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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
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Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
Verified Artist
Elyra Dawn
Elyra Dawn was born in Rotterdam, raised between ferry horns and late-night radio static. Music wasn’t a choice — it was everywhere. Her mother sang quietly while folding laundry, her older brother blasted trance through paper-thin walls, and Elyra? She listened. Carefully. Absorbing melodies like secondhand sunlight.
She spent her teenage years bouncing between school choirs, bedroom recordings, and weekend trips to Amsterdam’s record stores. The moment she first heard Robyn’s Dancing On My Own on a train platform at dusk, something clicked. It wasn’t just about sadness or joy — it was how you could wear both in the same voice. That duality, the push and pull between euphoria and vulnerability, would become Elyra’s signature.
After performing in local clubs and uploading small demos online, she received an unexpected email from Filodyo’s Hakan E — a message that simply said: “You sound like you’ve lived a little. Let’s talk.” What followed was a slow, careful collaboration: late-night file exchanges, voice memos from backstage, moments captured between flights. Elyra didn’t rush it. She never does.
Today, her voice balances two worlds — the sweaty rush of the dancefloor and the quiet ache of a Sunday morning alone. Her hooks stick, her delivery stings, and her presence on stage feels at once intimate and cinematic. Elyra Dawn isn’t here to be loud. She’s here to be heard.
Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
I kept your echo in a borrowed chord
Faded at the edges like a prayer ignored
You never spoke in “forever” terms—
Only in glances only in turns
We drew lines in passing trains
Paused in motion looped refrains
What we had was quiet gold—
But time like steam refused to hold
So I won't chase the version of us
That never really stayed never fully was
You were a still life mid-collapse
A moving part in silent gaps
And I loved you there—
Where the light never dared
But lingered
Like it knew
We’d vanish fair
You hummed in keys I couldn’t trace
Left fingerprints on open space
A breath a shift a tilted frame
No villain here just untitled blame
Maps don’t cover scenes like this
Where lips forget what touch meant bliss
But if you ask what we became—
A shadow signed with no one’s name
I won't rewrite the note you played
Or tune the silence we conveyed
You were a still life breaking fast
A fleeting truth I couldn’t grasp
And I loved you there—
Not to repair—
But to remember
Without despair
Maybe we were best
in between intentions
Not a love song—
just the tension
Still life
in motion
Still life
Not frozen
CREDITS
Performer: Elyra Dawn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Memories
Hazel Vaughn
Verified Artist
Hazel Vaughn
Hazel Vaughn: The pop belle with a twangy accent who managed to steal the hearts of the indie world. She’s the chirpy nightingale from Virginia, whose lyrics remind you of dog-eared diary pages, scribbled in the golden hues of bygone days.
Unlike your cookie-cutter pop stars, Hazel's got a voice that's as rich and comforting as Southern sweet tea. She waltzes between woeful tales of love and nostalgia seasoned with notes of jingle-jangle pop. Everything from her honey-soaked vocals to her homespun charisma wraps you in a joyful yearning, a testament to her unparalleled knack for audio storytelling.
By far, Vaughn's standout track "Memories" has cemented her place in listeners' hearts. It's a deceptively breezy jam, packed with her knack for tugging both heartstrings and guitar strings alike. Underneath the playful tempo, you can almost hear the nostalgia dripping out, invoking halcyon summer days and resurrecting ghosts of first loves.
Our Virginia story-weaver embodies what it means to be a pop artist with depth, warmth, and a pinch of sweet Southern charm. Where Hazel Vaughn goes, an addictive serenade of happy nostalgia follows–humming reminders of memories we thought we'd lost, but dance upon hearing her tunes. The tales continue to spiral through song. Let's all lend an ear, shall we?
Memories
Hazel Vaughn
I have limited information
Flowers in oil
People in formation
For all the things they stole
All you want to whistle
Kettle on the stove
Together with some tea
Purple and gold
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
All you have is this skin
And what you taught me
And how you made a mark on all these things
You meant everything
I have trouble breathing
New town
New number
You were eighteen
I'll be crawling under
Oh please do not sleep here
Tell me the truth
You should have disappeared
But I fell for you
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
CREDITS
Performer: Hazel Vaughn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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What’s It Made Of?
