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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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Tied My Hands
River Mae
Verified Artist
River Mae
Meet River Mae, a musical maverick straight out of Norway. Originally a law student, she swapped the courtroom for the recording booth after much persuasive coaxing from friends who were evidently one part envious of her vocal chords, and two-parts tired of hearing her legal jargon. Like so many greats before her, River's journey began modestly, singing her heart out in local karaoke bars, where her renditions of beloved pop classics left many patrons wondering if they hadn't perhaps had one too many cocktails...or was that really just a law grad belting out tunes?
River's music career showcases a perfect blend of spontaneity and determination. Her life took an unexpected turn when she surrendered to her friends' pestering and stepped in front of the mic, exchanging her comfort zone for a world filled with rhythms and melodies. In the process, River managed to redefine karaoke nights everywhere, as her enchanting voice left audiences questioning whether they were in a cozy neighborhood bar or an illustrious music arena. Now when she's not sharing her tongue-in-cheek anecdotes about her journey from law books to lyric sheets, she's singing about it in her scintillating tunes.
Most notably, the song "Tied My Hands" brings all these elements together, much like the varying elements of a fine Norwegian herring platter. It conveys the struggles and hesitations of leaping from the predictable world of law to the exhilarating uncertainty of music, interlaced with her unmistakable charm and wit. And let's be real, who else besides River could make a metaphor about legal restraints sound so darn catchy? So here's a toast to River Mae, a law school dropout turned captivating songstress. Turn a blind eye to her lawsuits for now, as you will surely get tied up with her spellbinding music.
Tied My Hands
River Mae
[Intro]
Heat off the glass
You look through me fast
You speak in shrugs and sideways glances
I fill the silence with fake chances
You say nothing but I stay
Making futures you won’t play
Pulled tight I bend where you lean
Your touch says less than your leave
I don’t ask you what you mean
Guess I like to not believe
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (yeah yeah!)
I lit the match you walked right by (mmm ooh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(I fall anyway)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Na-na oooh-ohh no-no…
Scratched your name on my old mirror
Smeared it out but you got clearer
Gave you pieces you forgot to ask for
Heard your plans still kept the back door
Left your coat out in the rain
Hoped you'd care enough to complain
You move like truth on rewind
Slow and sharp not ever mine
I gave up drawing the line
Then I crossed it every time
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (ahh yeah)
I lit the match you walked right by (ohhh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(Still I stay)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Na-na mm-mm oh yeah…
I keep breaking in my own voice
Tried to leave like I had a choice
Words don’t reach you but I shout
Now my echo’s burning out
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (ahh yeah!)
I lit the match you walked right by (woo-ooh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(but I play)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Oooh na-na-na
CREDITS
Performer: River Mae
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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The Sweetest Tornado
Blake Felton
Verified Artist
Blake Felton
Despite sounding like a comic book alter ego, Blake Felton is anything but fictitious. Sure, the moniker is a cheeky assent to his fervent admiration for Blake Shelton, but our guy Felton wears his alias with a tireless charm that’s just as compelling as his given name, Alex. Drawing inspiration and maybe even a little mischievous wit from his country idol, he weaves an intrinsic thread of twang into his unique sound, establishing an undeniable presence in the rootsy pop-rock arena.
Blake Felton stories often come with a touch of humor, just like his catchy, because-why-not song titles. Take, for example, his hit single "The Sweetest Tornado”. It's as if he baptizes every storm he crosses paths with in the sugariest syrup, then serenades it with an infectious melody until it becomes more pop-chart-whirlwind than natural disaster. But don't let that fool you; beneath his nimble storytelling and pun-laden lyrics, Blake showcases a robust, soulful voice that conveys a depth of emotion beyond the jovial exterior. Immensely captivating, a bit heartbreakingly sweet, and always full of unexpected fun - that's Blake Felton in a nutshell. He certainly isn't Blake Shelton, but in a twist of fate tinged with irony, he just might end up becoming more talked-about than his namesake.
The Sweetest Tornado
Blake Felton
She blows into town on a street bike
With her hair done up in cornrows
Gets off the gas like a hot dam
Wearing all pink head to toe
She steps into the bar like a cannonball
All the folks turn around like an old saw
She orders three shots
Honey on the rocks
And a Manhattan in her straw
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
Said a bad word one time in a nightclub
Said "Oops
That's too far"
Always says thank you to the bartender
Always says "Please
" "Oops
That's too far"
She steps into the bar like a cannonball
All the folks turn around like an old saw
She orders three shots
Honey on the rocks
And a Manhattan in her straw
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
The summer nights
They call her name
The winter months
They call in vain
When she's there
People can't complain
The streets are flooded from the rain
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
CREDITS
Performer: Blake Felton
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Stay Happy
Ocean Girls
Verified Artist
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!
