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No Right Time
Lena Wilder
Verified Artist
Lena Wilder
New York is the incubator of many dreamers, and for one Lena Wilder, it proved to be the perfect breeding ground. Lena wasn't always in the limelight; she was just another New Yorker making a living as a sales assistant in one of the city's bustling clothing stores. As she tended to racks of distressed denim and oversize knits, she wore her dreams like her favorite band tees - close to her heart but visible for the world to see. Little did her customers know that they were interacting with a voice that would someday weave an influential part of their city's sonic fabric. After all, the Big Apple isn't shy about tucking its future stars behind a discount rack, now is it?
Once her work shift ended, Lena would swap her clothing tag gun for a guitar pick and the sales floor for a stage, performing at local venues as a side gig. Here, she felt at home, strumming her guitar under the dim hue of stage lights, her soulful voice permeating the evening air with songs straight from the heart. One of her most notable songs being "No Right Time," which came as a result of a humorous debate with an ex-lover about the "right time" to eat a breakfast burrito (spoiler alert: Lena thinks it's anytime!). This feel-good declaration of burrito sovereignty soon became an anthem for heartache, nostalgia, and the taste of freedom, encapsulating her music's raw essence, which is a delicate balance between heartwarming relatability and the gritty reality.
Through all these, Lena Wilder has managed to remain notoriously elusive behind a veil of unassuming simplicity. She reminds us that the artist's journey isn't found in shiny CDs or platinum records, but in those quiet moments behind a store counter, under a spotlight in a dimly lit bar, or even in an argument over a breakfast burrito. Because in the end, the right time to chase your dreams – just like eating a breakfast burrito – is anytime!
No Right Time
Lena Wilder
[Intro]
(Clock ticks loud when you're not calling
Nights taste dry can't fake stalling)
Tried cold coffee just to feel something
Streetlight flicker — not a sign just buzzing
You left shoes under my old desk
I stepped around 'em like we never met
Told my friends I’m feeling fine
(They don’t ask much anymore)
Scroll your name don’t hit “reply”
Still stuck knocking at a closed door
No right time to fall apart (ahh yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (mm-mm)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(yeah yeah yeah)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ohhh ooooh na-na
Keys in the bowl still turn for yours
Voicemail full I still record
You liked silence I liked shows
Talked through credits missed the lows
Now your jacket's in a bag I keep
Next to sweaters I don’t wear to sleep
Lied to strangers I don’t know
(Said I’ve burned your old photos)
Truth is folded in my coat
Every plan comes back to “almost”
No right time to fall apart (ahh yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (whoa-oh)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(yeah yeah)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ooooh you stay—na-na
Nothing broke at once it peeled
Like paint left out too long revealed
I didn’t cry but I still feel
Your side cold when nights turn real
No right time to fall apart (yeah yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (mmh)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(can’t lie)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ooooh (stay gone) na-na-na
CREDITS
Performer: Lena Wilder
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Dancing The Pain Away
Callum Hayes
Verified Artist
Callum Hayes
Callum Hayes, known to many as the life of the party and to some as simply "that crazy guy with the decks," is a Swedish DJ and music producer. Crafting infectious beats and dance anthems is his forte, with his breakthrough track "Dancing The Pain Away" causing quite a stir in the local music scene.
Callum's journey into the world of music production began somewhat unexpectedly, in the adrenaline-fueled arena of advertising music. After one too many late nights tweaking jingles for brands too dull to mention, he decided to take his talents to the club scene instead. Hayes' wicked sense of humor is reflected in his artistic process; he often jokes about resigning from his ad gig with a dramatic flip of his work desk only to realize he was working from home – no audience, no theatrical exit.
Collaborating with various vocalists, Callum has brewed a wide range of flavors in the grand cauldron of his music. Be it power-packed EDM or chilled-out trance music, Hayes serves his listeners an exotic buffet of tunes. He has managed to carve out a niche within the competitive domain of independent artists, becoming a regular feature at local Swedish venues where he inevitably brings the house down.
In the spunky and tenacious spirit of indie artistry, Callum Hayes continues to dance his pain and ours away. His energetic personality and infectious tracks make every night feel like a weekend and with Hayes at the helm, the party rages on. Callum Hayes might not be a global name just yet, but those Swedish nights have never grooved harder.
