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Faded Picture of Us...
Greta Falk

Verified Verified Artist

Greta Falk
Meet Greta Falk - a woman who writes letters to the world in the form of melody, one coffee cup at a time. Best known for her achingly beautiful duet, "Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip)", Greta's music dares you not to feel.

Once a humble barista, Greta swapped her Americano for Allegros, her caramel macchiato for concertos. Working the espresso machine in a little café back in her hometown, she spent her spare time spinning a web of storytelling, uncovering the lyrical undercurrents in the daily grind of coffee beans. Vienna was just a faded picture on a postcard then, an elusive dream that seemed light years away.

Greta's big break came after an impromptu performance in the café, grabbing the heartstrings of a customer who happened to be a music producer on a caffeine kick. Next thing she knew, she was packing her passport alongside her piano sheet music. Soon after settling in Vienna, Greta would tie the knot with the city and her newfound love. So if you thought romance was only found in a Vienna coffee house with a slice of Sachertorte, allow “Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip)” to change your mind.

In a world where pop music often relies on sugar-coated hooks, Greta Falk’s songwriting serves up a double espresso – unflinching, raw, and undeniably addictive. So here's to Greta, crafting symphonies one coffee bean — I mean note, at a time. This woman not only proves that it's never too latte to follow your dreams but also that behind every successful artist, there’s substantial amount of caffeine. Greta definitely knows her art just as well as her coffee art!
Track(s)
Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip) 34725 03:03

Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip)

Greta Falk


Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Ooh ooh)
Yeah
Oh oh uh-huh
(Whoo)

I thought I was done with you mmh
Then I read the messages (Ooh ooh) I
(Fell out yesterday just to slide for you)
Baby days just go on
I need a time machine for us (Slide for you)
(fallen out yesterday just to slide for you)

Again it's a feeling it won't last
(Ah ah ah ooh)
A faded picture from the past
(Ah ah ah ah)
Girl my heart won't lie
(Ah ah ah ah)
Every time I close my eyes (Yeah)
it's on my mind

Another chapter that's gone
World stops spinning yet life goes on
Girl days just come and go (Ooh ooh)
We can't get back I need a time machine ah

Again (Oh) it's a feeling it won't last (Ooh)
(Fell out yesterday just to slide for you)
A faded picture from the past
Girl my heart won't lie
(Fallen out yesterday just to slide for you)
Every time I close my eyes (Yeah) it's on my mind
Again (Yeah) it's a feeling it won't last
(Fell out yesterday just to slide for you)
A faded picture from the past (I miss you girl)
Girl my heart won't lie (Yeah)
Every time I close my eyes (Yeah) it's on my mind

A long time (Ooh ooh) it's a long time comin'
I've waited in the doorway for you
Till the end of time (Oh) I'll be yours forever
My best friend in another life

Again (Oh) it's a feeling it won't last (Ooh)
A faded picture from the past (Ah)
Girl my heart won't lie (Ah)
Every time I close my eyes (It's been a long time girl)
Again (Oh) it's a feeling it won't last
A faded picture of our past (Ooh)
Girl my heart won't lie
Every time I close my eyes it's on my mind

(It's been a long time)

CREDITS
Performer: Greta Falk
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Run Gone Call Still
Nate Kessler

Verified Verified Artist

Nate Kessler
Nate Kessler was born in 2003 in Billings, Montana, a place where the highways stretch for miles and the nights feel too quiet. He grew up in a rundown house on the edge of town, where his father worked as a mechanic and his mother sang old folk songs at a roadside bar. Music was always around—not in studios or lessons, but in the hum of car engines, the crackle of old radio stations, and the late-night melodies his mother would hum when she thought no one was listening.

As a kid, Nate spent hours in his father’s garage, picking up discarded metal and turning them into makeshift instruments, fascinated by the way sound traveled through objects. He taught himself to play guitar on a beat-up acoustic he found at a flea market, learning songs by ear and scribbling lyrics in a tattered notebook.

By the time he was 16, he was playing small gigs at diners and bars, earning just enough for gas money and late-night coffee. At 18, he packed his life into a backpack and left Montana, hitchhiking from state to state, crashing on strangers' couches, and performing anywhere that would let him. Cities blurred together—Seattle, Portland, Denver—until he found himself in a tiny basement studio in Chicago, recording a song with borrowed time and borrowed gear.

