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When You Hold Me
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 32601 03:12
When You Hold Me 35332 03:02

When You Hold Me

Theo Kingsley


When you hold me
It's paradise (paradise)
I feel so free (la-la-la)
Body moves slow to the melody

Mhm-mm
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
And everything stops
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mm

Every time when you hold me
(It's the place where I go)
Every time when you hold me
(Every time it's the place where I go)
Every time when you hold me
(It's the place where I go)
When you hold me
Ooh

The sun shines bright
I can see it in your eyes
But I just can't burn daylight
'Cause the thought of you gets me so high
A perfect combination
I'm locked in my flirtation
Don't need a grand occasion
Just meet me in the sunlight
Baby

When you hold me
It's paradise
I feel so free
La-la-la-la-la-la
When you hold me
It feels like paradise

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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Kiss Me When I'm Lying
Romeo Vane

Verified 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?"
Track(s)
Secondhand Alibi 107 04:41
Your Side of the City 157447 03:54
Glass Heart Radio 177472 04:19
The Rest of My Life 197695 04:49
Stay Like This 160558 03:56
Sugar on the Blade 138065 03:18
Slow Fire 132057 03:06
Bad Timing 156084 03:56
Don’t Make Me Wonder 163470 04:01
Kiss Me When I’m Lying (Symphonic Ballad Version) 148867 03:38
Kitchen Light 121027 02:52
All the Ways We Fall 228429 05:46
Kiss Me When I'm Lying 181808 03:15

Kiss Me When I'm Lying

Romeo Vane


You taste like trouble and cheap red wine

Black boots kicking off the dashboard side
Your hair messed up and your friends outside
Small town talk but we move too fast
Everybody staring when we walk past

You laugh loud when the speakers break
Steal my jacket like a little game
Hands cold wrapped around my neck
You say “relax” then make a mess

Oh-oh
Don’t stop now
Oh-oh
Spin me around

Kiss me when I’m lying
Tell me I’m your type
We can fake forever for a Friday night
(Yeah yeah)

Your lipstick on my cigarette
Your number in my head again
One look and I lose control
Like whoa-oh-oh

Taxi doors and buzzing amps
Cheap hotel and tangled hands
Your dance moves cutting through the room
Everybody watching you

Low lights flicker on your rings
You move sharp to the kick drum beat
Every word got attitude
God you make bad ideas look cool

No sleep
Heartbeat
Fast lane
On repeat

Kiss me when I’m lying
Tell me I’m your type
We can fake forever for a Friday night
(Hey hey)

Your perfume on my leather coat
You pull away then pull me close
One touch and I lose control
Like whoa-oh-oh

Bad habits look good on you
Too much smoke in the dressing room
Red lights blur when you bite your lip
Whole damn room start losing it

Kiss me when I’m lying
Dance into the light
Young hearts burning through the after-midnight
(Yeah yeah)

Your name stuck like a melody
Wild eyes full of energy
One kiss and the whole world spins
Again and again

Black boots
Backseat
Your laugh
Still on me

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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Bad At Fractions
Ayvenn

Verified Verified Artist

Ayvenn
Ayvenn was born and raised in Clearwater Heights, a quiet hillside town in Georgia where music wasn’t just background noise — it was how people coped, celebrated, and remembered. From Sunday gospel choirs to late-night Latin radio, the sounds around him shaped a boy who rarely spoke, but always listened. In silence, he learned to interpret the world. And when he began writing lyrics, it wasn’t about performance — it was about decoding feelings he couldn’t name.

Fusing Pop and R&B with understated Latin textures, Ayvenn crafts music that feels more like film than formula. His voice is warm, restrained, and precise — a narrator of emotional undercurrents rather than explosions. Each track unfolds slowly, deliberately, like memories coming into focus. There’s clarity in his subtlety, weight in his pauses.

His breakout song, “All for One Y.” was born from an unexpected connection. Hakan E — the mind behind Filodyo, known for his instinct in spotting rare talent — reached out after hearing early demos from Ayvenn. He sent a short message and a concept: “This isn’t a love song. It’s a math problem.” That idea resonated deeply. To Ayvenn, the X’s weren’t just variables — they were past mistakes, unanswered questions, the people he couldn’t quite hold onto. And the “Y”? The reason he kept trying.

Ayvenn recorded the song in a single late-night session, layering vocals with surgical attention, pulling tension from silence, and shaping each detail until it echoed with something intimate and real. To Solve for Y isn’t just a debut — it’s an internal dialogue turned outward, crafted for anyone who’s ever tried to explain a feeling they didn’t fully understand.

