.
Born to the lullaby of a mandolin on Ohrid's shores, Elira was raised with the zest of Albania and the charm of France running through her veins. As if algae-ridden waters and sun-lit picnic spots out of posters whispered into her ears, everyone wondered, "Does Ohrid govern the sounds she creates?" And in a quaint voice, she would almost always blush and say, "Mais oui, and a bit of Marseille jazz too."
By the time teenage took over, the rhythm of the mandolin turned to jazz in the pulsating heart of Marseille. There, in a music sklearnamediciabacked alley bistro turned vocal studio, she trained some more in the gallant art of French jazz vocals. Little did she know that her cultural potpourri would give birth to a new music sensation: the vivacious tones of French Electronica blended with raw Balkan folklore.
Never leaving her roots far behind, each album cover of Elira's embroiders a rich tapestry of Balkan texture. In contrast, her songs hum with the vibe of French electronic dance music, mostly with her biggest hit yet, "I'm The Lighter". You can feel the happy energy as potent as the Ohrid sun, making her music a cocktail of infectious melodies under the umbrella contract of Filodyo. And quite frankly, it's this sun-soaked, high spirited party in the Byzantines' backyard that sets Elira Vayne on a league above your usual dance floor DJs.
I’m The Lighter
Elira Vayne
Cracked screen no calls today
Left the charger on the train
They said time would wash it out
But my clock’s been playing games
Can’t decode your morse-like moods
Every tone’s a sharp excuse
I lit fires you never saw
Guess it’s time to cut it loose
Let me breathe without your shadow (ah)
Every step I’m climbing higher (yeah)
Didn’t fold didn’t borrow
I’m the spark I’m the lighter
(wooh ay-ay let it burn)
Calendar full of crossed-out plans
Turned the silence into stance
No parade no grand goodbyes
But I danced inside the crash
Used to bend till I dissolved
Now I sculpt from where I broke
This new world don’t need your laws
I evolve and I revoke
Let me breathe without your shadow (mmm)
Every step I’m climbing higher (uh)
Didn’t fold didn’t borrow
I’m the spark I’m the lighter
(yeah-yeah wooh let it burn)
Ooh-ohh ohh
No more codes to crack
I’m off this map
CREDITS
Performer: Elira Vayne
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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We Had A Better Tim...
Max Donovan
Verified Artist
Max Donovan
Max Donovan is a Los Angeles-based singer-songwriter known for his soulful melodies and evocative storytelling. Born into the heart of Hollywood, Max was surrounded by the entertainment industry from a young age. His father, a dedicated sound and lighting technician named Michael Donovan, spent his life behind the scenes, setting up the intricate systems that brought movies to life. His mother, Elena Pierce, is a seasoned actress who has appeared in several supporting roles in both film and television, adding a touch of on-screen magic to his upbringing.
Growing up amidst the hustle and bustle of film sets, Max developed a deep appreciation for the arts. While his father's tales of the golden days of Hollywood fascinated him, it was the emotional resonance of music that truly captured his heart.
Encouraged by his parents, he began exploring various instruments and writing songs during his teenage years. His family's blend of technical expertise and artistic flair inspired Max to create music that is both thoughtfully composed and deeply personal.
Max's debut single, "We Had A Better Time," is a heartfelt homage to the stories his father shared about the past. The song blends nostalgic lyrics with contemporary acoustic sounds, reflecting on simpler times and the enduring bonds of family.
The track has garnered attention for its sincerity and relatability, marking Max as a promising new voice in the music scene. When he's not in the studio, you might catch Max performing at local venues across LA, carrying on his family's legacy in the entertainment world.
We Had A Better Time (ft Jason Harper)
Max Donovan
I remember LA streets
Cruisin' down Sunset in the haze
Back when life was so sweet
Golden days living through a craze
Music played through the night
We were young felt so right
Those years were gold
Bright and bold
Now stories told
Hearts grown cold
We had a better time (yeah better time!)
When the world was free (world was free)
Now they’ve crossed the line (crossed the line)
What do we see? (do we see)
A city lost in misery (misery)
Neon signs and wild dreams
We were kings we ruled the scene
Now it’s not what it seems
Lost the spark the soul the sheen
People now chase empty gold
Trade their hearts lose their hold
Those years were gold
Bright and bold
Now stories told
Hearts grown cold
We had a better time (yeah better time!)