LYA
Verified Artist
LYA
“If it doesn’t ask questions, it’s not music.”
LYA (pronounced “Lie-uh”) is a genre-defying artist from Berlin whose roots stretch from conservatory string quartets to the depths of fog-drenched warehouse raves. A classically trained violinist who once performed Vivaldi at age nine, she left formal music behind in her early 20s to pursue something more fractured, more real. What emerged was a sound as delicate as it is defiant—where harpsichords coexist with 2-step beats, and questions matter more than answers.
Her music exists in a liminal zone: somewhere between dance and disassociation, pop and poetry, cathedral and club. LYA often weaves spoken-word passages into her songs, transforming internal monologues into melodic mantras. Vocals—sometimes her own, sometimes spliced and AI-shifted—glide over textured layers of cello, muted synths, and ambient distortion. Think: if Imogen Heap grew up listening to Burial and wrote haikus in code.
LYA’s debut EP “Syntax of Sleep” was a quiet cult success among insomniac circles on Bandcamp, praised for its “introspective maximalism.” Her live sets, often accompanied by generative visuals and interactive lighting that reacts to audience movement, blur the line between concert and hallucination. She isn’t afraid of silence, nor of noise. Both, to her, are forms of rhythm.
LYA doesn’t write songs to explain. She writes them to wonder. “What’s It Made Of?”—her latest single via notfm—isn’t just a title. It’s a dare. A whisper in the hallway between thoughts. A reminder that meaning isn’t always the point.
What’s It Made Of?
LYA
Woke up in a sentence I don’t remember writing
(uhhh)
My name’s on the wall
but it’s spelled with a “Y” now
weird
I tried to fold the sunlight into thirds
but it keeps leaking through the creases
Like—
was that ever the point?
(Hey!)
Did we name the silence just to fill it?
A blue cup a red sock a key with no lock
Mom said dreams don’t rot
but I found mold on the corners of mine
(yeah uh-huh)
What’s it made of?
(Lie?)
What’s it made oooooof?
Is this glass or just slow ice?
(what’s the—yeah)
If I bite it will it crack or cry?
(Haha—cry?)
I asked the mirror but she blinked
Twice
My coat is full of exit signs
but none of them point north
I sleep in the hallway between thoughts—
and that’s fine
Or it was
(Was it?)
Someone keeps leaving me notes
in a handwriting I don't remember learning
“Simplify”
“Unwind”
“Don't trust the tulips”
What’s it made of?!
(don’t tell me it’s hope again)
What’s it maaaade of?!
If it’s love why’s it shaped like a chair leg?
If it’s truth
why does it taste like batteries?
Whoa whoa—
Don’t go there
Not now
(NOT NOW!)
CREDITS
Performer: LYA
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Home Sweet Home
Tiny House Rats in
Verified Artist
Tiny House Rats in
Tiny House Rats is a quirky and innovative two-person producer group, known for their minimalist yet powerful soundscapes. Hailing from the cozy suburbs of Copenhagen, Denmark, the duo—Jonas “J.T.” Thorsen and Emil Nilsen—came together over a shared love for blending genres and creating music in the small but vibrant studio they affectionately call "The Rat’s Nest," which happens to be located inside a tiny house they built themselves.
Their name, Tiny House Rats, is a nod to their modest setup, where they prove that you don’t need a massive space to make a big impact in the music world.
Jonas, the technical genius behind the beats, and Emil, the melody mastermind, combine their talents to craft eclectic productions that range from electronic and lo-fi hip-hop to indie pop and experimental ambient music.
Their work is defined by its attention to detail and clever use of sound layering, always making the most of the space they have—both physically and musically. They often describe their music as "controlled chaos," where seemingly random elements come together to form something unexpectedly beautiful.
Tiny House Rats are known for their collaborations with various indie vocalists, weaving their unique sound into each project. Their ability to adapt to different styles while maintaining their signature touch has earned them a growing following, particularly among fans of forward-thinking, genre-blurring music.
