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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 105417 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.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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Time to Get Loose
Martian Mark

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Martian Mark
Mark Martian is one of the most elusive figures in the music world, and his mysterious persona has left many fans wondering—could he really be from Mars?

Known for using the alias Martian Mark during his collaborations, this enigmatic producer has somehow managed to evade the spotlight completely. No interviews, no photos, no videos—Mark is practically a ghost. Some say it’s part of his brand, while others speculate wildly. Who knows?

Maybe while Elon Musk dreams of building colonies on Mars, Mark’s already here, quietly making beats after hitching a ride from the Red Planet’s first neighborhood.

Despite the secrecy surrounding him, one thing’s clear: Mark’s music speaks volumes. His deep house tracks pulse with interstellar vibes, his pop productions are out-of-this-world catchy, and his funk grooves are, well, otherworldly.

Whether he’s blending cosmic synths with soulful beats or dropping funk-infused rhythms, his style keeps listeners hooked and guessing. You can hear his work across platforms, but his music truly shines on Filodyo, where you might catch the next great Martian anthem—if he doesn’t beam it up first.
Track(s)
Time to Get Loose 75861 03:20
Far From Here (ft Alex Wohan) 2961 02:42
To Be Or Not To Be 1879 02:11
Time Changed Us 3050 02:57
My Guitar in French House 2984 03:17
Wild Adventure 2099 02:08
He's Wild And Free 2799 02:37
Our Love is Born 2265 02:33

Time to Get Loose

Martian Mark


It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose

Hit the floor
Drop it low
Raise the roof
Lose control
Time to go
Take it slow
Bring it back
Give me more
No need to run
Baby
Don't be scared
The night's still young
We can dance all night

When it gets to be too much
Let the bass kick in
When you're feeling out of touch
Let the bass kick in

It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose

Find a way
Take a chance
Turn around
Take my hand
We can go
Find a place
Move your body
Pick up the pace
No need to run
Baby
Don't be scared
The night's still young
We can dance all night

When it gets to be too much
Let the bass kick in
When you're feeling out of touch
Let the bass kick in

It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Strong City Woman
Viktoria Klein

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

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

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

It’s near impossible to walk away from a Viktoria Klein track without a spring in your step or, at the very least, a glazed look of contentment. The alternative scene may be awash with talent but no one quite offers the Viktoria Klein experience – a merry romanticism that leaves heartache outside the nightclub door, making sure your ears are filled with nothing but good times. Watch out world, there’s a new 'Strong City Woman' in town!
Track(s)
Strong City Woman 2255 02:29

Strong City Woman

Viktoria Klein


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

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

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

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

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

Strong woman can’t be confined not loveless

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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On the Road Again
Sara Durian

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Sara Durian
Sara Durian is Germany’s undisputed disco queen, electrifying dance floors since the early 2000s with her glitter-drenched beats and futuristic soul. Born in Düsseldorf and raised on a steady diet of Kraftwerk, Donna Summer, and underground Berlin house parties, Sara blends retro grooves with neon-drenched modernity. Her signature sound? A cosmic fusion of French touch, Eurodisco, and synth-heavy pop—unmistakably hers, instantly addictive.

From smoky Berlin clubs to Tokyo fashion runways, Sara has turned every stage into a mirrorball-lit sanctuary. Her voice—sultry, robotic, divine—has been sampled by countless DJs but never duplicated. Whether she’s spinning vinyl or headlining queer festivals across Europe, Sara owns the night like a shimmering phantom of funk.

Still active and more radiant than ever, her legacy is not nostalgia—it’s now. With platinum blond curls and chrome stilettos, she struts through time with a wink and a bass drop.

Her mantra? “All drama, all disco.”
Track(s)
On the Road Again 85621 02:31

On the Road Again

Sara Durian


You had me sold with a whisper
Pulled me close
Said
"You're my best friend"
Now I'm standin' on the shoulder
Of the highway while you're leavin' again

Well
Baby
Don't worry about me
I got my boots and my keys
I got everything I need
And when my thumb gets me home
I'm gonna go out on my own
Gonna find my rainbow's end
And I'll be on the road again

You packed me up in the morning
After you picked me up in the night
And I know you didn't mean it
When you said you were my last ride

Well
Baby
Don't worry about me
I got my boots and my keys
I got everything I need
And when my thumb gets me home
I'm gonna go out on my own
Gonna find my rainbow's end
And I'll be on the road again

Well
When I get to heaven
I'm gonna know
'Cause it's gonna look like New Mexico

And
Baby
Don't worry about me
I got my boots and my keys
I got everything I need
And when my thumb gets me home
I'm gonna go out on my own
Gonna find my rainbow's end
And I'll be on the road again

Yeah
I'll be on the road again
Oh
Baby
I'll be on the road again

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Never Barefoot
The Syrphids

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The Syrphids
The Syrphids’ journey began in the vibrant streets of Birmingham, where their distinct sound emerged from a collision of personal influences and bold experimentation.