That song, Run Gone Call Stil, wasn’t perfect—it was rough, restless, and raw. But it caught fire. People connected to its unpolished honesty, its sense of movement with no clear destination. Now, Nate’s music carries that same energy—a mix of wanderlust, late-night reflections, and the quiet weight of leaving things behind. He’s not chasing fame. He’s chasing the next song, the next road, the next moment that feels real.
Track(s)
Run Gone Call Still 33835 03:29

Run Gone Call Still

Nate Kessler


Clock blinks—red light low glow
Hands shake—cold air don’t know
Steps loud—empty street bends
Phone rings—breathe in no send

Wait—too long night turns grey
Still—no sound lost my way

Run—feet numb sky don’t care (yeah)
Gone—no map just thin air (whoa)
Call—no name no one there
Still—keep on nowhere (oh-oh yeah)

Glass cracks—rain hits won’t stay
Doors close—fast moves one way
Head down—loud thoughts won’t end
Heart skips—wrong turn not then

Why stop?—no time no place
Keep on—no past no trace

CREDITS
Performer: Nate Kessler
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Keep Me In That
Adam Lamo

Verified Verified Artist

Adam Lamo
Feeding off the neon pulse of Las Vegas, Adam Lamo has boogie-wired our hearts to irresistible dance beats like no one else. His music is more infectious than a hangover from an all-night disco party, and just as unforgettable.

Picture this: a youthful Adam, prowling the technicolor streets of Vegas, the city's rhythm flowing through his veins like liquid gold. With "Keep Me In That", Lamo masterfully bottled that dazzling, Frank Sinatra meets Calvin Harris vibe. The beats are sunnier than a Vegas summer heatwave and guaranteed to lift any moody blackjack player off their stool and onto the dancefloor.

Mr. Lamo whips up melodies that make choosing to sit out not an option, but a crime against fun itself. His music's joy factor hits harder than a final-round knockout; it's not just dance, it's happiness in audio form. Consider yourselves officially warned: surrender to the irresistible allure of Adam Lamo's beat, or risk a lifetime of being a total party pooper. Our lad from Vegas didn't just show up; he's here to make us dance 'til sunrise and beyond.
Track(s)
Keep Me In That 94777 02:48

Keep Me In That

Adam Lamo



Strangers in the backseat city hum’s a lullaby
Silhouettes in rearview glass fading with the sky
No confessions just the tension
Sipping on a moment we won’t define

And I pull the static closer
Your eyes say more than closure
Burning through the calm again—mmm ahh—yeah

We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state

Tuned to our own channel we’re no one's broadcast
We don't leave trails only moments that last
No compass no plans
Just two outliers with no demands

Every glitch is gold tonight
We’re wired for the fight or flight
Touch like gravity—hmm—aah—pulls me right

We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state

No rewind just loops we bend
Every second a means not the end
Not broken—just bent in rhythm

Hah—mm-mm—hah
Cold air warm static—
No words left just the habit

[Final Chorus]
We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state—woah

CREDITS
Performer: Adam Lamo
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Falling Faster
Lucas Hale

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Lucas Hale
Born and raised in Amsterdam, Lucas Hale is a rising singer-songwriter blending modern pop with cinematic, atmospheric sounds. His passion for music started early, but it wasn’t until he moved to Prague for university that he truly embraced his artistry. While studying digital media, Lucas spent nights crafting melodies in his dorm room and performing at underground venues across the city.

Aside from music, Lucas also works as a model, bringing his sharp features and effortless style to fashion campaigns across Europe. His debut single, Falling Faster, captures the electrifying rush of youthful adventure, blending deep beats with haunting melodies. With a voice that carries both power and emotion, Lucas Hale is an artist on the verge of something big.
Track(s)
Falling Faster 32176 03:12

Falling Faster

Lucas Hale


Midnight air hums with static desire
Footsteps dance on asphalt fire
Silent glances spark a chain
A gravity we can't explain

Running where the skyline fades
Hearts collide like crashing waves
Every second pulls us in
No return no where no when

Falling faster losing sight
Through the noise we burn alive
No illusions no escape
Just the thrill we recreate

Veins are charged like city wires
Fingertips trace maps of fire
No one else can feel this way
Lost in time but we won’t stay

Running where the skyline fades
Hearts collide like crashing waves
Every second pulls us in
No return no where no when

Falling faster losing sight
Through the noise we burn alive
No illusions no escape
Just the thrill we recreate

No rewind no slowing down
We are sparks in restless towns
One last breath one last dive
This is what it means to thrive

Silent echoes fading trails
Chasing something leaving tales

CREDITS
Performer: Lucas Hale
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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All That Shine
Paint the Moon Slow

Verified Verified Artist

Paint the Moon Slow
For those whose hearts beat a little faster after dark, meet Paint the Moon Slow, the genre-defying trio lighting up the dance floor with rhythmically pulsating songs brimming with late-night sparkle. The group draws its moniker from a whimsical mix of cosmic awe and the unhurried charm from their native city, the lunar-graced town of Slowville.