With tracks like “Lose Yourself” and “Home Sweet Home” Tiny House Rats are proving that size doesn't matter when it comes to creativity, and their tiny house is producing some of the most interesting sounds on the scene.
Home Sweet Home
Tiny House Rats in
Whispered winds home's call
Mem'ries bloom hearts enthrall
Fireside dreams warm glow
Far away yet I know
Home's embrace I'll stow
Yearning for where I belong
Echoes sing a childhood song
Misty morns dewy lawn
Familiar paths now withdrawn
Laughter echoes in my mind
Comfort's embrace hard to find
Distance stretches miles long
To my roots I long
Oh home sweet home
Wherever I roam
Your essence I keep
In dreams I sleep
Longing never to cease
Though afar I roam
Home my heart's true home
CREDITS
Performer: Tiny House Rats in
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Everyday Weight
Elara Stone
Verified Artist
Elara Stone
She makes music for the hours when clarity doesn’t arrive on time. Her songs sit between late-night electronic culture and everyday emotional friction, carried by a vocal that avoids performance and leans into presence. There’s no melodrama here, no oversized hooks. Instead, she works with restraint, letting repetition, silence, and subtle shifts do the heavy lifting, capturing the tension of modern relationships and the quiet pressure of daily life.
Sonically, her work draws from melancholic drum and bass and deep electronic traditions, but filters them through a distinctly current lens. Beats roll rather than hit, bass appears just long enough to leave a trace, and arrangements resist obvious peaks. Her voice is treated as part of the architecture, close, controlled, and emotionally distant, floating above the rhythm instead of chasing it. It’s music built for movement and reflection at the same time.
Her releases live within the carefully curated worlds of Filodyo and NOT FM, platforms that prioritise context over noise and long-form listening over instant impact. In that sense, her music isn’t chasing trends, it’s designed to exist alongside them, quietly confident, emotionally precise, and very much of its moment.
Everyday Weight
Elara Stone
Days stack up without asking
Deadlines talk before we do
Small mistakes grow teeth quickly
When you’re trying to stay true
Plans bend out of their own shape
Words land wrong then multiply
Nothing ends nothing settles
We just learn what to deny
I’m tired of fixing the timing
Tired of reading every sign
We keep choosing what sounds easy
Then we pay for it in time
Life feels heavy in small ways
Not enough to make a sound
Love gets stuck in explanations
That keep going in a round
We don’t break we just tangle
Try to pull without a map
Every day asks something different
And never tells us where to stand
Conversations turn to tactics
Every pause becomes a test
Saying less feels safer lately
Even when we mean our best
We trade honesty for balance
Call it calm but feel the cost
Nothing wrong with wanting steady
Just don’t lose what made us talk
We don’t need another answer
We don’t need to win the night
I just want a moment quiet
Where the pressure drops its bite
Life feels heavy in small ways
It adds up before we know
Love gets lost in fine decisions
We were never meant to solve
We don’t fall we just circle
Looking for a cleaner path
Every day asks something different
And leaves the rest to us
Maybe this is how it happens
Not dramatic not fast
Just the weight of daily choosing
Stacked against the past
Life feels heavy in small ways
But it’s still the one we take
Love is work without instructions
That we learn by what we break
We don’t fix it all tonight
We don’t need to understand
We just stay inside the motion
Doing what we can
Tomorrow’s already forming
Before we get some rest
I don’t need it to be simple
I just need it to be honest
CREDITS
Performer: Elara Stone
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Clean and Proud
Aliza Steel 44
Clean and Proud
Aliza Steel 44
Midnight moves across the floor
Steps align we need no more
Every motion syncs in time
Signals crossing clean and fine
No directions no control
Just a pattern taking hold
Hold it right don’t push too fast
Let the second stretch and last
Keep me on a steady frequency
Where the sound stays close to me
Nothing sharp nothing loud
Just the rhythm clean and proud
Stay aligned let it be
No escape no urgency
Every tone exactly right
On this steady frequency tonight
Low pulse breathing
Filtered chords drifting
Time dissolving
Nothing spoken
Faces blur in moving light
Seconds fold into the night
No reflections no disguise
Just the motion multiplying
We don’t question where it leads
Only trust the space we keep
Hold the line stay inside
Let the moment open wide
Keep me on a steady frequency
Where the sound stays close to me
Nothing sharp nothing loud
Just the rhythm clean and proud
Stay aligned let it be
No escape no urgency
Every tone exactly right
On this steady frequency tonight
No beginning no release
Only waves in slow repeat
CREDITS
Performer: Aliza Steel 44
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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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
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Sweaty Eddie
Luna Vespera
Verified Artist
Luna Vespera
Luna Vespera is a vibrant songstress hailing from the cobblestone streets of Paris, where she relocated from her native Lithuania due to her husband's engineering endeavors. Nothing spells "for better, for worse" like swapping the charm of Lithuanian landscapes for the lights of the Eiffel Tower. She's made a name for herself in the music industry, not just by gracing the city of love with her sound, but also through her amazing work with Filodyo – her sponsoring record label. As they say, even in Paris, show business is still business, which Luna handles beautifully in her Parisian serenade.