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
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My Fault
Adrian Lux
Verified Artist
Adrian Lux
Shrouded in Scandi-cool and dripping with chillout vibes, Adrian Lux manages to piece together melodies that dance in your ears long after the beat has faded. Born amidst the snow and indie-pop of Stockholm beginnings, Lux has rapidly become an independent powerhouse of relaxation music.
From his shed-turned-studio (known affectionately as the 'Chillout Cabin'), Lux consistently trills and thrills with his own vibrant blend of soothing, yet complex beats. You’d think this musical maestro might be too chilled to churn out hits, but his track "My Fault" has become an essential soundtrack for any self-respecting connoisseur of the chillout genre, providing the perfect background hum for 3 AM existential thoughts or lazy Sunday brunches.
A master of evoking the "chill" mood, Lux draws inspiration from the calm of the Swedish winters, the wild freedom of the Nordic wilderness, and the peculiar scent of an IKEA cinnamon bun. He weaves these influences into a soundscape that freezes time, melting away the rough edges of reality and leaving listeners lost in a world of rhythmic tranquility.
Adrian Lux, with his brand of laid-back beats, is making one thing clear - sometimes, sitting back, listening to some sounds, and simply existing is all the luxury you really need. If you're yet to hop on board the Lux train, it's about time you checked in for a dose of his Scandi serenity.
My Fault
Adrian Lux
I don't know why I want you to come over
I don't know why I want to make amends
I don't know why I want you to say sorry
I don't know why I wanna be your friend
But I don't
It's just the hope that still gets me
And that's my fault
Because I know you're never guilty
But I still want
For you to try to love me
But I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why I want you to come back now
I don't know why I think you'd ever change
I don't know why I think that you could love me
I don't know why you ever could explain
But I want
To know why you did it
And that's my fault
Because I know you never meant it
But I still want
For you to try to love me
But I don't know why
I don't know why
But I still want you
To see the good in me
But I know you don't care
What I'm thinking
And I know you never will
But I don't
It's just the hope that still gets me
And that's my fault
Because I know you're never guilty
But I still want
For you to try to love me
But I don't know why
I don't know why
CREDITS
Performer: Adrian Lux
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Velvet Switch
Celeste Raye
Verified Artist
Celeste Raye
There’s a certain stillness in Celeste Raye’s voice — the kind that turns crowded rooms quiet and late-night drives cinematic. Born and raised in South London, she grew up mimicking the elegance of old soul singers and the cool detachment of ‘90s club divas. On stage, Celeste doesn’t reach for the spotlight — it finds her.
Her latest release, Velvet Switch, is a slow-burning club anthem soaked in longing. Produced by NOT FM and available exclusively on Filodyo, the track pulses with quiet intensity — as if it’s remembering something you forgot you missed. Celeste’s voice doesn’t cry out. It hovers, suspended above the beat, tracing the shape of absence with each note.
People don’t come to her sets just to dance. They come to feel understood — in dim lights, with their eyes closed, mouthing words they’ve never said out loud. Velvet Switch captures that moment between stillness and surrender, when the music takes over and you stop pretending you’re fine.
Celeste Raye isn’t trying to be timeless. She already is — not because she sounds like someone else, but because she sounds like a feeling you’ve had before, but never named.
Velvet Switch
Celeste Raye
You touched my name with a fingertip lie
Then vanished like sugar in red wine
I didn’t chase I didn’t speak
But I rewrote you in every beat
You blink I break
You breathe I ache
You move I wait
(I wait I wait)
Come turn me on like a velvet switch
No promises just static twitch
Don’t love me—just circle back
One more loop then fade to black
(Ahh…)
Circle back
(Ahh…)
Fade to black
Your silence talks in Morse to me
I hum it back unconsciously
No need for vows no names to curse
We orbit pain—but in reverse
You blink I float
You breathe I choke
You move I glow
(You know you know)
Come turn me on like a velvet switch
Forget the rules forget the glitch
Don’t stay long—just mark the track
One more loop then no way back
(Hmm…)
Mark the track…
(Hmm…)
No way back…
It’s not love—
Just beautiful damage
A signal you sent
But never managed
(And I… tuned in anyway)
Come turn me on like a velvet switch
Whisper sweet in a foreign pitch
Don’t need truth—just feedback hum
One more loop—then I’ll come undone
(Undone…)
(Undone…)
CREDITS
Performer: Celeste Raye
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Love and Hate
Dylan West
Verified Artist
Dylan West
Meet Dylan West, a pop maestro who understands the beauty of contrasting emotions, hailing from the city of Westwood, California. His punchy pop beats can turn any retail shop into a spontaneous dance floor.