Even though their name might lead you to believe they're about slow, soul-crushing tunes, don't be fooled; they're far from a slowcore. Instead, they intertwine cosmic shimmers into their globally influenced, mid-tempo funk-pop. Frontwoman Cleo Maren delivers vocals both gruff and rosy, a blend of smoky lounge and roller-rink diva, backed by synth maestro Rhea Dax and rhythm fanatic Jo "Kicks" Tanaka, creating anthems that twinkle with retro beats and lyrical audacity under neon lights.

Their most notable song, "All That Shine", is a dashing number that perfectly embodies their sonic aesthetic, brimming with upbeat rhythms that evoke a cheeky, happy-go-lucky mood. As contract artists with Filodyo, Paint the Moon Slow are aligning the stars for a new era of dance music. Stay tuned for more luminous offerings from these maestros of mirth, groove, and exceptional starlit tunes. Welcome to the Paint the Moon Slow universe – it’s a happy place.
Track(s)
All That Shine 97894 03:02

All That Shine

Paint the Moon Slow



Every win costs more than it shows
Smiles on screens but nobody knows
Counting steps in designer doubt
Applause fades when the lights go out

All that shine (yeah)
burns cold by dawn (so cold)
Still I move (keep it movin’)
still I’m gone (I’m gone I’m gone)

I built a world from nothing at all (from the ground up)
Paved my name on a silent wall (can you see it?)
They cheer the rise not the climb (uh-huh)
But I’ve been bleeding into time (so deep so long)

[Instrumental Break]

Phone full of names I don’t call
Rooms packed tight but I feel small
I keep my truth behind gold frames
Success is a house with shifting names

All that shine (yeah)
burns cold by dawn (so cold)
Still I move (keep it movin’)
still I’m gone (I’m gone I’m gone)

I built a world from nothing at all (from the ground up)
Paved my name on a silent wall (can you see it?)
They cheer the rise not the climb (uh-huh)
But I’ve been bleeding into time (so deep so long)

Don’t envy thrones you’ve never sat
You won’t feel full chasing that

I built a world from nothing at all
Paved my name on a silent wall
They cheer the rise not the climb

CREDITS
Performer: Paint the Moon Slow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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Chasing The Rhythm
Nana Bear

Verified Verified Artist

Nana Bear
Surviving on honeycomb cereal and iced coffee, Nana Bear is a dance-obsessed maestro from the city of the Grizzlies: Memphis, Tennessee. Conquering every beat with unabated joy, this indie artist possesses an unmatched ability to tickle your serotonin receptors!

Spending her days daydreaming in Elvis Presley's birthplace turned her into a storyteller with rhythm in her veins. Nana Bear’s journey weaves a tale of a wistful girl who tamed the wild heartbeats of Memphis, transformed them into 'Dance' symphonies, and offered them to the world. All this while under the umbrella of Filodyo, which has given her the freedom to paint her rhythmic dreams on the canvas of life.

"Chasing The Rhythm" is an enchanting melody that best represents Nana Bear; it’s as if she's inviting you to a game of tag through a field of beat blossoms, evoking a sense of joy which bubbles up until you're grinning like an imbecile. A crossover between Dirty Dancing and Fun House, her musical offering is like a kaleidoscope of energetic and euphoric sound waves.

Creativity and humor ride shotgun as she explores the multifaceted realms of the dance genre, infusing it with a joyous twinkle that only a Nana Bear can. Armed with unadulterated enthusiasm, Nana Bear serves a musical feast fostering the happiest mood, inviting you to let your guard down and simply embrace the melody. It's impossible not to be swept up in the vibrant current of this supremely gifted Memphis Grizzly.
Track(s)
Chasing The Rhythm 32568 03:18

Chasing The Rhythm

Nana Bear


Shadows dance where the skyline bends
Concrete veins with a life that blends
A thousand faces stories collide
Searching for meaning in the great divide

Fingers trace lines on a screen of glass
Moments captured but they never last
Every heartbeat a fragile thread
Holds the weight of words unsaid

We’re chasing the rhythm of a fleeting spark
Lost in the noise but lighting the dark
We build we break we rise we fall
A silent anthem for us all

Breath of dawn paints a fragile hue
Between the old and the sudden new
Dreams dissolve then reappear
Mapping the scars we’ve learned to wear

Waves crash loud on the shores of change
Pulling us closer but the tides rearrange
Every heartbeat a fragile thread
Holds the weight of words unsaid