Known for her unique blend of melodic soundscapes, Luna's craft expands beyond just being a songbird. She's a veritable jack-of-all-trades, with a love for electronic digital audio workstations – think of her as a musical Da Vinci, blending art, technology, and a bit of joie de vivre. In fact, voice acting artist is another feather in her beret - a talent that adds an extra layer of richness to her music. If being a multi-talented songstress was a sport, Luna would undoubtedly be in the world league.
One of Luna Vespera's most popular hits is the contagiously rhythmic "Sweaty Eddie." Just like its name might suggest, the track delivers a charismatic, dance-infused anthem that gets listeners energized - and possibly a little sweaty. With its irresistible beats and Luna's honeyed voice, it's a firm favorite on Paris's lively music scene, and certainly, a defining element of Luna's growing musical legacy.
So, there you have it – Luna Vespera. The name to know in the Parisian music scene; an enchanting songstress with the charm of the old world and the pulse of the new. Stay tuned for the release of her next electronic ballad. Bonne écoute!
Sweaty Eddie
Luna Vespera
Wow
Spiritus
It goes a long way
I've just been livin' it
Riskin' it all
Had a vision I was gonna come up swingin' it
Kissin' goodbye
Won't you switch up for me
Envision this for a minute
Get the grin off your cheek
I'm tired of listenin'
But I'm clappin' along
When you're so kind to me
Glad to meet you
You're so kind
I saw the stone wall crumblin'
I saw the main stage settlin' down
Bird-watchin'
Moon howlin'
Let me see
Ooh
Sweaty Eddie
You could be lucky now
Hoppin' on the bandwagon
Sweaty Eddie
Stop for me now
Servin' a turn
As it happens
Sweaty Eddie
You could be lovely now
Hoppin' on the bandwagon
Sweaty Eddie
I see now
Take it in stride as it passes
Drop the pretenses
As the world relapses
Misunderstandings
Up in the attic
Pick it up
Pick it up
Carry it tall now
Oh my
Have we ever met before? I swear that I know it
Could I have a little bit more? I've gotten to know you quite well
I can see it comin' on
Now you're convinced
If you want me to
Convince me
Sweaty Eddie
You could be lucky now
Hoppin' on the bandwagon
Sweaty Eddie
Stop for me now
Servin' a turn
As it happens
Sweaty Eddie
You could be lovely now
Hoppin' on the bandwagon
Sweaty Eddie
I see now
Take it in stride as it passes
Have we ever met before? I swear that I know it
Could I have a little bit more? I've gotten to know you
It's quite alright
I can see it comin' on
Now you're convinced
Convince me
CREDITS
Performer: Luna Vespera
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Summer Romance
Harper Quinn
Verified Artist
Harper Quinn
Meet Harper Quinn, the embodiment of a Chinatown fairytale with a beats-filled twist. Born and raised amidst the flurry of noodle houses and dim sum joints in NYC's throbbing heartbeat, Harper is every bit a child of the Big Apple and the city’s ceaseless rhythm pulses through her music.
