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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 31746 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.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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Wake Up, Gary
Wrong Floor Cinema

Verified Verified Artist

Wrong Floor Cinema
Wrong Floor Cinema is a four-piece alternative rock band formed in 2025 by Orson Vell, Marlow Pin, Crispin Dayrate, and Niles Weatherby. The group came together through a series of badly organized rehearsal-room bookings, after repeatedly being assigned the same basement studio by mistake. They kept the name Wrong Floor Cinema because it matched their shared taste for overlooked places, awkward situations, and things that feel slightly out of sequence.

Their music blends sharp pop-punk guitars, dry spoken-sung vocals, clipped rhythms, melodic bass lines, and an offbeat sense of humor. Although their sound draws heavily from 1990s alternative rock, they avoid straightforward nostalgia, mixing that influence with modern production, restrained arrangements, and lyrics built around mundane frustrations, social discomfort, bad timing, and small personal disasters.

Orson handles vocals and rhythm guitar, Marlow plays lead guitar, Crispin plays bass, and Niles is on drums. Together, they have built a reputation for tightly controlled live performances that still feel unpredictable, balancing catchy melodies with deadpan delivery and a slightly detached stage presence. Wrong Floor Cinema sounds like a band that arrived late, entered through the wrong door, and decided to stay anyway.
Track(s)
Wake Up, Gary 58429 03:28
Never On The Line 32542 02:48
The Man Who Sold the Rain 33616 02:42

Wake Up, Gary

Wrong Floor Cinema


Gary’s got a corkboard on the bedroom wall
Red strings running from the big to the small
Says the moon’s a movie on a giant screen
“NASA hired Stanley back in ‘69” he’s keen

Won’t eat cereal with a barcode line
Reads expiration dates like secret signs
Says the pigeons blink in binary
Then whispers “Buddy… they’re watching me”

Every answer needs another question
Every fact becomes a new obsession

Wake up Gary what did you find?
Another secret hidden in your mind?
Lizard kings and laser skies
Birds with government eyes
Wake up Gary take a day off please
Not everything’s a global mystery
Maybe life is just… okay
But don’t tell Gary anyway

He says Elvis orders food at night
Bigfoot’s blurry on purpose right?
Paul was switched back in ‘64
“Look at the eyebrows!” — he’s got thirty more

Area Fifty-One’s a holiday camp
Atlantis powers every desk lamp
Chemtrails spell my middle name
And squirrels? “Yeah… they’re in the game”

Every headline proves his theory
Coffee makes him documentary

Wake up Gary what did you find?
Another secret hidden in your mind?
Lizard kings and laser skies
Birds with government eyes
Wake up Gary take a day off please
Not everything’s a global mystery
Maybe life is just… okay
But don’t tell Gary anyway

Yesterday he called at half past two
Said “I’ve got something huge for you!”
I held my breath… this must be big…

“They changed the shape… of Pringles lids”



He wasn’t joking

Wake up Gary what did you find?
Another rabbit hole to pass the time?
Flat Earth aliens secret files
He can talk for seventeen miles
Wake up Gary you’re one of a kind
You make conspiracy sound sublime
If the truth comes out one day
We’ll let Gary say “I told you mate!”

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Strong City Woman
Viktoria Klein

Verified Verified Artist

Viktoria Klein
Meet Viktoria Klein - the voice that's spreading joy across the alternative music scene with her infectious killer hooks and luminous personality. With her hit track "Strong City Woman" tearing up playlists, she's quickly becoming an essential fixture in the world of independent music.

Viktoria's journey to alt-pop goddess was anything but ordinary. As the story goes, she used to croon to sheep in her grandma's Yorkshire farm, using a pitchfork as a microphone- the sheep sure as hell didn't mind the free gig! This unorthodox "tour" harnessed her melodious chops, and the rolling English countryside became the stage where she honed what is now touted as "cripplingly delightful" tunes.