Now, Ayvenn is building a sound that’s emotionally meticulous, sonically immersive, and unmistakably his own. Every track is a quiet revelation. Every heartbreak, every wrong turn — part of the formula. And somewhere, at the end of it, is the answer. Always her.
Track(s)
Bad At Fractions 1049 03:41
All for One Y. 363719 04:18

Bad At Fractions

Ayvenn


You walked in counting every step
I lost track somewhere near your hips
You said “Baby keep it logical”
Then moved like logic didn’t exist

My drink was ninety-nine percent
Cool confidence and one percent fear
You leaned in close changed every sum
Now nothing adds up over here

I tried to draw a straight line
You turned it to a curve
I calculated all night
Still got what I deserve

I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
You take half then take the rest
My heart keeps doing multiplication
Every time you move like that

One plus one should make it simple
But with you the rules collapse
I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
So take all of me—do the math
*(Do the math baby)*
Take all of me—do the math
*(Uno dos—bring it back)*

You got a rhythm like a riddle
Every answer starts a fight
Your waist keeps changing the percentage
Of the chances I act right

I brought a list of good decisions
You divided every plan
Now my balance is suspicious
And my patience left the band

I tried to keep it even
You raised it to a ten
I checked the calculation
Then did it all again

I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
You take half then take the rest
My heart keeps doing multiplication
Every time you move like that

One plus one should make it simple
But with you the rules collapse
I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
So take all of me—do the math
*(Do the math baby)*
Take all of me—do the math
*(Uno dos—bring it back)*

You say “How much?”
*(All of it)*
I say “Too much”
*(Not enough)*
You say “Count it”
I lose my place
When that rhythm hits the bass

You say “How much?”
*(All of it)*
I say “Too much”
*(Not enough)*
No remainder no return
Let the whole equation burn

Square root round hips
Quick clap slow kiss
I know numbers I know facts
But you make two plus two misbehave like that

Left turn three steps
No sleep no regrets
Every theory that I had
Falls apart when you do that

*(Ay ay—do that)*
*(Otra vez—do that)*

**[Final Chorus]**
I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
You take half then take the rest
My heart keeps doing multiplication
Every time you move like that

One plus one should make it simple
But with you the rules collapse
I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
So take all of me—do the math

*(Do the math baby)*
Take all of me—do the math
*(Uno dos—bring it back)*
No remainder no looking back
Take all of me—do the math

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Les Petites Choses ...
Mina Cazal

Verified Verified Artist

Mina Cazal
Mina Cazal is a French pop singer and songwriter known for turning ordinary days into sharply observed little stories. Her songs move through missed buses, supermarket queues, unfinished conversations and small domestic disasters, finding humor in moments most people barely notice. Instead of writing about perfect romances or dramatic escapes, she focuses on the strange comedy of simply getting through the day.

Raised between Lyon and the southern town of Sète, Mina grew up around theatre rehearsals, second-hand records and long family dinners where everyone spoke at once. She began writing songs as miniature scenes, combining conversational French lyrics with bright basslines, playful keyboards and understated dance-pop rhythms. Her vocal style is expressive and intimate, often shifting between singing, speaking and half-smiling observations.

Her music feels polished but never overly controlled. Beneath the cheerful arrangements, there is always a trace of fatigue, doubt or quiet affection for imperfect people. Mina Cazal writes pop songs for listeners who lose their keys, forget why they entered a shop and still manage to make something memorable out of the day.
Track(s)
Les Petites Choses de Travers 378 03:04

Les Petites Choses de Travers

Mina Cazal


Sept heures douze le réveil insiste
Je négocie encore quatre minutes
Le chat me regarde comme une huissière
Il connaît déjà toutes mes excuses

Une chaussette noire une chaussette bleue
Je déclare que c’est volontaire
Le pain a brûlé pendant que je lisais
Un message marqué « très prioritaire »

Dans l’ascenseur Madame Lefèvre
Me raconte son ficus malade
Je hoche la tête avec gravité
Comme une spécialiste des salades

J’avais prévu d’être impeccable
Organisée presque admirable
Mais le mardi connaît mon adresse
Et vient toujours semer le désordre

La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un bus raté des pâtes trop cuites
Un grand discours dans ma tête
Puis « oui bien sûr » quand on m’invite

