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This Isn’t Love
Chris Nate

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Chris Nate
Meet Chris Nate, the alternative tunesmith you've probably never heard of, but will soon be unable to live without. Emerging from the vibrant music scene of Nashville, this little-known troubadour is steadily carving a niche for himself in the wide world of alternative music.

Chris is notoriously bashful about his origins but will tell you this: the fundamental building blocks of his music lie not in Nashville's sing-and-clap heartland, but on the rhythmic streets of his namesake city, Natchitoches, Louisiana. Every song seems to skate effortlessly across bayou blues and backwater folk rock, all while maintaining the ebullient tone that is so very Chris Nate.

It's no surprise that this seemingly scattershot blend of influences works so well given the success of his track, "This Isn't Love." A merry jaunt that dares to ask, 'What if love was more like playing jazz on a banjo in space?’ Delivered with a wink, a nod, and most crucially, a tie-dye shirt, the song is a festival of joy that will have listeners tapping their feet while crying laughter tears.

So, grab your headphones and give Chris Nate a spin. Here’s an artist whose music won’t just tickle your ears, but might just tickle your funny bone as well. He's serving up slices of life with a side of melody, and it's a recipe that's simply too tasty to resist. And if that isn’t love, well, this isn’t a biography. Or is it? Chris Nate might make you question everything. Everything except for his expertise in creating cheerfully menagerie tunes, that is.
Track(s)
This Isn’t Love 114463 03:23

This Isn’t Love

Chris Nate



Your keys on my floor like secrets we ignore
Talk cheap in the kitchen but silence said more
Late bites blurred lines
We orbit what we can’t define

And I don’t ask you to stay
But you never walk away
Ooh—ohh—caught in that delay

This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent

The door’s half closed your shadow blends
Routine strangers no need to pretend
Unread texts skipped calls
But still I’m there when you fall

I won’t hold out a map
You keep tracing the gap
Mm—yeah—holding what we lack

This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent

Words don’t heal in stereo
We play roles we’ll never know
But I’d still let it repeat—mmm—aah

Ahh—mmm—breathe in the mess
Still tethered nothing less

[Final Chorus]
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
(Uhh!) crash not intent

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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The Sweetest Tornado
Blake Felton

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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.
Track(s)
The Sweetest Tornado 31581 03:06

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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One More Day
Dani T

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Dani T
A hidden gem in the bustling indie music world, Dani T is so underground you'll need a shovel to find him. Born among the spinning disco balls of Transylvania, Romania, this mirthful music alchemist knows how to glitter in the dark.

With his effervescent concoction of synth-laden dance beats, Dani T brings the Transylvanian nightlife to your speakers of choice. His infectious track, "One More Day," is just like garlic to a vampire—utterly irresistible and heating up dancefloors faster than Dracula racing to his coffin at sunrise.

Dani T's talent lies in his ability to infuse his tracks with a joy so potent it could charm a sullen ghoul out of a funk. His music doesn't just evoke happiness—it practically puts it on steroids, glitters it up, and sends it spinning out into the world with a bass-pounding emphasis.

The ghosts of Dani T’s concert crowd may lack a pulse, but trust us, they know how to party. So why stake your heart on mainstream artists when you can sink your teeth into Dani T’s deliciously diverse dark dance tracks? Hop on the next night train to Transylvania, and give Dani T's music a fangtastic whirl.
Track(s)
One More Day 86763 02:28

One More Day

Dani T


You gotta get up now
And take a breath
There's no stopping
No slowing
Until the day of your death
It's a rollercoaster
A crash
A fall from grace
A 180 turnaround
A miracle
And it's in your face

Just open your eyes
And look around

You get one more day
One more night
One more chance to make it right
One more dream
One more life
One more shot to fly

You can take it
You can leave it
The choice is yours
You can believe it
You can be it
You can be sure
It's a highway
It's a journey
A road unpaved
It's your life
It's your turn
And it's calling your name

Just open your eyes
And look around

You get one more day
One more night
One more chance to make it right
One more dream
One more life
One more shot to fly
One more day
One more night
One more chance to make it right
One more dream
One more life
One more shot to fly

CREDITS
Performer: Dani T
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

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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!
Track(s)
Recognize 26298 02:53

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

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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.
Track(s)
Kiss Me When I'm Lying 49740 03:51

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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Plastic Skies & Pap...
Romi Sage

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Romi Sage
Romi Sage doesn't chase the spotlight — he teases it. With a smirk behind every lyric and a groove under every syllable, Romi walks the fine line between smooth and subversive. Born in Lisbon and raised between record shops and rooftop parties, he grew up idolizing the effortless cool of Prince, the rhythmic swagger of George Michael, and the punchy charm of early 2000s pop.