Klein's music mourns none and pleases many. Her "happy" mode of operation disguises the edgy undertone of her sound, striking a perfect chord between sunny optimism and biting realism. Listening to her tunes, you'll feel like you've been let in on a secret club - the kind that serves tequila at breakfast and sees exposed brick as the height of interior design. Each strum, every beat feels like Viktoria is sharing a personal punch-line; you practically hear her ironic chuckle as you navigate her audial landscape.

It’s near impossible to walk away from a Viktoria Klein track without a spring in your step or, at the very least, a glazed look of contentment. The alternative scene may be awash with talent but no one quite offers the Viktoria Klein experience – a merry romanticism that leaves heartache outside the nightclub door, making sure your ears are filled with nothing but good times. Watch out world, there’s a new 'Strong City Woman' in town!
Track(s)
Strong City Woman 25405 02:29

Strong City Woman

Viktoria Klein


Closet full of dancing shoes God knows
Probably got the same tattoo somewhere
Dark roots on her light blue born with
Fire in the eyes like you but rules

There are rocks made from paper and
Statues that move
And there’s nothing wrong in her world
If she says it’s true
There are dove feathered angels
without wings who fly she let them
And a strong city woman
who can’t be confined not loveless

In six weeks there’s a new routine mapped out
Confetti and the sacred dark marked down
Fire is a cleansing bark without rules

You are starting in your light blue fire
Dancing over quicksand tides right now
In the light of your eyes
You’re about to delve in
Let yourself feel power
Your love is wealth you’re flying
You can’t be made outlawed

The city that you built
didn’t need doors in the first place
Use the grass in the fields
out there for your campsite
Maybe later you’ll be needed
back on the home base
Walls don’t mean anything
under the birdlines

Strong woman can’t be confined not loveless

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Slow Voltage
Minseo Radio Unit

Slow Voltage

Minseo Radio Unit


[Intro]
Low low
Slow voltage
Turn it down
Let it move

I don’t need a loud sign
You can read it in my eyes
Something quiet in the air
Pulls us closer every time

손끝에 닿기 전에
이미 알고 있었어
말보다 느린 떨림
너와 나를 깨워

Don’t rush it
Let the current breathe
천천히 번져 와
Underneath

No drama
No broken scene
조용히 타올라
You and me

Slow voltage
I feel it under my skin
Slow voltage
Let the motion begin

너무 빠르지 않게
조금 더 깊게
Slow voltage
You turn me on within

Slow voltage
I feel it under my skin
Slow voltage
Let the silence lean in

눈을 떼지 못해
말은 필요 없게
Slow voltage
You turn me on within

Clean shirt dark glass
No need to prove the past
I keep my cool but you know
This calm was never built to last

차갑던 내 하루에
작은 열이 흐르고
흔들리지 않던 맘
너를 따라 움직여

[Rap]
Switch low bass soft
I don’t talk big I move smart
One look cut sharp
You already read my chart

너의 리듬 가까이
내 속도가 바뀌지
Keep it sleek keep it real
감정보다 먼저 feel

No noise no show
Still you know where I go
Line by line close and slow
전부 말 안 해도

Don’t rush it
Let the current breathe
천천히 번져 와
Underneath

No drama
No broken scene
조용히 타올라
You and me

Slow voltage
I feel it under my skin
Slow voltage
Let the motion begin

너무 빠르지 않게
조금 더 깊게
Slow voltage
You turn me on within

Slow voltage
I feel it under my skin
Slow voltage
Let the silence lean in

눈을 떼지 못해
말은 필요 없게
Slow voltage
You turn me on within

숨을 고르고 있어
서두르지 않기로 해
이 순간의 온도를
우리만 알면 돼

If I move you move
If you stop I stay
짧은 거리 안에서
Everything changes

[Final Chorus]
Slow voltage
I feel it under my skin
Slow voltage
Let the motion begin

너무 빠르지 않게
조금 더 깊게
Slow voltage
You turn me on within

Slow voltage
I feel it under my skin
Slow voltage
Let the silence lean in

눈을 떼지 못해
말은 필요 없게
Slow voltage
You turn me on within

Low low
Slow voltage
말하지 않아도
You know it

CREDITS
Performer: Minseo Radio Unit
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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Pages in the Groove
Ted Craft

Verified Verified Artist

Ted Craft
Born in 1992 in Austin, Texas, Ted Craft grew up surrounded by a melting pot of musical influences — from the blues and country his father played on vinyl to the funk and disco his mother kept on repeat in the kitchen. By the age of 10, he was playing guitar and piano, and by 14 he was already performing at local open-mic nights. His natural stage charisma and ear for infectious melodies quickly set him apart from his peers.