We’re chasing the rhythm of a fleeting spark
Lost in the noise but lighting the dark
We build we break we rise we fall
A silent anthem for us all

Voices hum in a quiet refrain
Echoes of what we can’t explain
The stars above the ground below
Both hold secrets we’ll never know

And when the ashes fall like snow
Will we learn what we didn’t show?
The past is a mirror the future a flame
We’re reflections playing the same game

We’re chasing the rhythm of a fleeting spark
Lost in the noise but lighting the dark
We build we break we rise we fall
A silent anthem for us all

Fading whispers of where we’ve been
A fragile cycle begins again

CREDITS
Performer: Nana Bear
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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No Right Time
Lena Wilder

Verified 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!
Track(s)
No Right Time 31026 03:13

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Gentle Whisper
Theo Kingsley

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Theo Kingsley
**Theo Kingsley** is a spirited, independent artist hailing from the colorfully eclectic streets of Manhattan. Known for his vibrant soundscapes and captivating lyrical prowess, Kingsley stands as a fresh beacon of musical innovation in the often repetitive sound waves of the modern music industry.

Kingsley's journey into the pulsating heart of music began at a tender age when he traded the traditional toys of childhood for a small, hand-me-down guitar. His fingers found their voice on that six-string stage, and soon, Kingsley, much like his favorite pair of black, worn-out jeans, fit comfortably and inextricably into the music world. His knack for crafting heart-stirring melodies and witty bars eventually culminated in his most well-recognized piece yet, "Gentle Whisper", a deeply evocative track that tackles complexity concealed in simplicity.

Over the years, Kingsley continually defies the boundaries of genre by fusing alternative rock, pop, and velvety hints of blues into his sonic concoctions. His music, much like the delicious bagel at a corner bodega, offers something for every taste. A regular performer at local Manhattan venues, Kingsley utilizes the intimate settings as a canvas to refine his musical flair and keep his connection with his audience personal. He may not be a superstar (yet), but to underestimate Theo Kingsley would be like dismissing a New York slice - a regrettably big mistake.
Track(s)
Gentle Whisper 31722 03:12
When You Hold Me 34385 03:02

Gentle Whisper

Theo Kingsley


Bone cold gunshots and rain
Forecast brought me the pain
It won't bleed again

Alone (As we walk through)
The rain (It's forecast)
Whisper (I heard and called)
Your name (Until you came)
These moments (The moments that)
Keep playing (In my mind)
In my brain (Calendar 'til the day)
And as I fade

It'll never be the same again
I never felt this way
I never will again
It was love until it ends
As we cling to faith
(As we fade)

Bone cold gunshots and rain
Forecast brought me the pain
It won't bleed again

How do you hold on
To something that's already gone?
I won't leave you
But I can't stay here for long
A gentle whisper
A gentle touch
A gentle ache inside
At night

It'll never be the same again
I never felt this way
I never will again
It was love until it ends
As we cling to faith
(As we fade)
How many times can a heart be broke
And still fall in love again?
How long can a man hold on?
I'll hold on as long as I can

CREDITS
Performer: Theo Kingsley
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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After Midnight
Tamie Ray

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Tamie Ray
A staple in the riveting New York music scene and an embodiment of the city's ever pulsating rhythm, Tamie Ray is an artist who has imprinted her unique voice and interpretative prowess on the pages of modern jazz history. Born in the heart of Manhattan to a family of musicians, she was raised amid a symphony of sounds that reverberated through the walls of her childhood home, echoing from her parents' rehearsals, her brother's trumpet practice, and the vintage tunes from her grandmother's record player. The melting pot of New York, coupled with her musical lineage, became a cauldron where Tamie's music fervor was stoked, simmered, and metamorphosed into an intense passion for jazz vocals.

Tall, ebony-haired, Tamie Ray, known for her entrancing stage presence and sultry vocals, emerged in the New York jazz scene during the late 1980s. She began her journey as a vocalist in small jazz clubs, with talent that stood in stark contrast to her humble beginnings. Reminiscent of jazz greats like Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holiday, Tamie's voice was a captivating amalgamation of richness, power, and vulnerability—a voice that bore the uncanny ability to pluck at the chords of one's heart with the gentleness of a seasoned harpist. Her rendition of classic songs garnered her respect within the music community, while her original compositions firmly established her as a dynamic artist with an intuition for imagery and metaphor that transcended through her lyrics.