Each member brings a unique flavor to the band's overall dynamic—blending raw, emotive vocals with intricate guitar riffs, rhythmic basslines, and atmospheric synth layers. Their music strikes a balance between the unpredictability of alternative rock and the infectious melodies of indie pop, creating an eclectic sound that is both challenging and accessible.

What sets The Syrphids apart is their ability to navigate complex emotional themes, delivering lyrics that resonate deeply while still maintaining an undeniably catchy, crowd-pleasing vibe.

Their live performances are a spectacle of energy and emotion, where their chemistry as a band shines brightest. The Syrphids have a knack for turning intimate venues into electrifying spaces, with each song building on the momentum of the last.

Their setlists are carefully curated to take listeners on a journey—whether it's through soulful ballads that tug at heartstrings or high-octane anthems that ignite the crowd. This ability to command the stage has earned them a growing fanbase, not just in Birmingham but across the UK, with audiences captivated by their authenticity and musical craftsmanship.

As The Syrphids look toward the future, their ambitions are clear: to continue evolving their sound while staying true to the experimental roots that first brought them together. With several EPs already under their belt and plans for a full-length album on the horizon, the band is poised to break through to even broader audiences.

Their commitment to innovation, coupled with their undeniable talent, ensures that The Syrphids will continue to be a force in the indie music scene, challenging conventions and capturing the hearts of listeners around the world.
Track(s)
Never Barefoot 150695 04:14
I Carry Your Love 2342 02:54
Single Kiss 2939 02:57
Runnin' Wild 2189 02:30
Hold The Heart With Rap Version) 3179 04:25
Hold The Heart 2908 03:45

Never Barefoot

The Syrphids


I was barefoot in the silence
dreaming of laces I could never tie
They told me “Leave your shoes behind”
but my feet were burning on holy ground

Back then the glass windows whispered
shops were cathedrals I couldn’t enter
Every sneaker a forbidden scripture
every boot a sermon I couldn’t keep
I walked with shadows on the pavement
carrying blisters instead of crowns

Now every aisle feels like confession
plastic bags my rosaries
boxes stacked like psalms unspoken
I kneel but I never pray

I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the echoes of my hunger follow me
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never felt these cracks in me
So I buy another pair I’ll never wear
just to silence the ghost of that child staring
at the glass at the glass at the glass

Leather tongues speak louder than my own
rubber soles drown out my guilt
Every purchase is a broken hymn
every closet a confessional built
I don’t wear them I collect my scars
like trophies of battles I never fought

The past still laces up my ankles
pulling tight with phantom strings
No barefoot freedom in the morning
just a graveyard made of things

I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the echoes of my hunger follow me
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never felt these cracks in me
So I buy another pair I’ll never wear
just to silence the ghost of that child staring
at the glass at the glass at the glass

Empty shoes like empty prayers
lining up my hallway shrine
I am both thief and worshipper
stealing time wasting time

I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the pavement bleeds the silence roars
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never stood in this hunger before
So I’ll keep on buying keep on binding
never fitting never finding…
and the child in the glass walks with me still

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Memory Lane
Nico Laurent

Verified Verified Artist

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

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

Equal parts witty word-spinner and evocative tunesmith, Nico proves that the apple doesn't fall far from the metaphoric tree (and by the sound of it, this apple picked up a guitar on its way down). Nico remembers sitting between piles of books and heaps of cables as a kid, writing stories about robot musicians or sketching out designs for flying guitars, and that imaginative spirit still fuels his music today. So, buckle in and hold onto your hat (the wind in Chicago doesn’t mess around, you know), because Nico Laurent is just getting started, and this is one ride you won't want to miss.
Track(s)
I’m Not The One 2698 02:48
Raindrops In Ruby 3104 03:19
Memory Lane 2484 02:24

Memory Lane

Nico Laurent


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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The Land of No Tomo...
Marco Bellini

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Marco Bellini
Meet Marco Bellini, the gleaming lone star of the independent dance scene, making you forget any sorrow with his upbeat tunes. Born and raised under the swaying palm trees of Naples, Italy, Bellini crafts sonic euphoria like no other.

Our man Bellini did not find his love in the stomping grounds of Naples’ electrifying night scene. Instead, the sun-soaked streets, vibrant markets, and the rhythmic cadence of the Mediterranean waves stirred something deep. This culminated in his irresistible brainchild—"The Land of No Tomorrow"—a track so hopelessly optimistic that it made the Billboard's 'Sad Songs' list for the sheer irony.