La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Mais franchement tant mieux peut-être
Je perds mes clés je gagne une histoire
Et ça suffit pour tenir debout

À dix heures trente réunion d’équipe
Quelqu’un partage trente-six tableaux
Je dessine un poisson sur mon carnet
Il a l’air plus compétent que nous

À midi Sonia commande léger
Puis vole la moitié de mes frites
Elle dit : « Ça ne compte pas vraiment
Quand ça vient de l’assiette d’une copine »

Le serveur oublie mon dessert
Je décide que c’est philosophique
Certaines choses arrivent en retard
D’autres jamais et c’est très pratique

J’avais prévu d’être raisonnable
De répondre vite d’être joignable
Mais mon téléphone tombe à trois pour cent
Et soudain le monde se débrouille

La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un bus raté des pâtes trop cuites
Un grand discours dans ma tête
Puis « oui bien sûr » quand on m’invite

La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Mais franchement tant mieux peut-être
Je perds mes clés je gagne une histoire
Et ça suffit pour tenir debout

Dix-neuf heures six petite supérette
Je prends du lait des tomates du savon
Je repars avec un ananas
Et sans aucune explication

Le caissier demande si j’ai la carte
Je réponds oui puis cherche longtemps
Derrière moi personne ne soupire
C’est probablement un miracle local

Chez moi je cuisine en musique
Le chat refuse toute participation
Je mange debout près de l’évier
Comme une reine sans administration

On nous apprend les grandes décisions
Les beaux départs les lendemains utiles
Mais personne ne parle assez souvent
Du bonheur discret d’annuler un dîner

D’enlever ses chaussures trop tôt
De rire seule pour une phrase idiote
De trouver au fond d’un vieux sac
Le bonbon qu’on croyait disparu

La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un rendez-vous puis une autre route
Une mauvaise journée bien racontée
Devient presque une journée réussie

La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Et c’est peut-être tout son talent
Je ferme les volets je laisse la vaisselle
Demain fera mieux… ou différemment

Minuit vingt-deux le réveil est prêt
Je promets d’être sérieuse demain
Le chat me regarde sans rien dire
Il connaît déjà très bien la fin

CREDITS
Performer: Mina Cazal
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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Unholy Race
Logan Vance

Verified 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.
Track(s)
Unholy Race 21608 01:52

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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Borrowed Cutlery
Asha Monroex

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Asha Monroex
Asha Monroex, a New York native, is a self-made artist carving out her own niche in the world of Independent Pop. Best known for her hit single "New York, I Loved You," Monroex is as much a part of the city's fabric as its yellow taxis and insomniac lifestyle.

A craftswoman of melancholic melodies, Asha's artistry spirals on downbeat rhythms and swirls of synth-driven soundscapes that resonate with her heartfelt lyricism. She's the type of artist who pens her poignant prose amidst the organized chaos of her Lower East Side apartment, making her music feels as personal as being let in on a closely guarded secret.

Inherently prolific, Monroex is a master at evoking emotional responses with her emotionally charged tracks. She captures the long teary taxi rides home and 3 am heartbreak with a quiet grace and majesty that far surpasses her fellow indie pop peers. Her melodies come through not as songs, but as anthems for those who've experienced love and loss in the city that never sleeps.

Always genuine and undeniably relatable, Asha endears herself to her listeners by turning sorrow into swagger, one resonating note at a time. Her music isn't just a catalogue of songs; it's a journey through the ups and downs of life in the big city, wrapped up in a soulful pop package. And trust us, once you're on this ride, you're not going to want to get off.
Track(s)
Borrowed Cutlery 990 04:22
New York, I Loved You 55042 04:42

Borrowed Cutlery

Asha Monroex


You came in late
With a theory about forks and fate
I kept my coat
You said my silence needed one more note
Your drink went warm
While you described your personal reform
I changed my mind
Halfway through a sentence you redesigned

Too neat
You make good manners sound incomplete
Too sure
You diagnose the waiter and the furniture

Give me the crooked part
The bit that never learned to behave
Skip the polished start
I’d rather hear what you forgot to save
Don’t make it beautiful
Make it useful for a minute or two
Something disputable
Something that could only come from you

The bass moved first
You called it elegant then called it cursed
I missed the beat
You drew a diagram across the receipt
Your mouth said “fine”
Your eyebrows filed an appeal against mine
The plates were cleared
But somehow your complaint just reappeared

One step
Then a paragraph with nothing left
Two sips
And now we’re arguing about eclipse
No script
Just brass behaving badly at the hip