In the prime of her career, Tamie Ray was revered as one of the eminent jazz vocalists of her time. Still, she kept evolving, never allowing the accolades to lull her into complacency. As the shifting current of music trends started to lean towards modern genres, so did Tamie, artfully redefining her approach while never losing her jazz roots. Today, she continues to reign supreme in her beloved city, sharing her unique musical blend of traditional jazz and contemporary influences while passing on her wisdom to the next generation through her mentorship and teaching.

Despite the passage of time, Tamie's love for New York, both as her muse and her home, has remained unaltered. From the kaleidoscopic whirl of colors, cultures, and sounds within its streets, she continually draws inspiration. Her music—a metaphorical canvas splashed with the hues of her NYC experiences—resonates with both the nostalgia of jazz's golden era and the vibrant beats of today's New York. Regardless of where the winds of change might lead, one can always find Tamie Ray, the emblem of New York jazz, right where she belongs—under the shimmering city lights, swaying to the overwhelming rhythm of the metropolis, and singing tales poured straight from her heart.
Track(s)
After Midnight 29958 03:06

After Midnight

Tamie Ray


Sweet sugar on the dancefloor
Our eyes locked in love and war
Goodbye to real life now
Let's do it like we're supposed to

Twinkle in the dead of night
We do it like the rhythm's a sacrifice
I see your eyes right here
And I know you'll never leave

After midnight (After midnight)
After midnight (After midnight)

We lose ourselves in paradise
We're lost like a
Mirage that's not lookin' right
Now we're far from care

Honey
The light is dimming
Our hips move like it's beginning
Be gone with inhibition
Let's groove as one

After midnight (After midnight)
After midnight (After midnight)

CREDITS
Performer: Tamie Ray
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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What’s It Made Of?
LYA

Verified 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.
Track(s)
What’s It Made Of? 221149 02:36

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.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

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Bad Dreams
Miles Thorne

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Miles Thorne
Hailing from a quiet town in upstate New York, Miles Thorne is a soul artist with a voice that feels like a warm embrace on a cold night. Growing up in a family of classical musicians, Miles discovered his passion for storytelling through song at an early age. His sound blends the raw emotion of old-school soul with modern, minimalist production, creating a style that is both timeless and fresh.

Miles' debut single, "Bad Dreams," released under Filodyo Records, is a hauntingly beautiful ballad that explores the struggle of confronting inner fears while seeking redemption. With its poignant lyrics and his signature smooth, raspy vocal tone, the track quickly garnered attention, earning spots on several editorial playlists and praise from indie and soul music critics alike.

Drawing inspiration from legends like Bill Withers and James Blake, Miles crafts music that feels deeply personal, yet universally relatable. When he's not in the studio, you can find him performing in intimate venues across New York City, his magnetic stage presence captivating audiences night after night.

As he prepares for the release of his debut EP, Miles Thorne is undoubtedly carving out a space for himself as one of the most compelling new voices in the soul genre.
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Bad Dreams

Miles Thorne


I wake to the hum of a restless moon
Curtains swaying like ghosts in the room
The walls are painted with shadows that creep
Whispering truths that I’d rather not keep

The clock’s stuck ticking in a crooked rhyme
And the air feels heavy thick with time
I try to shake the echoes but they pull me in
A carousel of faces where the dark begins

Bad dreams they’re crawling through my mind (oh no oh no)
Stealing the stillness I can’t seem to find (yeah yeah)
Bad dreams they’re tangled in my head (can’t escape it now)
Chasing the silence but it’s gone instead (it’s gone it’s gone)

Steps in the hallway but the floorboards don’t creak
A distant murmur but no one speaks
The mirror’s reflection isn’t quite my own
A fractured version I’ve never known

I turn the light on but it cuts too thin
The shadows grow deeper they’re pulling me in
I try to find the exit but the walls just bend
A labyrinth of longing with no end

Bad dreams they’re crawling through my mind (can’t get out can’t get out)
Stealing the stillness I can’t seem to find (oh I’m losing it now)
Bad dreams they’re tangled in my head (no way out no way out)
Chasing the silence but it’s gone instead (it’s gone it’s gone)

Lost in the haze where the night unfolds
Every corner hides a story untold
Fingers reach but they slip like smoke
And the weight of the dark wraps around my throat

If I could wake up would the room stay still?
Would the morning sun break this bitter chill?
But the curtains fall in the same slow dance
Caught in a fever I can’t outlast

Bad dreams they’re crawling through my mind (oh don’t let me go)
Stealing the stillness I can’t seem to find (somebody help me now)
Bad dreams they’re tangled in my head (no way out no way out)
Chasing the silence but it’s gone instead (it’s gone it’s gone)

CREDITS
Performer: Miles Thorne
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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