Primarily a photographer by day and crooner by night, Dylan captures life's dizzying spectrum, both through his lens and his soothing melodies. Enter "Love and Hate", one of his standout tracks. A tune as contradictory as its title, it dances on the tightrope of joy and heartbreak, proving that happiness can emerge out of chaos - much like a successfully planned family photo at a rowdy wedding.
Dylan's journey saw a fruitful twist when he signed up with Filodyo, a company known for producing refreshing store music. There, Dylan found the perfect fit, an idyllic backdrop to his boundless melodies that even the grumpiest of retail staff find their feet inadvertently shuffling to.
You might have guessed it; Dylan West is not your typical pop artist. Always ready with a camera and a heart full of beats, he captures the world in raw, vibrant colors, and turns it into feel-good pop music. If you're ever in Westwood, listen closely, because your morning latte might come with a side of Dylan West's enthralling tunes.
Love and Hate
Dylan West
It's a thin line
Between love and hate
Between the real and the fake
There ain't no switchin' sides
You know there ain't no in-between
With love and hate
The things I love
The things I hate
They can just irritate me until they motivate me
Hit the road and take me
Lift me up and elevate me
And curve some paths to navigate me to gold
The pears grow from the seed and the tree and the roots and the soul
You know the thicker the skin
The less mindful the fangs that unfold
Thin line grows thicker
Hearts don't make good mirrors
Seein' clearer
Know when it's love and hate
We gotta relocate away
Ain't no fakin'
The things I hate
The things I love
They can just lift me high as the clouds above me
Ain't a flaw in a dove's wings
Just needs a little bit of coseting
A dose of humanity
Or so I'm told
You see
The Hunger Games ain't never yet got old
Thin lines grows thicker and thicker
It's all them thick-thick girls
That's been my soldiers
And we patrolin'
You know it's love
It ain't hate
Thin line grows thicker
Hearts don't make good mirrors
Seein' clearer
Know when it's love and hate
We gotta relocate away
Ain't no fakin'
Thin line grows thicker
Hearts don't make good mirrors
Seein' clearer
Know when it's love and hate
We gotta relocate away
Ain't no fakin'
CREDITS
Performer: Dylan West
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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When You Hold Me
Theo Kingsley
Verified Artist
Theo Kingsley
**Theo Kingsley** is a spirited, independent artist hailing from the colorfully eclectic streets of Manhattan. Known for his vibrant soundscapes and captivating lyrical prowess, Kingsley stands as a fresh beacon of musical innovation in the often repetitive sound waves of the modern music industry.
Kingsley's journey into the pulsating heart of music began at a tender age when he traded the traditional toys of childhood for a small, hand-me-down guitar. His fingers found their voice on that six-string stage, and soon, Kingsley, much like his favorite pair of black, worn-out jeans, fit comfortably and inextricably into the music world. His knack for crafting heart-stirring melodies and witty bars eventually culminated in his most well-recognized piece yet, "Gentle Whisper", a deeply evocative track that tackles complexity concealed in simplicity.
Over the years, Kingsley continually defies the boundaries of genre by fusing alternative rock, pop, and velvety hints of blues into his sonic concoctions. His music, much like the delicious bagel at a corner bodega, offers something for every taste. A regular performer at local Manhattan venues, Kingsley utilizes the intimate settings as a canvas to refine his musical flair and keep his connection with his audience personal. He may not be a superstar (yet), but to underestimate Theo Kingsley would be like dismissing a New York slice - a regrettably big mistake.