Dancing The Pain Away
Callum Hayes
Under the mirrorball
Shining like the light of God
We were so beautiful
What the hell happened y'all
Love died when the music stopped
Now my feet can't feel the floor
And every step is getting hard
'Cause she's not with me anymore
I'm dancing the pain away
Disco ball won't let me go
I'm begging it to save my soul
From drowning in lonely
I'm dancing the pain away
Falling in the beat with someone else
But wishing it was her
My God
I need help
'Cause she's not with me anymore
So long farewell
I'll wait for you
Wrote you every night
'Til I deleted you
Love's a drug
I lean on borrowed time
One day you'll be back
But tonight's the night I die
I'm dancing the pain away
Disco ball won't let me go
I'm begging it to save my soul
From drowning in lonely
I'm dancing the pain away
Falling in the beat with someone else
But wishing it was her
My God
I need help
'Cause she's not with me anymore
CREDITS
Performer: Callum Hayes
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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In a Bottle
Anneliese Bauer
Verified Artist
Anneliese Bauer
'''Anneliese Bauer''' is a vibrant independent artist renowned for her distinctive blend of thematic musical narratives. With a style as unique as her personality, she has been fascinating audiences across small town venues with her enchanting tunes and dynamic performances.
Raised in a household where music was a staple item alongside bread and butter, Bauer's affinity to music surfaced as naturally as her ability to provoke a hearty chuckle. Her folksy demeanor - a whimsical mix of unfiltered sarcasm and debonair charm - is flawlessly translated into her tunes that are both catchy and sometimes ambiguously profound. Similar to a good detective novel, Bauer's songs can keep the listeners guessing - and laughing - to the very end.
A native troubadour, her performances are a refreshing experience akin to drinking homemade lemonade on a sultry afternoon. But don't let her humble stages fool you; Bauer's music packs a formidable punch. One that's earned her a dedicated local following and is growing to include everyone who's had the chance to tap their feet to her tuneful narratives. ''In a Bottle'', one of her more notable songs, captures her musical prowess in a bottle, immersing the listener in a melodic journey of poignant storytelling punctuated with harmonies that ring long after the song ends.
Every decade witnesses a new wave of artists and Anneliese Bauer certainly makes her own waves. Bauer's craft is more than just making music; she creates memorable experiences woven into the very fabric of her artistry. She didn't crash the indie scene, she sauntered in, mandolin in hand, and smiled her way to the beat of her own drum. The passion, the zest, the talent: that's Anneliese Bauer!
In a Bottle
Anneliese Bauer
Through the Mississippi River
Cold Chicago North Wind
Sailing down the Gulf of Mexico
I've got
Something to say
Floating in a bourbon-filled bottle
My own message in a bottle
I've got
Something to say
What if you could find it?
Then someone would know
What if you ignore it?
Then no one would know
Pick it up from the Atlantic Ocean
No matter what you do
If you leave it unopened
I'll have
Nothing to say
What if you don't find it?
Then no one will know
What if you could listen?
Then someone would know
What if this was my only chance?
How could I tell you?
There is so much left to say
So much I want you to know
CREDITS
Performer: Anneliese Bauer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Through Me (feat Do...
Jett Ralston
Verified Artist
Jett Ralston
Born and raised in Ventura, California, Jett Ralston grew up in a garage that smelled like motor oil, vinyl records, and his father’s hair pomade. While other kids watched cartoons, Jett memorized the Grease soundtrack and tried to mirror Elvis's hip sway in the hallway mirror. His voice—low, smoky, and just a little rough around the edges—carries the DNA of that golden age, but never feels stuck in it.
Jett’s debut single “Through Me” (feat. Dolores Queen) is a cinematic slow-burn: part lost love, part lounge confession. Produced exclusively for Filodyo, the track fuses analog charm with subtle modern edges, pairing his velvet baritone with Dolores Queen’s haunting harmonies. He doesn’t try to be Elvis — but he sings like someone who misses that kind of honesty on stage.
With a sound caught somewhere between a flickering jukebox and a midnight highway, Jett Ralston is not here for nostalgia — he's here to make old souls feel seen again.
Through Me (feat Dolores Queen)
Jett Ralston
(verse 1)
You sit beside me
but your eyes
walk down a hallway
I can’t find
You ask me questions
with no wait
as if the answers
might hesitate
(verse 2)
You touch my hand
like it’s just air
like something’s there
but not quite where
I say your name
just to hear
if it still sounds
like you’re near
(chorus)
You move through me
like wind through cloth
like water shaped
by what it’s not
You don’t resist
but you don’t hold
You’re warm
but I’m cold
(verse 3)
The kitchen light
flickers twice
We laugh but
not with our eyes
The song that used to
make you sway
now plays like
furniture on replay
(chorus — repeat)
You move through me
without a sound
I feel you there
but not around
You’re close
but not slow
You’re mine
but I don’t know
(outro — quiet)
Love didn’t leave
but it learned
to disappear
CREDITS
Performer: Jett Ralston
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Albion
Erik Lindholm
Verified Artist
Erik Lindholm
Swedish born and dance-floor dominator, Erik Lindholm, boasts a temperament as lively as his pulsating bass lines. His sonic sensibilities, threaded through every groove in his heart-thumping dance maestro, are as intriguing as the tale of his journey to the top of the beat kingdom.
