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You Left Your Name ...
Wade Hollis
Verified Artist
Wade Hollis
Wade Hollis doesn’t chase the spotlight — he moves through the world like a shadow at dusk, quietly carving songs out of silence and sand. Born somewhere between the border towns of New Mexico and West Texas, he grew up surrounded by static-filled radio, motel ceilings, and the hum of distant freight trains.
His voice is weathered, like desert wood — raw, honest, and unpolished. Every lyric he writes feels like a road he’s driven a hundred times and still doesn’t fully understand. There’s no big team behind him, no hometown hero narrative. Just a guitar, a gravel road, and the ache of never quite belonging.
Hollis doesn’t stream anywhere else. His music lives exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, like postcards from a place most people drive past but never stop to feel. If you’ve ever stared out of a car window at 2 a.m. and felt both free and completely lost — you’ve already heard Wade Hollis, whether you knew it or not.
You Left Your Name Open
Wade Hollis
You never closed the salt jar tight
Your chair still leans to the left
The spoon you used is upside down
Like it forgot your breath
The balcony plant asks less light now
The floor knows where you stood
My shirts all hang a little wrong
Like fabric understood
You left your name open—
In the drawer in the rug in the swing
It creaks your rhythm
Not a ghost—just a string
You left your name open—
And it hums when I cook when I think
It’s not heartbreak
It’s ink
The fruit went soft before I ate
I saved it like a dare
The faucet sings in your old tone
Like grief pretending care
You left your name open—
Not screaming not lost not loud
Just tucked in sounds
That don’t need a crowd
You left your name open—
No frames no shrine no drink
Just weightless
But it sinks
I live around you
Like pages live around a word
Not erased
Just blurred
CREDITS
Performer: Wade Hollis
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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In a Bottle
Anneliese Bauer
Verified Artist
Anneliese Bauer
'''Anneliese Bauer''' is a vibrant independent artist renowned for her distinctive blend of thematic musical narratives. With a style as unique as her personality, she has been fascinating audiences across small town venues with her enchanting tunes and dynamic performances.
Raised in a household where music was a staple item alongside bread and butter, Bauer's affinity to music surfaced as naturally as her ability to provoke a hearty chuckle. Her folksy demeanor - a whimsical mix of unfiltered sarcasm and debonair charm - is flawlessly translated into her tunes that are both catchy and sometimes ambiguously profound. Similar to a good detective novel, Bauer's songs can keep the listeners guessing - and laughing - to the very end.
A native troubadour, her performances are a refreshing experience akin to drinking homemade lemonade on a sultry afternoon. But don't let her humble stages fool you; Bauer's music packs a formidable punch. One that's earned her a dedicated local following and is growing to include everyone who's had the chance to tap their feet to her tuneful narratives. ''In a Bottle'', one of her more notable songs, captures her musical prowess in a bottle, immersing the listener in a melodic journey of poignant storytelling punctuated with harmonies that ring long after the song ends.
Every decade witnesses a new wave of artists and Anneliese Bauer certainly makes her own waves. Bauer's craft is more than just making music; she creates memorable experiences woven into the very fabric of her artistry. She didn't crash the indie scene, she sauntered in, mandolin in hand, and smiled her way to the beat of her own drum. The passion, the zest, the talent: that's Anneliese Bauer!
In a Bottle
Anneliese Bauer
Through the Mississippi River
Cold Chicago North Wind
Sailing down the Gulf of Mexico
I've got
Something to say
Floating in a bourbon-filled bottle
My own message in a bottle
I've got
Something to say
What if you could find it?
Then someone would know
What if you ignore it?
Then no one would know
Pick it up from the Atlantic Ocean
No matter what you do
If you leave it unopened
I'll have
Nothing to say
What if you don't find it?
Then no one will know
What if you could listen?
Then someone would know
What if this was my only chance?
How could I tell you?
There is so much left to say
So much I want you to know
CREDITS
Performer: Anneliese Bauer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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I’m Not The One
Sienna Marlowe
Verified Artist
Sienna Marlowe
Born and bred in the heart of Italy, Sienna Marlowe is a singer whose voice echoes with the rich history and timeless elegance of her homeland. As a child, Sienna would trespass into deserted train stations, her little voice echoing off the crumbling walls and intertwining with the rusted whispers of the forgotten railways. Her imagination would paint these forlorn shrieks of metal and dust into an imagined symphony of applause, encouraging her to believe in a world where silence spoke volumes and the stillness of an abandoned platform could become her music's grandest stage.
Passionate and prodigiously talented, Marlowe saw the world through a unique lens, where dreams danced in every corner. Her breakthrough hit, "I'm Not The One," captures this spirit perfectly, weaving a tale of love and perhaps a dash of Italian dramatic flair into an unforgettable, raw, powerful ballad. This song, much like Marlowe's career, is a testament to her innate ability to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, transforming everyday experiences into melodies that tug on heartstrings and tickle the soul. As a music biographer, you can't help but tip your hat to Sienna, who just might shout "Bravissimo!" at a rust-caked railway track, and you'd better believe it would be the most melodious cheer you've ever heard.