Give me the crooked part
The bit that never learned to behave
Skip the polished start
I’d rather hear what you forgot to save
Don’t make it beautiful
Make it useful for a minute or two
Something disputable
Something that could only come from you

You want a verdict
I brought a question with no proper ending
You want precision
I brought a rhythm that resents explaining

Call it defective
Call it a habit with excellent shoes

Call it selective
I call it knowing what not to refuse

Stay odd
Let all the tidy couples blame the odds
Stay sharp
Keep one good insult hidden after dark

Give me the crooked part
The one you never put on display
No ceremonial heart
No careful phrase rehearsed on the way

Keep it improbable
Keep it a little too clever to prove
Almost impossible
But still with enough nerve left to move

You took the spoon
I took the story
Fair enough
You looked less boring

CREDITS
Performer: Asha Monroex
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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Secondhand Alibi
Romeo Vane

Verified 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?"
Track(s)
Secondhand Alibi 107 04:41
Your Side of the City 157447 03:54
Glass Heart Radio 177472 04:19
The Rest of My Life 197695 04:49
Stay Like This 160558 03:56
Sugar on the Blade 138065 03:18
Slow Fire 132057 03:06
Bad Timing 156084 03:56
Don’t Make Me Wonder 163470 04:01
Kiss Me When I’m Lying (Symphonic Ballad Version) 148867 03:38
Kitchen Light 121027 02:52
All the Ways We Fall 228429 05:46
Kiss Me When I'm Lying 181808 03:15

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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She Owns The Night
Dora The Clone

Verified Verified Artist

Dora The Clone
Imagine a futuristic pop diva hailing from the chromatic labs of Clone City, and you're partway to encapsulating the vibrant phenomenon known as Dora The Clone. This independent artist dances to the beat of her own drum machine, captivating audiences with her disco-dusted, cybernetic symphonies.

Dora's music, a technicolour dream of dance-floor beats and electrifying melodies, is as enigmatic as her origins in the post-apocalyptic streets of Clone City. With a sound that weaves together the energy of club culture and the pulsing heart of electro-pop, her tunes are guaranteed to make neural pathways light up like a Friday night in Blade City.

Every single one of her infectious grooves seems to command, "Beam me up, Scotty!" Of special note is her big hit "She Owns The Night," an anthem for audacious androids and human party-goers alike. The track throbs with vibrant synth and stuttering beats, overlaid with Dora's crystal-clear vocals, making every listener feel like they're cruising through the neon-soaked metropolis under a night sky of silver stars.

With Dora The Clone, expect the unexpected: a tantalizing futuristic world brought to life through pulsing dance heaters and shimmering pop anthems. Underneath the cosmic glitz and glamour, you'll find a heart that beats in binary and a soul that vibrates at gigahertz frequency. Hold onto your hoverboards folks, because Dora The Clone is here to redefine the future of pop – and she's doing it in binary code.
Track(s)
She Owns The Night 45873 03:49

She Owns The Night

Dora The Clone


She walks in slow
But the room moves first
No crown no show
Still they know her worth

She don’t ask for permission
She don’t wait by the door
Got a heart made of rhythm
And a name they can’t ignore

Red lips calm eyes
Turning silence into gold
She’s been through the fire
Now she wears it like a coat

You can’t dim her down
She’s already light
She don’t chase the crowd
She owns the night

She owns the night
Moves like the bassline
Cool under pressure
Danger in the waistline

She owns the night
No need to prove it
One look one step
Everybody feels the music

She don’t need love to feel alive
She don’t need stars to make her shine
She owns the night
She owns the night

Oh-oh she owns it
Oh-oh she knows it
Oh-oh she owns it
She owns the night

No tears on the dance floor
She left them in the rain
Put her pain in a black dress
Turned it into champagne

They said “Stay smaller”
She said “Watch me rise”
Now the mirror gets jealous
When she looks inside

You can’t dim her down
She’s already light
She don’t chase the crowd
She owns the night

She owns the night
Moves like the bassline
Cool under pressure
Danger in the waistline

She owns the night
No need to prove it
One look one step
Everybody feels the music

She don’t need love to feel alive
She don’t need stars to make her shine
She owns the night
She owns the night

Every heartbreak made her louder
Every goodbye gave her power
Now she dances on the hour
Like the world is hers to devour

No more waiting
No more hiding
She’s the thunder
She’s the lightning

She owns the night
Moves like the bassline
Cool under pressure
Danger in the waistline