Marco, with his deft touch, keeps it simple—'Simple is the new sexy,' he once quipped, half-twirling his pencil-thin moustache. He convinces you there's always a dance party waiting around the corner, even in a world that often sounds like a broken record. His tunes are a sonic Piña Colada—sweet, refreshing, and leaving you high on life. As Marco himself proclaims, "a tempo that resonates with the heartbeat of joy, that's my journey's end."
Track(s)
The Land of No Tomorrow 68268 02:38

The Land of No Tomorrow

Marco Bellini


There's a place where I can go
When I feel the world closing in
Take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
Where no one's ever been

I know I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight

And it feels like I'm falling
But you tell me I'm flying
I was feeling so low
Now you got me high

I know I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight

'Cause when I am with you
There's no sadness or sorrow
I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Static on the Line
Ryder James

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Ryder James
Ryder James is a rising pop-soul artist whose warm vocals and timeless style bridge the gap between classic soul storytelling and modern pop production. With a voice that carries both grit and grace, he creates songs that feel instantly familiar yet refreshingly new.

His debut single, Static on the Line, is a captivating blend of heartfelt lyricism and smooth, groove-driven instrumentation. Produced by Filodyo and released exclusively on NOT FM, the track showcases Ryder’s ability to turn everyday moments into powerful musical narratives.

Raised on a steady diet of soul legends and contemporary pop innovators, Ryder brings authenticity and emotional depth to every performance. Static on the Line is more than just a song—it’s an introduction to an artist who is here to connect, move, and inspire listeners worldwide.
Track(s)
Static on the Line 148788 03:46

Static on the Line

Ryder James


Mmm… yeah
Turn it up

Found your note between the bills folded twice
Three crooked letters never said it nice
Kitchen radio is drifting off-time
Wrong station playing but it suits the night

I dial your number — hear a click then air
Flashing digits on the stove just stare
Every heartbeat in my chest misaligns
Still I’m listening for a sign

There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line

City bus sighs at a midnight stop
Paperback angel at a corner shop
Borrowed coat hangs wide on my frame
Pockets full of change and a half-drawn name

Counting rail ties stepping over goodbyes
Copper on my tongue from unspoken replies
I hold my breath as if it might realign
What keeps crossing in my mind

There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line

Maybe I’m a bent antenna in a storm I knew
Turn me just a single degree — I point back to you
If the signal fades and the bars go blind
Call me by the name you underlined

Line… line… static on the line
(Keep talking)
Line… line… static on the line

There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line

Mmm… tune me in
Static on the line

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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What’s It Made Of?
LYA

Verified 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.
Track(s)
What’s It Made Of? 197636 02:36

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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All for One Y.
Ayvenn

Verified Verified Artist

Ayvenn
Ayvenn was born and raised in Clearwater Heights, a quiet hillside town in Georgia where music wasn’t just background noise — it was how people coped, celebrated, and remembered. From Sunday gospel choirs to late-night Latin radio, the sounds around him shaped a boy who rarely spoke, but always listened. In silence, he learned to interpret the world. And when he began writing lyrics, it wasn’t about performance — it was about decoding feelings he couldn’t name.

Fusing Pop and R&B with understated Latin textures, Ayvenn crafts music that feels more like film than formula. His voice is warm, restrained, and precise — a narrator of emotional undercurrents rather than explosions. Each track unfolds slowly, deliberately, like memories coming into focus. There’s clarity in his subtlety, weight in his pauses.

His breakout song, “All for One Y.” was born from an unexpected connection. Hakan E — the mind behind Filodyo, known for his instinct in spotting rare talent — reached out after hearing early demos from Ayvenn. He sent a short message and a concept: “This isn’t a love song. It’s a math problem.” That idea resonated deeply. To Ayvenn, the X’s weren’t just variables — they were past mistakes, unanswered questions, the people he couldn’t quite hold onto. And the “Y”? The reason he kept trying.

Ayvenn recorded the song in a single late-night session, layering vocals with surgical attention, pulling tension from silence, and shaping each detail until it echoed with something intimate and real. To Solve for Y isn’t just a debut — it’s an internal dialogue turned outward, crafted for anyone who’s ever tried to explain a feeling they didn’t fully understand.

Now, Ayvenn is building a sound that’s emotionally meticulous, sonically immersive, and unmistakably his own. Every track is a quiet revelation. Every heartbreak, every wrong turn — part of the formula. And somewhere, at the end of it, is the answer. Always her.
Track(s)
All for One Y. 127911 04:18

All for One Y.