When You Hold Me
Theo Kingsley
When you hold me
It's paradise (paradise)
I feel so free (la-la-la)
Body moves slow to the melody
Mhm-mm
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
And everything stops
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mm
Every time when you hold me
(It's the place where I go)
Every time when you hold me
(Every time it's the place where I go)
Every time when you hold me
(It's the place where I go)
When you hold me
Ooh
The sun shines bright
I can see it in your eyes
But I just can't burn daylight
'Cause the thought of you gets me so high
A perfect combination
I'm locked in my flirtation
Don't need a grand occasion
Just meet me in the sunlight
Baby
When you hold me
It's paradise
I feel so free
La-la-la-la-la-la
When you hold me
It feels like paradise
CREDITS
Performer: Theo Kingsley
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Wish You Well
Junai Elen
Verified Artist
Junai Elen
Turn up the volume, kids, 'cause we're about to delve into the sonic world of Junai Elen, the independent dance music artist with an unmistakably Eastern flare to her beats that'll have you both bobbing your head and searching for the meaning of life. With the name Elen bouncing off from the concrete heart of Tokyo, Japan, it's no surprise her sound is as energetically charged as the city's pulsating nightlife.
Junai exploded onto the indie dance scene like a sushi roll on a 5-alarm fire. Her tunes, a dynamite mix of insistent beats and whimsical lyrical narratives; imagine Walt Whitman having a dance-off with Avicii. The lighthearted "Wish You Well" is a prime cut of this intoxicating blend, a melodic chicane that leads you straight to Hope Avenue, her music's quintessential street.
Dont be fooled, Junai might not have the star-studded mansion or the paparazzi onslaught, yet. But she's sculpted a career from making her followers dance, dream and dare to hope through music. As unpredictable as Tokyo rush hour, and just as exhilarating, Junai Elen is the independent dance music artist who's whipping up a storm one beat at a time.
Get your smart shoes on and join Junai's journey. It's a ride interspersed with humor, your heart pounding to the beat, and at every turn, there's an insistent hopefulness that says, it's going to be okay. After all, you're in the party with Junai Elen - and she wishes you well.
Wish You Well
Junai Elen
I ran into someone I used to love
It wasn't enough
And now we don't talk
I asked him if he was doing well
He said
"Can't complain
I'm going through hell"
You were hard to love
You were harder to lose
I lost you and me
And now I lost you
I hope you get what you want
I hope you get what you need
I hope that one day you find what you seek
Oh
I wish you well
Hope you make it out of your personal hell
Hope you get your life in line with the life that you planned
Hope you find what you lost with the love of your life
And I hope she's alright
Hope you never need a girl like me again
I was hard to love
I was harder to lose
I lost you and me
And then I lost you
You gave me everything
I didn't know what to do
I was busy chasing ghosts while I was chasing you
Oh
I wish you well
Hope you make it out of your personal hell
Hope you get your life in line with the life that you planned
Hope you find what you lost with the love of your life
And I hope she's alright
Hope you never need a girl like me again
I hope you get your mind right
Hope you sleep through the night
Hope you meet someone new and get your family right
Hope you find what you lost with the love of your life
And I hope she's alright
Hope you never need a girl like me again
CREDITS
Performer: Junai Elen
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Catastrofe
Ra Rauw 42
Verified Artist
Ra Rauw 42
Ra Rauw 42 is a Berlin-based hip hop trio redefining what underground sound means in the heart of Europe. Formed in 2022, the group brings together three contrasting forces: Jonas “JZ” Klinke, a battle-scarred lyricist raised on Neukölln’s street corners; Felix “Nebula” Brandt, an analog synth hoarder with a soft spot for East German radio textures; and Lina “Vel” Morgenstern, a conservatory dropout whose icy vocals and haunting hooks give the group its signature edge.
Their paths crossed at a chaotic warehouse rave in Friedrichshain. JZ was freestyling through the fog machine, Nebula hijacked the aux cable to drop a grime bootleg, and Vel—originally just photographing the night—ended up singing the hook that silenced the crowd. That spontaneous moment led to their first studio session, where “Catastrofe” was born.
“Catastrofe”, their explosive debut single, dropped exclusively on Filodyo, bypassing traditional platforms in a deliberate move to keep their sound raw and uncensored. It’s not just a song—it’s a signal. Ra Rauw 42 isn’t asking for attention. They’re taking it.