When the world was free (world was free)
Now they’ve crossed the line (crossed the line)
What do we see? (do we see)
A city lost in misery (misery)
Yearning for the
Golden days
Those years were gold
Bright and bold
Now stories told
Hearts grown cold
Back then the city had a pulse
a rhythm and a beat
Fast cars big dreams
livin' life on repeat
From the Walk of Fame
to the Venice Beach sands
Every corner every block
magic in our hands
Skateboards on the boulevard
neon lights aglow
Fashion trends music bends
the energy would flow
We were rebels in the night
no chains could hold us back
Now it's shadows of the past
memories we lack
Chasing paper losing soul
where did passion go?
Grit and glory now just stories
lost in hollow glow
Once a city full of life
now it's just a ghost
Echoes of the laughter
it's the past we miss the most
We had a better time (yeah better time!)
When the world was free (world was free)
Now they’ve crossed the line (crossed the line)
What do we see? (do we see)
A city lost in misery (misery)
We had a better time (yeah better time!)
When the world was free (world was free)
Now they’ve crossed the line (crossed the line)
What do we see? (do we see)
A city lost in misery (misery)
CREDITS
Performer: Max Donovan
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Clean and Proud
Aliza Steel 44
Clean and Proud
Aliza Steel 44
Midnight moves across the floor
Steps align we need no more
Every motion syncs in time
Signals crossing clean and fine
No directions no control
Just a pattern taking hold
Hold it right don’t push too fast
Let the second stretch and last
Keep me on a steady frequency
Where the sound stays close to me
Nothing sharp nothing loud
Just the rhythm clean and proud
Stay aligned let it be
No escape no urgency
Every tone exactly right
On this steady frequency tonight
Low pulse breathing
Filtered chords drifting
Time dissolving
Nothing spoken
Faces blur in moving light
Seconds fold into the night
No reflections no disguise
Just the motion multiplying
We don’t question where it leads
Only trust the space we keep
Hold the line stay inside
Let the moment open wide
Keep me on a steady frequency
Where the sound stays close to me
Nothing sharp nothing loud
Just the rhythm clean and proud
Stay aligned let it be
No escape no urgency
Every tone exactly right
On this steady frequency tonight
No beginning no release
Only waves in slow repeat
CREDITS
Performer: Aliza Steel 44
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Things I Never Said
Bruno Galvez
Verified Artist
Bruno Galvez
Bruno Galvez was born to a working-class Spanish family in Valencia, where the scent of orange blossoms mixed with the sound of distant flamenco was part of everyday life. Raised in a modest apartment above a small tapas bar, Bruno’s earliest memories include the strum of his grandfather’s old guitar and the rhythm of heels tapping against the tiled floor. Music wasn't just tradition — it was identity.
To support himself through school, Bruno played guitar on the streets and metro stations of Madrid, his case open for coins, his eyes always scanning for inspiration. These years shaped both his sound and his soul. The rawness of performing for strangers taught him to listen deeply to people’s silence — and to fill it with something honest. His fingers spoke when words failed, and soon his name became familiar in the underground corners of the city.
He studied Anthropology at the Universidad Autónoma de Madrid, drawn to human stories, rituals, and rhythms — the same themes that echo in his music. By night he was a student of culture; by day, a transmitter of it, blending traditional flamenco with the urgency of the modern world. His academic lens gave new depth to his compositions, adding layers that resonated beyond melody.
Today, Bruno Galvez is no longer just a street performer. He’s a storyteller, a cultural bridge, and a reminder that music — especially flamenco — is not meant to be caged. It is meant to move, to cry, to celebrate, and most importantly, to survive.
Things I Never Said
Bruno Galvez
I kept your name in a quiet drawer
Where I hide the things I can't restore
Every word I wrote I burned unread
I'm still haunted by the things I never said
I didn't scream I didn't cry
I let you leave without asking why
But in my bones I broke and bled
From all the things I never said
[Guitar Break]
I smiled like silence was my friend
But silence never helps in the end
You touched my back I turned instead
And buried deep the things I never said
I didn't scream I didn't cry
I let you leave without asking why
But in my bones I broke and bled
From all the things I never said
[Instrumental Break]
There were nights I danced just to forget
Lips on mine but no regret
Still I feel you in my breath—
A ghost that never left
[Final Chorus]
I didn't scream I let you go
But now the quiet hurts me more
I should’ve loved I should’ve pled
Instead I kept the things I never said
CREDITS
Performer: Bruno Galvez
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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But North Keeps
The Absents
Verified Artist
The Absents
The Absents are a four-piece synth-pop and modern disco-pop band hailing from Brighton, on the south coast of the United Kingdom. The lineup consists of Elliot Kane (vocals), Ryan Whitford (keyboards & production), Callum Price (bass guitar & synth bass), and Jamie Harlow (guitar & backing vocals). The four met in 2018 at a local music festival, where a late-night jam session revealed a shared passion for blending the melodic elegance of 80s synth-pop with the energy and polish of modern pop production.