His voice slides — not in haste, but in style. It dances over slap basslines and syncopated guitar licks like it’s dodging commitment. Romi doesn’t just sing about love; he dissects it with irony, flirts with it, then leaves it on read. His stage presence is magnetic — not because he demands attention, but because he never asks for it.

Beneath the glam and glitter, though, there’s always a crack. That’s where Romi shines the most — in the clever melancholy, the playful ache, the smile that knows better. His performances are less about perfection, more about pulse.

Plastic Skies & Paper Towns isn’t a love song. It’s a stylish spiral — romantic delusion in disco heels. It's funk with a wink. And with Romi Sage at the mic, it’s impossible to ignore.
Track(s)
Plastic Skies & Paper Towns 232787 03:26

Plastic Skies & Paper Towns

Romi Sage


Got a signal in my toaster
Dreams leaking from my shoes
City spins like a record
But I ain’t dancing to their news

Billboards flashing answers
To the questions I ain't asked
Everyone’s got mirrors
But no one sees past the mask

They sell the future in a box
With plastic trees and ticking clocks
But I want rhythm I want roots
Not just apps in leather boots

Under plastic skies in paper towns
We keep movin’ up but we’re fallin’ down
(Oh no no)
Truth’s on mute and the beat's too loud
Still I groove through this synthetic crowd

Yeah I'm slidin’ through your static minds
Moonwalkin' past the warning signs
(Whoa-oh)
If the world’s a trip—don’t need to land
I’ll funk my way won’t play your brand

I met a monk in a mirror maze
He said “Peace comes with purple haze”
I traded coins for inner sight
But they charged me tax on neon light

Don’t feed me fear in chrome disguise
Don’t sell me dreams with barcode eyes
I ain’t your data I ain’t your plan
I’m a barefoot soul in a traffic jam

Under plastic skies in paper towns
We keep movin’ fast just to circle 'round
(Hey hey!)
Truth’s gone rogue and the beat’s profound
Still I glide through your algorithm crown

Yeah I’m rollin’ in my analog mind
Flippin’ signals they left behind
(Whoa-oh)
If the world’s a glitch I’ll funk the code
Got cosmic shoes and no fixed road

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Stay Happy
Ocean Girls

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Ocean Girls
Hailing from the sun-soaked shores of Miami, Ocean Girls are your new favorite indie-pop queens on the horizon. Drenched in sun, surf, and ceaseless cheer, their music is the audio equivalent of a ray of sunshine in what can sometimes be the storm of life.

Assuming their name from the very city they call home, these beach-town belles serve up chart-topping hits faster than a Florida diner slings hashbrowns. They've got the sass of the Spice Girls, the attitude of Madonna and just a pinch of Miami's own Gloria Estefan sizzling through each track. Ocean Girls have got a knack for taking even the most mundane moments, chucking them full of pizzazz, and dishing out feel-good anthems that simply command you to "Stay Happy."

Stick an Ocean Girls track on, and suddenly you're cruising down Ocean Drive, hair flapping in the breeze, and the somewhat distant memory of work drowned out by catchy choruses and sparkling melodies. These girls are more than just a band - they're a one-way ticket to a beach-front pop utopia where the vibe is always good, the beats are always flowing, and frowns are most certainly not allowed. When life hands you lemons, Ocean Girls hands you a margarita. Now, that's the kind of exchange rate we can get behind!
Track(s)
Stay Happy 137780 03:23
Feel It In The Air 22864 02:20
Midnight Calls 29803 03:12
You And Me 32403 03:43
Caution 20948 02:04
You Should Hear 41071 04:41
We're Dancing Where The Rivers 23284 02:25

Stay Happy

Ocean Girls


"do not be afraid this is NOT FM"
"you're on filodyo"

Sunshine shinin'
Put your hands in the sky (Ahh uh)
Put 'em high
Put 'em high
Put 'em high
Come on
And if you feelin' really good (Uh)
Somebody
Tell me what you do
Ooh

Say it loud I got joy in my soul
Feelin’ good yeah I’m in control
No rain gonna steal my light
I stay happy day and night