After high school, Ted earned a scholarship to the prestigious Berklee College of Music in Boston, where he majored in Contemporary Writing and Production. During his time there, he immersed himself in pop and funk theory, honing his skills in arrangement, songwriting, and live performance. Berklee also gave him the opportunity to collaborate with musicians from all over the world, helping shape the eclectic yet polished sound he’s known for today.

Post-graduation, Ted moved to Los Angeles and began crafting his signature blend of sleek pop hooks, groovy basslines, and bright funk guitar riffs. His debut EP quickly caught the attention of both critics and streaming audiences, with its feel-good energy and polished musicianship.

On stage, Ted Craft is a showman through and through — dynamic, playful, and completely in command of his audience. Whether fronting a full band or delivering an intimate acoustic set, he brings the same infectious energy and precision that has made him one of the most exciting new names in the pop-funk scene.
Track(s)
Pages in the Groove 244996 03:09

Pages in the Groove

Ted Craft


I’ve walked into rooms where no one knew my name
Just a stranger with a pocket full of games
Every beat another chapter I could tell
Every move another spell I had to sell

Lights spin I’m reading the crowd
Hear my story as the bass gets loud
Oh-oh I’m not here to hide
I’m just letting my pages slide

These are the pages in the groove I’ve made
Pages in the groove yeah they never fade
Every step every night it’s a story played
Oh-oh that’s the life I’ve laid

There’s a bar in Berlin a floor in Madrid
Faces change but the rhythm never did
Bought a round for the table told a joke or two
They don’t know the truth but I gave them the view

Lights spin I’m reading the crowd
Hear my story as the bass gets loud
Oh-oh I’m not here to hide
I’m just letting my pages slide

These are the pages in the groove I’ve made
Pages in the groove yeah they never fade
Every step every night it’s a story played
Oh-oh that’s the life I’ve laid

If you read between the beats you’ll know my name
Every chorus is a frame in a bigger game
We all write on the floor tonight
And I’m just signing mine in the neon light [vocal run ad-lib]

These are the pages in the groove I’ve made
Pages in the groove yeah they never fade
Every step every night it’s a story played
Oh-oh that’s the life I’ve laid

Pages in the groove…
…and the night goes on

CREDITS
Performer: Ted Craft
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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Memory Lane
Nico Laurent

Verified Verified Artist

Nico Laurent
Hailing from the sprawling city of Chicago, known for its gusty winds and hearty deep-dish pizzas, the one and only Nico Laurent has been making waves in the musical landscape with his undeniable talent and contagious energy. Born to an imaginative mother who weaved narratives that enchanted Nico's world and a meticulous father whose precision for constructing circuit boards was only matched by his love for the blues. You could say Nico was born to rhythm, melody, and a healthy dose of storytelling. He began his magical sonic journey right there, in the sweet-spot between abstraction and engineering, affectionately known as creativity.

That journey led Nico to pen one of his most notable songs, "I'm Not The One," a tune that dances delightfully between heartbreak and hope, two relatable sides for many of his listeners. His songs mirror his life - filled with textures and nuances - which are as electrifyingly real as the Chicago skyline during a lightning storm. Perhaps it's his mother's storytelling gift that makes his lyrics so compelling, or his father's keen sense for balance that keeps his melodies ringing in your ear long after the song ends. Or maybe, just maybe, it's that cheeky grin of his that makes you think he might know a secret or two about life's grand design. Whatever the case, it's hard to resist the magnetic pull of Nico Laurent and his ever-evolving sound.