Ayvenn


Uuuh
Aaaa
I had the chalk I had the board
Thought I knew what I was fighting for

I mapped it out like a perfect line
Variables dancing in my mind
Tried to graph where you might be
But love don’t fit no geometry

Slopes and curves they lied to me
No formula for what you see
You’re that value off the grid
And I solved what no one ever did

Every X I tried to crack
Led me closer no way back
Thought I had it all misread
But you were waiting up ahead

You don’t know how many Xs I had to break
To get one inch closer to Y (uh-huh)
I carried numbers like they were names
Till the moment you met my eye (ooooh)
It’s a mess of signs and endless tries
But now your logic redefines (yeaaah)
You don’t know how many Xs I had to face
Just to solve for a single Y

(Uuh uuh — that single Y)
(Aaah all those Xs I tried)

Circle back erase the trace
You’re the answer that now holds its place
I tried dividing all the pain
But you were constant in the rain

Was it sine or just a sign?
You curved in at the perfect time
I drew a heart inside the square
And this time you were really there

I factored in the nights alone
Calculated love unknown
But this equation found its truth
When all the numbers pointed to you

I reduced and simplified
You multiplied what’s deep inside
Left the questions in the dust
Now the formula is us

You don’t know how many Xs I had to break
To find the one and only Y (yeah yeah)
I carried numbers like they were names
But you gave meaning to the why (no no)
It’s a mess of signs and endless tries
Now it all aligns no need to lie (uh-huh)
You don’t know how many Xs I had to face
Just to solve for a single Y

(Uuh that final Y)
(Aaaah no more Xs I…)

Maybe you were undefined
In the limits of my mind
An asymptote I chased in vain
Till you stood right in the frame

You don’t know how many Xs I had to break
To stand here holding onto Y
I carried numbers like they were weights
But now the answer meets the sky
The signs were loud the tries were wild
But now I see the reason why
You don’t know how many Xs I had to face
Just to know that Y was you

(Uuh you’re my Y)
(Aaaah it’s always been you)

So I drop the pen the work is done
You were the proof the only one
No more math no more try
You’re my answer — you’re my Y

CREDITS
Performer: Ayvenn
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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I’m The Lighter
Elira Vayne

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Elira Vayne
With a name synonymous with the hauntingly beautiful waters of Ohrid, North Macedonia, Elira Vayne is your go-to dance diva with a twist. Part French, part Albanian, and 100% maverick, Vayne gives dance music a refreshing Balkan edge.

Born to the lullaby of a mandolin on Ohrid's shores, Elira was raised with the zest of Albania and the charm of France running through her veins. As if algae-ridden waters and sun-lit picnic spots out of posters whispered into her ears, everyone wondered, "Does Ohrid govern the sounds she creates?" And in a quaint voice, she would almost always blush and say, "Mais oui, and a bit of Marseille jazz too."

By the time teenage took over, the rhythm of the mandolin turned to jazz in the pulsating heart of Marseille. There, in a music sklearnamediciabacked alley bistro turned vocal studio, she trained some more in the gallant art of French jazz vocals. Little did she know that her cultural potpourri would give birth to a new music sensation: the vivacious tones of French Electronica blended with raw Balkan folklore.

Never leaving her roots far behind, each album cover of Elira's embroiders a rich tapestry of Balkan texture. In contrast, her songs hum with the vibe of French electronic dance music, mostly with her biggest hit yet, "I'm The Lighter". You can feel the happy energy as potent as the Ohrid sun, making her music a cocktail of infectious melodies under the umbrella contract of Filodyo. And quite frankly, it's this sun-soaked, high spirited party in the Byzantines' backyard that sets Elira Vayne on a league above your usual dance floor DJs.
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I’m The Lighter 60536 02:30

I’m The Lighter

Elira Vayne



Cracked screen no calls today
Left the charger on the train
They said time would wash it out
But my clock’s been playing games

Can’t decode your morse-like moods
Every tone’s a sharp excuse
I lit fires you never saw
Guess it’s time to cut it loose

Let me breathe without your shadow (ah)
Every step I’m climbing higher (yeah)
Didn’t fold didn’t borrow
I’m the spark I’m the lighter
(wooh ay-ay let it burn)

Calendar full of crossed-out plans
Turned the silence into stance
No parade no grand goodbyes
But I danced inside the crash

Used to bend till I dissolved
Now I sculpt from where I broke
This new world don’t need your laws
I evolve and I revoke

Let me breathe without your shadow (mmm)
Every step I’m climbing higher (uh)
Didn’t fold didn’t borrow
I’m the spark I’m the lighter
(yeah-yeah wooh let it burn)

Ooh-ohh ohh
No more codes to crack
I’m off this map

CREDITS
Performer: Elira Vayne
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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