Hands up if you’re feelin’ this vibe
Smiles wide we’re all alive
Let the rhythm set you free
I stay happy — naturally

I got too much on my mind to let negativity (Oh no no)
Ooh
Take over me
Ah
Ooh
Uh
So I put my best foot forward (I put my best foot forward)
Ooh
Uh
Yeah
And I tell negativity (Uh) this here (Yeah)

Say it loud I got joy in my soul
Feelin’ good yeah I’m in control
No rain gonna steal my light
I stay happy day and night

Hands up if you’re feelin’ this vibe
Smiles wide we’re all alive
Let the rhythm set you free
I stay happy — naturally

Every morning I wake I don’t hit the snooze
Got a smile on my face I was born to choose
Joy over drama peace over pain
Dancin’ in the sunlight singin’ in the rain

I don’t need fame I don’t chase the clout
I just keep it real that’s what I’m about
No fake friends no bad vibes near
If the love ain't loud then I won’t hear

Grindin’ for my goals but I rest my soul
Gotta laugh out loud just to stay in control
From the lows to the highs I just ride that wave
Turn a Monday gray to a Saturday rave

Keep it movin’ with the rhythm of my own beat
Head high clean heart walkin’ on clean streets
Every little setback’s just part of the climb
Can’t dim my light man I’m born to shine

Yeah
Yeah
(Oo-yeah)
I feel so good
Oh
I feel so good
I feel so good
Yeah
I feel so good
I feel so good
Oh
I feel so good
I feel so good
Oh
I feel so good
I feel so good
Oh
I feel so good

Say it loud I got joy in my soul
Feelin’ good yeah I’m in control
No rain gonna steal my light
I stay happy day and night

Hands up if you’re feelin’ this vibe
Smiles wide we’re all alive
Let the rhythm set you free
I stay happy — naturally

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Rich Man Pass the B...
Loch Ness Monsters

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Loch Ness Monsters
Rising from the enigmatic allure of Brighton's coastal shores, Loch Ness Monsters are a four-piece band reshaping the contours of alternative rock and pop.

Comprised of the ethereal vocalist Isla "Izzy" McLeod, the enigmatic guitarist Finnegan "Finn" Hartley, the introspective bassist Leo Summers, and the rhythmically ingenious drummer Pippa Clarke, the band weaves together threads of myth and modernity. Their name pays homage to the legendary creature of the deep, symbolizing the hidden depths and untapped mysteries they explore through their music.

Their breakout single, "I Fall Too Deep," plunges listeners into a whirlpool of emotion with its irresistibly catchy chorus and haunting melodies.

The song is a sonic journey, echoing the sensation of being submerged in one's feelings, fears, and desires. Izzy's haunting vocals glide over Finn's shimmering guitar riffs, while Leo's pulsating bass lines and Pippa's dynamic drumming create an undercurrent that pulls the audience into uncharted territories of sound. The track has become an anthem for those unafraid to delve beneath the surface, catching the attention of listeners in the stores where Filodyo broadcasts.

The band's origin story is as captivating as their music. Meeting by chance during a midnight swim on a dare at Brighton's pebble beach, the quartet bonded over shared tales of folklore, a love for genre-blending music, and a mutual sense of adventure.

Their performances are not just concerts but immersive experiences; they often incorporate visual art, storytelling, and atmospheric lighting to transform venues into mystical landscapes.

Loch Ness Monsters invite their audience to join them in the depths, challenging everyone to embrace the unknown and find beauty in the unexplored.
Track(s)
Rich Man Pass the Baton 26468 02:49
A Second Sun 33144 03:50
I Fall Too Deep 28554 03:00

Rich Man Pass the Baton

Loch Ness Monsters


We've all seen a Tom
Rich man pass the baton
Godspeed big shoe
Stay loose and make it move

Try not to escape
Practice neatness in penmanship
Absolutely no finder's fee
We're rolling long haul

In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
And then in about a week it'll haunt me
In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
Underneath the leaves slowly terminating

Creating a community without a dichotomy
Reject the king
Malefactor sing
Find your reality
Oh say church

I don't want to return to scorched earth
Or roll around in the dirt
Or skip over those who got hurt

In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
And then in about a week it'll haunt me
In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
Underneath the leaves slowly terminating

We are nice to be behind
But heavens no
We are not leading
And there's not much time left

In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
And then in about a week it'll haunt me
In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
Underneath the leaves slowly terminating

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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What's Going On (Cl...
Brick Lords

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Brick Lords
Hailing straight from the heart of Harlem, the notorious quintet, Brick Lords, has been serving up a potent cocktail of old school rap since their genesis.