Equal parts witty word-spinner and evocative tunesmith, Nico proves that the apple doesn't fall far from the metaphoric tree (and by the sound of it, this apple picked up a guitar on its way down). Nico remembers sitting between piles of books and heaps of cables as a kid, writing stories about robot musicians or sketching out designs for flying guitars, and that imaginative spirit still fuels his music today. So, buckle in and hold onto your hat (the wind in Chicago doesn’t mess around, you know), because Nico Laurent is just getting started, and this is one ride you won't want to miss.
Track(s)
I’m Not The One 28273 02:48
Raindrops In Ruby 36026 03:19
Memory Lane 25158 02:24

Memory Lane

Nico Laurent


This town is no stranger to me
No new pastures
Just better pasture memories
Human nature calling my name
Lights goin' out faster than 747's

Summers are colder now
Air feels dangerous
Small town stranger for now

Russian doll suitcase says one thing
That a lifetime of memories could never bring

They say she don't have much
You need weight to float things
Car's filling up

One thing she entertains
Swimmin' in Godlight
Floating down memory lane

Maps and posters
Letters from interstate
She gathers and disseminates
Board her plane
She watches her past
Nothing's meant to last

Russian doll suitcase says one thing
That a lifetime of memories could never bring

CREDITS
Performer: Nico Laurent
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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Gravity Override
Lina Mour

Verified Verified Artist

Lina Mour
Lina Mour is a French-born vocalist and songwriter blending high-octane Eurodance energy with the emotional weight of soulful pop. Growing up in the suburbs of Lyon, Lina was raised on a steady mix of gospel vocals, ‘90s dance anthems, and gritty French rap. This eclectic influence shaped her bold sonic identity — where throbbing 4/4 beats meet orchestral stabs, and where raw emotion finds its home on the dancefloor.

Her latest single, “Gravity Override,” is a high-energy anthem that collides hip house rap verses with a soaring, mantra-like chorus. It’s a throwback to the golden age of Eurodance, but with modern production and an unapologetic attitude. With pounding kicks, aggressive synths, and trance-tinged melodic layers, the track is built for sweaty club nights, neon-lit workouts, and every moment when reality feels too heavy to carry.

Lina describes the track as “not just about defying gravity — but defying expectation.” Behind the infectious hook lies a personal story of reclaiming freedom, breaking out of everyday repetition, and choosing joy over inertia. In her words: “It’s about walking down the street with a storm in your chest but a beat in your step.”

Beyond music, Lina is quickly becoming a visual icon in her own right. Her streetwear aesthetic, nostalgic references, and empowering live shows are drawing comparisons to the likes of Technotronic and Crystal Waters — yet Lina’s vision is firmly rooted in the present. She isn’t here to recreate the past. She’s here to override it.
Track(s)
Gravity Override 221093 02:11

Gravity Override

Lina Mour


Blast the gate override the stream
No peace mode just kerosene
We don’t stop — we ventilate
Plug into the surge detonate!

Code in flames!
Rise untamed!
Spin that truth
Like a hurricane!

Gravity override!
We don’t fall — we multiply
No more silence no more shade
We break the sound — unafraid!

Gravity override!
Sky is fake so we collide
Raise your pulse amplify—
We’re the glitch they can’t deny!

Rip that signal break the chain
Upload thunder through your brain
We’re the myth the freak the spark
We turn neon into dark

No maps!
No brakes!
No kings!
No fakes!
We twist!
We crack!
We vanish—
Then attack!

Gravity override!
Truth distorted we decide
Bounce that static crash the grid—
This is not your mother’s beat!

Gravity override!
Laws erased we redesign
Now scream loud redefine—
We’re the beat they can’t confine!

Override complete
System: liberated

CREDITS
Performer: Lina Mour
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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Too Much
Expired Youth Club

Verified Verified Artist

Expired Youth Club
Expired Youth Club are a fictional female-fronted alternative-pop trio exploring what happens when emotion refuses to stay contained. Vocalist Lena Voss formed the project with bassist Rae Kim and drummer Simone Vale after the three bonded over unfinished demos and a shared appetite for songs that could sound vulnerable and explosive at once.