Raised in the heart of Gothenburg, Lindholm's coming-of-age could be likened to a groovy scandi-noir episode spiced with Abba tracks. His gruff but supportive Fishmonger father, Olaf, served up his son's first taste of rhythm with the flick of his filleting knife, while his samba-loving mother, Ingrid, nurtured his love for infectious cadence. Schooldays were filled with misadventures involving tin-can drum sets, impromptu corridor concerts, and confiscated mixtapes. Bet his bemused math teacher never guessed this rebel with a cause would rise as a dance music sovereign.
Advertising his outright refusal to be pigeonholed, Lindholm's "Albion" is more than an axiom of his sound, it's a representation of his relentless pursuit of reinvention. This dance-infused ode to joy, shimmers with synths, pulsates with kinetic beats and is as intoxicating as a round of round-the-clock-midsummer-Swedish-sunshine. It's a rollicking auditory journey aptly capturing his carpe diem approach to making people move and groove.
Erik Lindholm's music vividly paints a colorful backdrop of effervescent vibes and infectious enthusiasm. And while we could end this with something delightfully corny like, "this Scandinavian sensation is dancing to the beat of his own drum machine," let's leave it at this - Lindholm lives to make hearts thump in sync with his beats, and folks, he sure succeeds.
Albion
Erik Lindholm
Why do great times feel so silent
Why do doormen wear rags
Why do women in love
Feel so dead
In a dead world why do great times feel so silent
Over ripped sheet music why do doormen wear rags
On the Pavonia sewers why do women in love
Feel so dead in a dead world
Where Albion is silent where Albion is silent
Why do great times feel so silent
Why do doormen wear rags
Why do women in love
Feel so dead
Why is our pretty nurse standing there
Why that sorry expression on the face of her lover
So I spake to him of womankind
I said here council's floral it svours like the thyme
He said
How could you blame me when I told you it was her
I said
And we know the truth
You're a lover like your father
Later in the painting room as Ripper's painting light
Comes the lover placed by my hand
On the canvas of our wedding night
There a similitude derues your lover's blush tonight
As her florescent eyes explore mine
So remember even flowers are suseptible to night
CREDITS
Performer: Erik Lindholm
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Weight On My Shoulders
Ashton Vance
Verified Artist
Ashton Vance
Ashton Vance, an Algerian-born, France-raised musician, is a name that carries some weight in the local music scene. An undisputed pillar of the independent circuit, Vance ropes in audiences with his stunning knowledge of music and undeniable love for funk. Known as much for his beat-dropping basslines as his witty onstage banter, Vance strikes the perfect balance between intensity and humor, just like your favorite high school gym teacher.
A dedicated football enthusiast, Vance once had dreams of becoming a pro on the field. Unfortunately, an injury cut his budding football career short but gave rise to his musical pursuits, marking the beginning of an unexpected detour into melodic wonderland. In a strange twist of fate, Vance entered the limelight. but with a microphone rather than a football at his feet.
His hit indie song "Weight on My Shoulders" echoes the struggle and triumph of his journey - from a wannabe footballer to a sought-after musician. The track is a testament to his ability to turn the mundane and the melancholic into musical gold. Crafted with Filodyo, his unmatchable style and impressive lyrical depth have managed to shoulder the weight of acclaim without buckling.
Vance's love for music is written all over his work, receiving praise from critics and fans alike. He may not have made it to the football field, but in the realm of independent music, Ashton Vance is very much a superstar. And to think that all it took was a sprained ankle and a broken record to jumpstart the journey of this funk fanatic – talk about a sliding tackle right into fame's goalpost!