An assemblage teeming with character, within this unique ensemble, we find Biggie Bricks (real name, Jamal Thompson), the de-facto leader and lyricist; Lil' Grout (born Angel Martinez), the charismatic hype man; Bricksy Ross (truly known as Desmond Jones), the mysterious trap-lord; Mortar Mike (Mike Johnson in the real world), the laid-back beat master, and Cinder "the Block" Parker (dubbed Clara Parker at birth), the feisty and soulful female vocalist who adds a unique twist to the group's sound.

The Brick Lords was born out of a shared love for rhythm, rhymes, and the raw, gritty atmosphere of their native Harlem streets, baptizing themselves Brick Lords because, well, they were originally just some kids slamming beats and rhymes on brick walls. And just as bricks fit one on top of the other, building something substantial, so too did the Brick Lords build something substantial out of their close-knit group dynamic.

Their music, a delightful blend of old school rap with a hint of modern-day flair, is lauded for its authenticity and palpable energy, resonating with audiences worldwide. Notably, their signature song "What's Going On (Clean)" quickly escalated to become an anthem for their generation, showcasing their genuine artistry while divulging the realities of life in Harlem.

Amidst punchy beats, witty lyricism, and a touch of brick-and-mortar realness, the story of the Brick Lords is as engaging as their music. Resolute in their ambitious deliverance of old school rap, these urban poets have cemented themselves into the solid foundation of Harlem's music scene, and dare we say it, they're brickin' amazing!
Track(s)
Hard Knock Life 75096 02:15
What's Going On (Clean) 23829 02:26
Tales from Harlem 34995 03:58

What's Going On (Clean)

Brick Lords


Yes
Way down
Way down
Way down
Way down
Whoo!
Way down
Way down
This a freeway song
We sell work
Bruh
We ain't on "wei chong"
We let 'em die homie
We don't weigh Chong
Way down
Way down
Battle [Allen?]
Way down
Way down
Don't take no breaks

Dawg
Bring them red eyes along
Dawgs 'sleep' on me
I prolly woke they moms
Homies reach on me then that's just close they arms
Way down
Way down
Y'all do this once a month

All my dawgs be trappin' like homies exiting pr-on
I used to play with that heart and made a pocket off strong arm
If I try to be LeBron then I ain't talkin' bout bron-bron [LeBron?]
Why you Qbs playing bond
We wanna salt again
On what?

Uhn
Folding s**t
Origami if you trynna front
Race a stripper booted up and make her come in the front
If I'd a buck on my homie
We'd a been done up the one

What's going on
Dawgies?
What's happening
Slim?
Why these motherfu***ers actin' like they're leupsum qualm?
Actin' like I ain't in here playing with scary homeboys
Actin' like they wanna go bat below on this

Yeah
Dawgs
We home
Ay yo
Get your girl
Dawgy
E'rybody came
Huh
Get your girl
Dawgy
Monday through Sunday
And I'm going out crazy me
Like 21 7 6 5 4 3
And I'm going off

I said
I was learning my numbers when yugonna stop playing (when you gonna stop playing)
Taking all of this time
Fuh? you're coming with me (you're coming with me)
What you think I'm for

Yes
Babygirl finally reaching on
Like twinkle twinkle
Little star
What you think
Huh
For me?

What's going on
Dawgies?
What's happening
Slim?
Why these motherfu***ers actin' like they're leupsum qualm?
Actin' like I ain't in here playing with scary homeboys
Actin' like they wanna go bat below on this

Oh
Babydoll finally reached the bottom
And nobody was alarmed
"Babygirl
It ain't that deep"
And now
Now look at the past
And they didn't pray at first

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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When The Sky Turns ...
Elena Rivelle

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Elena Rivelle
Born in Florence, Italy, and raised in the cultural melting pot of Berlin, Elena Rivelle is an artist who effortlessly blends European sophistication with a universal emotional depth. With a voice that’s as haunting as it is powerful, Elena’s music fuses atmospheric pop with cinematic storytelling, creating an ethereal yet relatable sound.

Elena’s journey into music began with a childhood steeped in art and literature. Growing up in a family of writers and visual artists, she found her own form of expression through singing and songwriting. Her unique perspective is shaped by her love of poetry and her fascination with human connection, themes that run deep in her lyrics.