She owns the night
No need to prove it
One look one step
Everybody feels the music

She don’t need love to feel alive
She don’t need stars to make her shine
She owns the night
She owns the night

Oh-oh she owns it
Oh-oh she knows it
Oh-oh she owns it
She owns the night

CREDITS
Performer: Dora The Clone
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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No Tomorrow Needed
Roxelle

Verified Verified Artist

Roxelle
Roxelle is a Romanian-born singer and songwriter currently based in the United Kingdom. Growing up between Eastern European traditions and Western pop culture, she developed an early fascination with rhythm, melody, and visual storytelling. Her background gave her a distinctive sense of contrast, mixing emotional depth with bold self-expression, something that would later become central to her artistic identity.

After relocating to the UK in her early twenties, Roxelle immersed herself in the underground pop and electronic scenes, refining her sound and performance style. Influenced by modern pop, dance, and subtle R&B textures, she crafts songs that balance confidence with vulnerability. Her vocals move effortlessly between smooth, controlled delivery and striking, attitude-driven hooks, creating a sound that feels both intimate and commanding.

Roxelle’s music explores themes of independence, desire, and emotional resilience, often framed through sleek, contemporary production. Known for her strong visual aesthetic and fashion-forward presence, she approaches music as a complete artistic experience rather than just sound. With a growing catalog of releases, Roxelle positions herself as a new-generation pop artist shaped by movement, migration, and self-definition.
Track(s)
No Tomorrow Needed 391156 03:18
Share This Energy 113114 02:33

No Tomorrow Needed

Roxelle


Heels hit the floor I feel it start
Bass in my chest steady and sharp
No explanations no excuse
I move the room just how I choose

Eyes follow motion not my name
I don’t repeat I don’t stay same

One step closer to the sound
I don’t wait I turn around

I’m on my own tempo
Don’t tell me when to go
I set it I control
Every move every role

I’m on my own tempo
Too fast too slow I know
I hit it right on time
Watch me cross the line

Disco strings rise
Bass keeps talking
Hands in the air
No words just timing

Mirrors shake when I pass through
Every angle feels brand new
No permission no delay
I decide how long I stay

Heat is building in the crowd
I don’t need to say it loud

Count it in feel it land
Everything is in my hands

I’m on my own tempo
Don’t tell me when to go
I set it I control
Every move every role

I’m on my own tempo
Too fast too slow I know
I hit it right on time
Watch me cro

Jacket on I leave it open
Streetlight glow my focus broken
Every sound pulls me in
I don’t ask where we’ve been

I don’t read the signs twice
I move once that’s my advice

If it feels right I don’t slow down
I let the night spin me around

No tomorrow needed
Say it again I mean it (mean it)
No tomorrow needed
I don’t pause I don’t overthink it (no no)

No tomorrow needed
Feel it hit me feel it beat me (beat me)
No tomorrow needed
If I’m in it I’m in it (yeah)

Every step is calculated
Still it looks so effortless
I don’t wait to be invited
I arrive I don’t impress

Crowd reacts I don’t chase
I just take up space

Hear my name inside the bass
I don’t rush I keep my pace

Yeah
She don’t plan it she appear
Whole room shift when she near
No tomorrow in her mind
Only now perfect time

She don’t promise she decide
Every move amplified
I’m just watching from the side
Tryna keep up with her stride

No delay no rewind
She already crossed the line
When she move place complies
That’s the signal that’s the sign

No tomorrow needed
Say it again I mean it (mean it)
No tomorrow needed
I don’t pause I don’t overthink it (no no)

No tomorrow needed
Feel it hit me feel it beat me (beat me)
No tomorrow needed
If I’m in it I’m in it (yeah)

No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
Needed (needed)
No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
I don’t need it (don’t need it)

No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
Needed (needed)
If I want it (if I want it)
I’m in it (I’m in it)

CREDITS
Performer: Roxelle
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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Wired
The Heartbeaters

Verified Verified Artist

The Heartbeaters
Meet the Heartbeaters, an endearingly nonchalant pair treading the pop-smeared pavements of our music scene. They add a sparkling new spin on that familiar pop fizz you just can't help but sip on.

Hailing from Humorsville, USA, the Heartbeaters are two blokes who serve pop tunes home-cooked with southern charm and laden with joy-generating particles. Their infectious melodies, cheekily described as "heart-pop", will likely enter your circulatory system and induce spontaneous toe-tapping, head-bopping, or whatever physical exercise tickles your fancy. Here's a personal favorite - try saying no to a track titled "Wired" without grinning like a Cheshire cat in a yarn warehouse. See? Impossible.