Deeply influenced by the infectious hooks and emotive energy of Erasure, The Absents quickly began writing together, crafting songs that pair bright synth textures with tight bass grooves and subtle funk undertones. Their early rehearsals took place in a modest studio near Brighton’s seafront, a space that soon became their creative sanctuary and the birthplace of their signature sound.
In 2019, the band released their debut single, which found its way onto local radio playlists and began circulating through London’s club scene. Known for their vivid light shows, charismatic stage presence, and danceable, high-energy sets, The Absents built a reputation as one of the most exciting new acts in the UK’s pop landscape.
Today, The Absents continue to bridge nostalgia and modernity, reaching audiences far beyond the British Isles. Elliot’s commanding yet soulful vocals, Ryan’s shimmering synth arrangements, Callum’s deep, driving grooves, and Jamie’s melodic guitar lines come together to create a live experience that is as unforgettable as it is electrifying.
But North Keeps
The Absents
Rust runs along the rails to nowhere
Morning stations breathe a scent of iron
Words melt in my hands like shards of ice
Even when I speak it’s someone else’s song
Foreign clocks drag their feet
The wind calls me by names I’ve never worn
This city feels like a mirror I’ve never owned
My steps fall on stones that don’t remember me
I drew a map with the length of my shadow
But north keeps pointing somewhere else
Cracked windows hold the faces of other lives
Salted bread is torn with prayers I can’t translate
I keep the roofs of distant houses in my eyes
But the mailbox stays empty — no one arrives
Foreign clocks drag their feet
The wind calls me by names I’ve never worn
This city feels like a mirror I’ve never owned
My steps fall on stones that don’t remember me
I drew a map with the length of my shadow
But north keeps pointing somewhere else
A ticket in my pocket
Its destination still a stranger
Maybe it’s one-way out
Or just another foreign land
Rust runs along the rails to nowhere
And I keep walking without a border to cross
CREDITS
Performer: The Absents
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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This Isn’t Love
Chris Nate
Verified Artist
Chris Nate
Meet Chris Nate, the alternative tunesmith you've probably never heard of, but will soon be unable to live without. Emerging from the vibrant music scene of Nashville, this little-known troubadour is steadily carving a niche for himself in the wide world of alternative music.
Chris is notoriously bashful about his origins but will tell you this: the fundamental building blocks of his music lie not in Nashville's sing-and-clap heartland, but on the rhythmic streets of his namesake city, Natchitoches, Louisiana. Every song seems to skate effortlessly across bayou blues and backwater folk rock, all while maintaining the ebullient tone that is so very Chris Nate.
It's no surprise that this seemingly scattershot blend of influences works so well given the success of his track, "This Isn't Love." A merry jaunt that dares to ask, 'What if love was more like playing jazz on a banjo in space?’ Delivered with a wink, a nod, and most crucially, a tie-dye shirt, the song is a festival of joy that will have listeners tapping their feet while crying laughter tears.
So, grab your headphones and give Chris Nate a spin. Here’s an artist whose music won’t just tickle your ears, but might just tickle your funny bone as well. He's serving up slices of life with a side of melody, and it's a recipe that's simply too tasty to resist. And if that isn’t love, well, this isn’t a biography. Or is it? Chris Nate might make you question everything. Everything except for his expertise in creating cheerfully menagerie tunes, that is.
This Isn’t Love
Chris Nate
Your keys on my floor like secrets we ignore
Talk cheap in the kitchen but silence said more
Late bites blurred lines
We orbit what we can’t define
And I don’t ask you to stay
But you never walk away
Ooh—ohh—caught in that delay
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
The door’s half closed your shadow blends
Routine strangers no need to pretend
Unread texts skipped calls
But still I’m there when you fall
I won’t hold out a map
You keep tracing the gap
Mm—yeah—holding what we lack
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
Words don’t heal in stereo
We play roles we’ll never know
But I’d still let it repeat—mmm—aah
Ahh—mmm—breathe in the mess
Still tethered nothing less
[Final Chorus]
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
(Uhh!) crash not intent
CREDITS
Performer: Chris Nate
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