Weight On My Shoulders
Ashton Vance
She's a faded memory now
Faded like the sunset in the west
She's a faded memory now
I know there ain't no way that I'll forget
The road comes in and the road goes out
I'm driving this truck all alone again
Just letting time slip away
Feel the weight of the highway in every step
She's a faded memory now
Faded like the sunset in the west
She's a faded memory now
I know there ain't no way that I'll forget
There ain't nothing darker than the night away from her
But there ain't no sound louder than the silence in this town
I don't know a weaker man than the one that I became
But I know what I've been going through now
This ain't no way
Heaven ain't got no say
And they raise the rent in hell from week to week
Out here
Time stands still
All we have is what we need and
All we are is under our feet
The road comes in and the road goes out
I'm driving this truck all alone again
Just letting time slip away
Feel the weight of the highway in every step
CREDITS
Performer: Ashton Vance
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Baby, Baby
Lily Green
Verified Artist
Lily Green
Lily Green is a vibrant nu-disco artist with a deep love for cars and the open road.
Hailing from Los Angeles, Lily grew up with the sounds of synth beats and funky basslines, which fueled her passion for creating danceable, feel-good music.
Her fascination with cars started in childhood, spending weekends at car shows with her dad and dreaming of road trips across the country. This love for automobiles often finds its way into her music, with themes of freedom, speed, and adventure.
Known for her infectious energy and groovy tunes, Lily Green’s tracks are the perfect soundtrack for cruising down the highway with the windows down.
Baby, Baby
Lily Green
You're always a second away
We never finish what we start
I think about it every day
I feel it in my broken heart
You do me dirty and then you say
It was an accident
But I've had enough
Oh
Babe
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
Oh
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
I've got the freedom to be alone
I've got my friends
But I never call
You say
"I miss you
" I hear the tone
And I don't feel like I know you at all
It's like a movie or a TV show
We were in love once
But now I can't remember
Babe
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
Oh
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
Oh
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
Oh
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
CREDITS
Performer: Lily Green
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Wired
The Heartbeaters
Verified Artist
The Heartbeaters
Meet the Heartbeaters, an endearingly nonchalant pair treading the pop-smeared pavements of our music scene. They add a sparkling new spin on that familiar pop fizz you just can't help but sip on.
Hailing from Humorsville, USA, the Heartbeaters are two blokes who serve pop tunes home-cooked with southern charm and laden with joy-generating particles. Their infectious melodies, cheekily described as "heart-pop", will likely enter your circulatory system and induce spontaneous toe-tapping, head-bopping, or whatever physical exercise tickles your fancy. Here's a personal favorite - try saying no to a track titled "Wired" without grinning like a Cheshire cat in a yarn warehouse. See? Impossible.
These chaps have a talent for injecting delight into your audio diet. They've got this 'happy virus' so potent that it makes the Grinch seem like your average party bouncer. The Heartbeaters, remember the name. They're the talented two-piece likely to prescribe you a daily dosage of dulcet euphoria and leave you craving for refills. Trust us, their sound is habit-forming.
Wittier than your average stand-up comedian, with tracks more contagious than your common cold, The Heartbeaters are two lads weaving infectious tunes thereby proving that not all heroes wear capes - some might just sport heart-shaped sunglasses and bass guitars.
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Wired
The Heartbeaters
City’s alive but it’s running on fumes
Dreams stitched together in rented rooms
Eyes on the prize but the cost is steep
Promises made that we’ll never keep
Hours turn to minutes they slip through our hands
We’re building a kingdom on shifting sands
Caught in the rhythm can’t break away
Tomorrow’s a stranger but we’re here today
We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past
Neon signs hum like a warning bell
Each broken dream another tale to tell
Feet keep moving though the road’s worn thin
Lost in a race we were born to win
Hours turn to minutes they slip through our hands
We’re building a kingdom on shifting sands
Caught in the rhythm can’t break away
Tomorrow’s a stranger but we’re here today
We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past
And maybe one day we’ll find the line
Where chaos turns into the divine
But for now we’re the sparks that fly
Burning too fast to question why
We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past
Fading echoes in the city’s hum
Chasing the pulse of what we’ll become
CREDITS
Performer: The Heartbeaters
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Recognize
Felix Dobrev
Verified Artist
Felix Dobrev
Meet Felix Dobrev, Sofia's best-kept secret, "dance" virtuoso extraordinaire, and ultimate purveyor of auditory happiness. An independent artist with charisma thicker than his grandmother's Bulgarian yogurt, he's ready to make the world "Recognize."
Born and bred in the heart of Bulgaria, Felix bloomed amid the lively buskers and the distinctive throb of the Balkan music scene, watching, learning, and nursing his own musical genius. This maestro of merriment can put a rhythm into anything quicker than a Baba slinging banitsa, and he is already proving to be the 'estest' of Sofia (fastest, and funniest) to hit the independent dance scene.