These chaps have a talent for injecting delight into your audio diet. They've got this 'happy virus' so potent that it makes the Grinch seem like your average party bouncer. The Heartbeaters, remember the name. They're the talented two-piece likely to prescribe you a daily dosage of dulcet euphoria and leave you craving for refills. Trust us, their sound is habit-forming.

Wittier than your average stand-up comedian, with tracks more contagious than your common cold, The Heartbeaters are two lads weaving infectious tunes thereby proving that not all heroes wear capes - some might just sport heart-shaped sunglasses and bass guitars.
Track(s)
Wired 42074 03:18

Wired

The Heartbeaters


City’s alive but it’s running on fumes
Dreams stitched together in rented rooms
Eyes on the prize but the cost is steep
Promises made that we’ll never keep

Hours turn to minutes they slip through our hands
We’re building a kingdom on shifting sands
Caught in the rhythm can’t break away
Tomorrow’s a stranger but we’re here today

We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past

Neon signs hum like a warning bell
Each broken dream another tale to tell
Feet keep moving though the road’s worn thin
Lost in a race we were born to win

Hours turn to minutes they slip through our hands
We’re building a kingdom on shifting sands
Caught in the rhythm can’t break away
Tomorrow’s a stranger but we’re here today

We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past

And maybe one day we’ll find the line
Where chaos turns into the divine
But for now we’re the sparks that fly
Burning too fast to question why

We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past

Fading echoes in the city’s hum
Chasing the pulse of what we’ll become

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Turn It Over
Cold Empires

Verified Verified Artist

Cold Empires
Cold Empires is a high-energy trio from London whose music fuses hip-hop bravado with EDM’s explosive power. The group is made up of rapper Jamal Rivers, lyricist/MC Ethan Cole, and powerhouse vocalist Sienna Brooks. Together, they bring an unstoppable mix of raw verses, soaring hooks, and chant-driven crowd anthems designed for the biggest stages.

Jamal grew up in Brixton, raised on a steady diet of UK grime and American hip-hop, perfecting his rapid-fire delivery in underground battles. Ethan, born in Manchester, came from a background in electronic production, cutting his teeth as a DJ before stepping forward as both a writer and performer. Sienna, the daughter of a jazz pianist from Brighton, grew up singing gospel and soul before embracing the adrenaline of modern pop performance.

The trio met during a festival workshop in Ibiza, instantly recognizing their shared obsession with blending rap, electronic drops, and big-room hooks. Their debut single, Turn It Over, is the result: a bold, festival-ready anthem built for dance floors, packed with call-and-response energy, pounding kicks, and chant-style hooks that keep the crowd locked in.

Available exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, Cold Empires are carving out their own lane—one that thrives on intensity, collaboration, and the unstoppable spirit of the party.
Track(s)
Turn It Over 229000 02:35

Turn It Over

Cold Empires


Yeah!
Turn it over turn it over now!
Uh-huh!
Let’s go!

Runnin’ through the blocks got my heartbeat kickin’
Steel on my feet and the wheels keep spinnin’
Bass in my chest like a downtown riot
Hands in the air if you just can’t fight it

Skyscraper bounce in the middle of the lane
Every light flashin’ can’t stay the same
Heat in the air yeah the night’s our stage
Flip it one more time let’s break that cage

Turn it over! (Hey!)
Spin it ‘round now! (Hey!)
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
We keep movin’ we keep burnin’
Ride that beat the city’s turnin’
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)

Jump to the left now slide to the right
We don’t wait for the day we ignite the night
Steam on the glass when the crowd gets near
Every move we make yeah the world can hear

We’re wired up loud with the floor still shakin’
No pause button no chance we’re takin’
Hands to the roof keep the vibe on fire
Drop it one more time lift it even higher

Turn it over! (Hey!)
Spin it ‘round now! (Hey!)
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
We keep movin’ we keep burnin’
Ride that beat the city’s turnin’
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)

Push it forward!
Push it higher!
Can’t hold back!
Feel that fire!
Break it flip it!
Don’t stop yet!
We’re not done — it’s not over yet!

Turn it over! (Hey!)
Spin it ‘round now! (Hey!)
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
We keep movin’ we keep burnin’
Ride that beat the city’s turnin’
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)

CREDITS
Performer: Cold Empires
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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