Her breakout single, "When The Sky Turns Grey," released through a collaboration with indie powerhouse Filodyo Records, showcases her ability to capture raw, unfiltered emotion. The track combines delicate melodies with Elena’s striking vocal range, drawing comparisons to artists like Aurora and Florence Welch. Critics have praised the song as a "masterpiece of atmospheric pop" and a "stunning debut that demands attention."

Known for her electrifying live performances, Elena’s shows are immersive experiences where visuals, lighting, and soundscapes merge into one. She has already captivated audiences at festivals across Europe and is set to embark on her first international tour following the release of her upcoming debut album.

With her mesmerizing voice, poetic lyricism, and magnetic stage presence, Elena Rivelle is poised to become one of the most exciting voices in contemporary music.
Track(s)
When The Sky Turns Grey 29027 03:14

When The Sky Turns Grey

Elena Rivelle


Shadows stretch across the concrete plains
A symphony of strangers bound by threads and chains
Fingers tapping stories on a glass-lit screen
We’re caught between the moments and the in-between

The city's breathing it's alive in the haze
We’re just satellites circling the maze
Trading time for something we can’t name
It’s a fleeting game it’s a fleeting game

Tell me where do we go when the sky turns grey?
Will we burn through the night or fade away?
Carrying the weight of the words unsaid
Running from the echoes that fill our heads

Fading billboards tell of dreams misplaced
Lost among the towers in the hollowed space
Faces flash like ghosts through revolving doors
We’re chasing what was ours but it’s not ours anymore

The city's breathing it's alive in the haze
We’re just satellites circling the maze
Trading time for something we can’t name
It’s a fleeting game it’s a fleeting game

Tell me where do we go when the sky turns grey?
Will we burn through the night or fade away?
Carrying the weight of the words unsaid
Running from the echoes that fill our heads

Are we the dreamers or are we the dream?
Lost in the in-between
Are we the seekers or are we unseen?
Caught in the in-between

Time slips like water through my open hands
Leaving trails of meaning in the shifting sands
What if all we’re chasing is the here and now?
Can we stop the spiral? Do we even know how?

Tell me where do we go when the sky turns grey?
Will we burn through the night or fade away?
Carrying the weight of the words unsaid
Running from the echoes that fill our heads

Shadows stretch across the concrete plains
Bound by threads and chains still calling our names

CREDITS
Performer: Elena Rivelle
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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Fire in the Open Air
James Rolly

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James Rolly
Born in 1989 in Dayton, Ohio, James Rolly’s life was anything but straightforward. Growing up in a working-class neighborhood, he found himself drawn to music at an early age, learning his first guitar chords from an older cousin who played in local bars. But his teenage years spiraled into turbulence — run-ins with the law, school expulsions, and a revolving door of juvenile detention centers and rehabilitation programs marked his adolescence.

It was during a six-month stay at a rehab facility in Cleveland that James began writing his own songs, using music as a way to process his frustration and loneliness. The stark, confessional style of those early lyrics became the foundation of his artistic voice. He often says the rehab’s battered common-room piano was “the first place I ever told the truth.”

By his mid-20s, James was performing in small clubs across the Midwest, blending gritty Americana storytelling with modern soul and rock influences. His husky voice, commanding presence, and refusal to glamorize his troubled past earned him a loyal following. The shaved head, beard, and head tattoos became part of his unflinching image — a visual reminder of where he’s been and how far he’s come.

Today, James Rolly’s music reflects both the scars and the survival. From intimate acoustic sets to explosive full-band performances, he channels every ounce of his history into a sound that’s raw, magnetic, and unapologetically real.
Track(s)
Fire in the Open Air 234733 03:05

Fire in the Open Air

James Rolly


I’m walking through the noise and color
Every face feels like a secret sign
My heart’s a drum that won’t keep quiet
Every beat says “Boy this ain’t your time”

But I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in

I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design

There’s laughter rolling out of doorways
Music pouring from a midnight band
I don’t know the song but I’m singing
Clapping to the beat like I understand

And I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in

I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design

Maybe I’m lost but it feels like winning
Every wrong turn keeps my story spinning
If this is the game then I’m all in
Every note’s a place I’ve never been

I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design

And I move…
I move with the rhythm

CREDITS
Performer: James Rolly
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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