Their song “Too Much” turns emotional intensity into a physical current. The lyrics move between attraction, anxiety and self-awareness, while a rising rhythm mirrors the feeling of trying—and failing—to keep every reaction under control. Lena’s vocal shifts from close confession to a charged chorus without apologizing for its volume.

Expired Youth Club pair indie textures with pop instincts and a slightly restless edge. Their music treats sensitivity as voltage rather than weakness, giving oversized feelings a place to move, break and glow.
Track(s)
Too Much 38648 03:33

Too Much

Expired Youth Club


I keep it folded tight
Like a letter in my coat
Then you say my name
And the whole thing starts to glow
My chest goes loud
My hands forget to rest
One look from you
And I’m a live wire in a dress

It comes in waves
It comes in red
It takes my calm
And shakes my bed
I try to hold back
Try to stay clean
But you pull the truth
Right out of me

Too much too much
I feel too much
(too much too much)
I break I rush
Too much too much
I feel too much
(and I don’t know how)
To hold this touch

I laugh too hard
Then I fall too deep
I say “I’m fine”
But it won’t let me sleep
Every little hurt
Gets a name gets a face
Every little joy
Leaves a mark I can’t replace

It comes in waves
It comes in red
It takes my calm
And shakes my bed
I try to hold back
Try to stay clean
But you pull the truth
Right out of me

Too much too much
I feel too much
(too much too much)
I break I rush
Too much too much
I feel too much
(and I don’t know how)
To hold this touch

If I go quiet
I’m not gone
I’m just full
And hanging on
Don’t call it weakness
Don’t call it a flaw
It’s just a heart
That wants it all

Too much too much
I feel too much
(too much too much)
I break I rush
Too much too much
I feel too much
(and I don’t know how)
To hold this touch

CREDITS
Performer: Expired Youth Club
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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Dust Between the Guns
Colt Mercer

Verified Verified Artist

Colt Mercer
Colt Mercer is a mysterious country vocalist shaped by dusty border roads, old western stories, and the warm musical spirit of Mexico. Blending classic country storytelling with subtle Mexican melodies, he creates a cinematic sound filled with desert sunsets, lonely bars, long night drives, and unfinished goodbyes.

With “Dust Between the Guns,” Mercer introduces a world of warm acoustic guitars, light mariachi touches, raw vocal texture, and a rugged emotional tone. His music carries themes of love, pride, escape, regret, and personal reckoning always somewhere between a confession and a standoff.

Released with the support of not fm and Filodyo, Colt Mercer’s sound reflects a modern western atmosphere: timeless, dusty, dramatic, and deeply human. Away from the spotlight, he is said to draw inspiration from vintage tapes, old cowboy films, border-town legends, and the silence of the desert at sundown.
Track(s)
Dust Between the Guns 107009 03:53

Dust Between the Guns

Colt Mercer


Slow wind on the empty street
Boots drag through the drifting heat
Shadows stretch across the town
One more sun is going down

Boardwalk creaks beneath my feet
Every sound repeats the beat
Windows closed and curtains drawn
Like this place has long been gone

Cards still lie upon the bar
Someone left a broken star
Dust is dancing in the light
Waiting for the coming night

Dust between the guns tonight
No one here to call it right
Every breath a loaded sound
Spinning slowly all around

Hands are steady hearts are slow
Every man already knows
When the silence starts to fall
No one leaves this street at all

Leather creaks across the lane
Every step repeats the same
Eyes are narrow time is thin
Like a clock about to spin

Old sign sways above the door
Scratching echoes on the floor
Somewhere far a trumpet cries
Like a warning in disguise

Dust between the guns tonight
No one here to call it right
Every breath a loaded sound
Spinning slowly all around

Hands are steady hearts are slow
Every man already knows
When the silence starts to fall
No one leaves this street at all

Wind moves softly through the town
One last figure lying down
Sun sinks red behind the plain
Only dust will stay again

CREDITS
Performer: Colt Mercer
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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Baby, Baby
Lily Green

Verified 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.
Track(s)
Baby, Baby 100813 02:53
Wannabe Off 41230 04:00
Truth And Lies 38997 04:00

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

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Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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All That Shine
Paint the Moon Slow

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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 98711 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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