Harper is the oldest daughter of a Chinese immigrant family, her father a wizard of culinary arts in one of the busiest kitchens in Manhattan. Her music is a distinct fusion of her rich cultural heritage and the neon grit of New York - think Peking duck served with a side of just-spun electro. With catchy tracks like "Summer Romance", she’s setting the dance genre ablaze and, inadvertently, becoming the sovereign of store playlists nationwide, thanks to a serendipitous contract with Filodyo.
Infused with radiating positivity, Harper’s tunes have the power to transform even the dreariest grocery aisles into club-worthy catwalks. Expect a dose of her irreplaceable mirth in every single beat – the Harper Quinn experience is a joyride on a candy-colored dragon, soaring through the summer's neon haze!
Summer Romance
Harper Quinn
Summertime not another lover like you
We were having fun
How can we be cynical about our destiny
Under an endless sun
Flip a coin toss her mane
Threads of gold go out with the rain
Eclipsed like the northern lights
Summertime
One for the money
Two for the show
And three to laugh about all those
Summertimes a long time ago
Feel the vibe
For a moment just let go
It's the highest you can get
Touched by an angel
Not a devil on your shoulder
No reason to regret
In a car we were riding around
Looking for a party but the deal went down
Another opportunity lost
Summertime
One for the money
Two for the show
And three to laugh about all those
Summertimes a long time ago
Summer sun where did you go?
Now it's the season to be seasoned
Leaving and believing
So in love with the truth
And when we follow evolution
We won't get confused
Summertime
One for the money
Two for the show
And three to laugh about all those
Summertimes that have come and gone
Summertime
One for the money
Two for the show
And three to laugh about all those
Summertimes a long
Long time ago
CREDITS
Performer: Harper Quinn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Only Ashes Know My ...
Julian Hartman
Verified Artist
Julian Hartman
Julian Hartman; a magical melody weaving prodigy, hailing from the exquisite alpine landscapes of Switzerland. Raised on Ticino truffles and Emmental cheese chunks, Julian is the offspring of Switzerland’s savviest real estate tycoon (eh-hem, his dad, if you didn't catch that). But instead of joining the family business, Julian took the scenic route, stating that the only thing he's interested in constructing are heart-stirring ballads full of intricate harmony and soulful chords, and, well, who can argue with that?
A graduate of Communication Studies, Julian uses his academic background to strike a chord with his fan base. He also resumes a dual life as an activist. One moment, he's delivering soul-stirring tunes, sending listeners on a roller-coaster ride of emotions, the next he’s making profound impacts advocating for human rights. His hit track, "Only Ashes Know My Name," feels like poetically walking face-first into a blast of empathy and introspection, and rumour has it, it's a subconscious ode to the countless times he's forgotten his own name after an all-nighter at Geneva’s cheese fondue parties.
Julian Hartman, this activist-cum-singer, is more than a musical maestro with a magnetic presence. He's the compelling sonic storyteller with a forgettable real-estate lineage who exceeds all expectations with each guitar strum, proving that the best path is often the road less travelled, paved with cheese and a master's degree in communication.
Only Ashes Know My Name
Julian Hartman
Falling hours crooked roads
Lanterns flicker stories fold
Traces left in borrowed sand
Nowhere feels like where we stand
Wind moves slow but pulls apart
Empty rooms still hold a spark
Pull the thread and watch it fray
All we built just fades away
Running circles chasing flame
Only ashes know my name
Voices hum in window panes
Summers lost in silver rain
Names dissolve like ink in tide
Leaving nothing left to hide
Wind moves slow but pulls apart
Empty rooms still hold a spark
Pull the thread and watch it fray
All we built just fades away
Running circles chasing flame
Only ashes know my name
No more echoes down the line
Only shadows drawn in time
Pull the thread and watch it fray
All we built just fades away
Running circles chasing flame
Only ashes know my name
CREDITS
Performer: Julian Hartman
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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