His most popular song, "Recognize," has the potent magic of turning gloomy Mondays into radiant Fridays, real Sofia-style. The track has genuine Dobrev charm: infectious beats that tug at your heartstrings as powerfully as they force your feet into grooves, making you feel like you're bouncing on the clouds above Vitosha Mountain.
Felix Dobrev isn't just any go-to party playlist contender. He's better. A creator of endorphin-evoking dance tracks that sparkle with joy and jive with wit, Felix is setting musical trends faster than the city’s tramcars. Prepare yourself to get caught up in his upbeat, unmistakable rhythm... just remember to "Recognize" where you first heard it!
Recognize
Felix Dobrev
It's rainy outside snowing outside
And pour me in ice cold water swell my chest
To make me hard to weep to lie to lie
But I will find another route
Yeah
'Cause
Baby
It's easy for me now
And if I have another chance
I will never ask a second chance
For now you recognize the sound
The sound is good
For now you recognize the light
The source of the light
(Uh) (ah)
(Ah)
Saw me very low
And use to call me mad as bad as you could
But hush
My baby
I don't mind
It's what sublime
Sublime
But make after now it's easy for me finally
Seems that I never felt you love me truly anyway
For now you recognize the sound
The sound is good
For now you recognize the light
The source of the light
(Uh) (uh)
(Ah)
(Ah)
CREDITS
Performer: Felix Dobrev
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Kiss Me When I'm Lying
Mirov Saint
Verified Artist
Mirov Saint
Meet Mirov Saint, everyone's favorite disco-spinning, beat-making connoisseur of all that is musical and funky. Hailing from a place as elusive as his name suggests, this maestro reigns from the far-flung utopia we like to call Saint Petersburg, crafting soundtracks that make our everyday lives feel like an enchanted fairy tale.
This genteel DJ, signed to Filodyo—shout out to them for recognising raw talent—works nightclub miracles, turning songs into disco-infused enchantments. His pièce de résistance? A cabaret dance cover of Romeo Vane's "Kiss Me When I'm Lying", of course. Because who needs a prince charming when you've got Mirov Saint remixing your life soundtrack?
Behind the decks, he becomes this alchemy wizard, transforming every beat into disco-gold, infusing happiness in every note. Take a gander at Mirov's Spotify. You'll think you've been transported to a Moscow underground disco in the 70s—a place where anxiety is unknown, and the mood is perpetually “Happy”.
So there you have it, folks. Mirov Saint, living proof that disco isn't dead, it's just been chilling in Saint Petersburg, waiting for one wizardly DJ to mix it back to life.
Kiss Me When I'm Lying
Mirov Saint
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: Mirov Saint
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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The Sweetest Tornado
Blake Felton
Verified Artist
Blake Felton
Despite sounding like a comic book alter ego, Blake Felton is anything but fictitious. Sure, the moniker is a cheeky assent to his fervent admiration for Blake Shelton, but our guy Felton wears his alias with a tireless charm that’s just as compelling as his given name, Alex. Drawing inspiration and maybe even a little mischievous wit from his country idol, he weaves an intrinsic thread of twang into his unique sound, establishing an undeniable presence in the rootsy pop-rock arena.
Blake Felton stories often come with a touch of humor, just like his catchy, because-why-not song titles. Take, for example, his hit single "The Sweetest Tornado”. It's as if he baptizes every storm he crosses paths with in the sugariest syrup, then serenades it with an infectious melody until it becomes more pop-chart-whirlwind than natural disaster. But don't let that fool you; beneath his nimble storytelling and pun-laden lyrics, Blake showcases a robust, soulful voice that conveys a depth of emotion beyond the jovial exterior. Immensely captivating, a bit heartbreakingly sweet, and always full of unexpected fun - that's Blake Felton in a nutshell. He certainly isn't Blake Shelton, but in a twist of fate tinged with irony, he just might end up becoming more talked-about than his namesake.
The Sweetest Tornado
Blake Felton
She blows into town on a street bike
With her hair done up in cornrows
Gets off the gas like a hot dam
Wearing all pink head to toe
She steps into the bar like a cannonball
All the folks turn around like an old saw
She orders three shots
Honey on the rocks
And a Manhattan in her straw
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
Said a bad word one time in a nightclub
Said "Oops
That's too far"
Always says thank you to the bartender
Always says "Please
" "Oops
That's too far"
She steps into the bar like a cannonball
All the folks turn around like an old saw
She orders three shots
Honey on the rocks
And a Manhattan in her straw
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
The summer nights
They call her name
The winter months
They call in vain
When she's there
People can't complain
The streets are flooded from the rain
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
CREDITS
Performer: Blake Felton
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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