Catastrofe
Ra Rauw 42
Ra-Rauw
Raul Alejandro
Austin Baby
Chris Jedi
Gaby Music
Dime
Baby
I don't think I'll survive until the weekend
She wants me to become vegan
Your girlfriend
My favorite stripper
She's a little prettier
But just as toxic as you
I met you at a club in Medellin
I wanted to put you in a Lamborghini (Woh woh woh woh)
'Cause she's a party girl (Party girl)
And I gave her a pill (I gave her a pill woh)
I just have a message for you (Message)
I don't want to see you again
Have a good life (Have a good life)
I hope you lose your wallet (Hope you lose your wallet)
And you cry over every song (Oh my God)
I hope you run out of gas (Gas)
Your favorite song gets deleted (Gets deleted)
And your flight gets canceled (Gets canceled)
And you have a catastrophic night (Catastrophic night)
I hope you get a flat tire (Flat tire)
Your period is delayed for ten days (Delayed for ten days)
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled (Gets spoiled)
And you have a catastrophic night (And you have a catastrophic night)
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
I don't think I'll survive until the weekend (Until the weekend)
She wants me to become vegan (Vegan)
Your girlfriend
My favorite stripper (Oh my God)
She's a little prettier
But just as toxic as you (Baby)
I met you at a club in Medellin (Medellin)
I wanted to put you in a Lamborghini (Lamborghini)
(Woh woh woh woh)
'Cause she's a party girl (Party girl)
And I gave her a pill (Gave her a pill woh)
(Oh oh oh)
(Oh oh oh)
I just have a message for you (Message)
I don't want to see you again
Have a good life (Have a good life)
I hope you lose your wallet (Hope you lose your wallet)
And you cry over every song (Oh my God)
I hope you run out of gas (Gas)
Your favorite song gets deleted (Gets deleted)
And your flight gets canceled (Gets canceled)
And you have a catastrophic night (Catastrophic night)
I hope you get a flat tire (Flat tire)
Your period is delayed for ten days (Delayed for ten days)
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled (Gets spoiled)
And you have a catastrophic night (And you have a catastrophic night)
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
And you have a catastrophic night
(And you have a catastrophic night)
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
And you have a catastrophic night
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled
CREDITS
Performer: Ra Rauw 42
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 Our Eyes
Wyatt Blake
Verified Artist
Wyatt Blake
Wyatt Blake is a bold new voice in New Country, blending heartfelt storytelling with the grit of heartland rock. With his deep, rugged vocals and a knack for turning simple moments into anthems, he captures the spirit of small-town dreams and the open road. Raised in Tennessee, Wyatt grew up surrounded by the echoes of old country records and the hum of engines rolling down backroads. His music reflects that journey—nostalgic, raw, and always searching for something just out of reach.
His breakout single, "Fire In Our Eye," is a powerful anthem about youth, hope, and the moments that shape us. Built on driving acoustic melodies and a steady beat, the song paints a picture of restless nights, burning ambition, and the realization that time moves faster than we ever expect. With lyrics that cut straight to the heart and a chorus built to be belted out under an open sky, "Fire In Our Eye" is already resonating with fans who know what it means to chase a feeling they can never quite hold onto.
Wyatt's music is a bridge between the past and present—honoring the classic country greats while pushing the genre forward with a fresh, unfiltered sound. Whether he’s singing about love, loss, or the miles left to go, one thing is certain: he’s got a story to tell, and the world is listening.
Wyatt Blake isn't just another country singer—he's a voice for those who still believe in chasing something bigger. 🚗🔥🎶
Fire In Our Eyes
Wyatt Blake
Plastic rings and paper planes
Chasing stars with different names
Thought the world would stay so bright
Didn’t know we’d lose the light
Golden days they fade so fast
Running wild but it don’t last
Still I hear that distant call
Echoes bouncing off the walls
Back then we had fire in our eyes
Shooting high never questioning the sky
Didn’t see the cracks below
Now we’re dancing in the afterglow
Took a train to nowhere towns
Laughed so hard we spun around
Didn’t care what lay ahead
Now we chase what once was said
Golden days they fade so fast
Running wild but it don’t last
Still I hear that distant call
Echoes bouncing off the walls
Back then we had fire in our eyes
Shooting high never questioning the sky
Didn’t see the cracks below
Now we’re dancing in the afterglow
If I could touch the past somehow
I’d hold it tight I’d call it loud
But time don’t stop it moves right through
Leaves you chasing what you knew
Plastic rings and paper planes
Falling fast like summer rain
Close my eyes and see it all
A fading voice a childhood call
CREDITS
Performer: Wyatt Blake
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.