The heart of Sienna Marlowe's story is as simple and as complicated as a rusted railway line - it's about finding beauty in the abandoned, and a voice in the silence. Her journey from that deserted train station in Italy to the glamorous spotlight of international fame is a captivating symphony in itself. Hopping on this train of her musical journey, it's impossible not to sway along to the endearing rhythm of Sienna's life, one that serenades us with the notion that music truly knows no bounds – not even a "Do Not Enter" sign at an old train station.
I’m Not The One
Sienna Marlowe
Told me I’d regret it — guess I forgot
Living like a risk you never got
I’ve been spinning hours into peace
While you watch from your retreat
You sip on rules I drink the rain
You dress your truth in borrowed shame
I’m not the one who’s stuck in place
You paint your fear across my face
But I don’t flinch I don’t explain
I dance through thunder sing through pain
You call it chaos — I call it mine
You hold your breath and wait for grace
I jump first I don't brace
Maps never knew my way
Still I find more than you say
You sip on rules I drink the rain
You dress your truth in borrowed shame
I’m not the one who’s stuck in place
You paint your fear across my face
But I don’t flinch I don’t explain
I dance through thunder sing through pain
You call it chaos — I call it mine
Maybe I’m too much for your quiet
But I’m a riot you won’t forget
Keep your calm and curated days
I’ll be gone in brighter ways
CREDITS
Performer: Sienna Marlowe
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
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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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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HOT TRACK
Muoviti Così
Ornella
Verified Artist
Ornella
Ornella grew up in northern Italy, educated in a Catholic girls’ school where silence, discipline, and ritual shaped her early relationship with sound. Choir rehearsals, echoing halls, and the contrast between strict structure and private imagination became part of her musical memory. While others followed the rules, she listened for what existed between them. Her first melodies were written quietly, often late at night, more as reflections than performances.
Her music today carries that same restraint and emotional clarity. Minimal arrangements, warm harmonies, and a voice that never overreaches. Ornella does not chase drama; she lets it arrive on its own. There is a sense of intimacy in her work, as if the listener is allowed into something unfinished and honest. Her releases are available only on Filodyo and NOT FM, where her sound lives without interruption, expectation, or noise.
Muoviti Così
Ornella
La radio sorride piano
La porta gira entra il sole
Tacchi leggeri sul pavimento
Tutto sembra già possibile
Senza dirlo apertamente
Un passo avanti uno indietro
Il ritmo nasce da sé
Non serve fare rumore
Quando il corpo sa perché
Un battito poi due
E tutto parte da qui
Muoviti così
Senza pensarci troppo
Lascia andare
Vieni un po’ più vicino
Muoviti così
Con quel sorriso lì
La giornata cambia
Se la prendi così
Le vetrine fanno l’occhiolino
La città gioca con noi
Ogni sguardo è una promessa
Che non chiede mai di più
La musica entra leggera
Ti prende senza far male
È una danza quotidiana
Che ti viene naturale
Un battito poi due
Il resto viene da sé
Muoviti così
Senza pensarci troppo
Lascia andare
Vieni un po’ più vicino
Muoviti così
Con quel sorriso lì
La giornata cambia
Se la prendi così
Ah
Così va bene
Ah
Non serve altro
Muoviti così
La radio resta accesa
CREDITS
Performer: Ornella
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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All That Shine
Paint the Moon Slow
Verified Artist
Paint the Moon Slow
For those whose hearts beat a little faster after dark, meet Paint the Moon Slow, the genre-defying trio lighting up the dance floor with rhythmically pulsating songs brimming with late-night sparkle. The group draws its moniker from a whimsical mix of cosmic awe and the unhurried charm from their native city, the lunar-graced town of Slowville.
Even though their name might lead you to believe they're about slow, soul-crushing tunes, don't be fooled; they're far from a slowcore. Instead, they intertwine cosmic shimmers into their globally influenced, mid-tempo funk-pop. Frontwoman Cleo Maren delivers vocals both gruff and rosy, a blend of smoky lounge and roller-rink diva, backed by synth maestro Rhea Dax and rhythm fanatic Jo "Kicks" Tanaka, creating anthems that twinkle with retro beats and lyrical audacity under neon lights.
Their most notable song, "All That Shine", is a dashing number that perfectly embodies their sonic aesthetic, brimming with upbeat rhythms that evoke a cheeky, happy-go-lucky mood. As contract artists with Filodyo, Paint the Moon Slow are aligning the stars for a new era of dance music. Stay tuned for more luminous offerings from these maestros of mirth, groove, and exceptional starlit tunes. Welcome to the Paint the Moon Slow universe – it’s a happy place.
All That Shine
Paint the Moon Slow
Every win costs more than it shows
Smiles on screens but nobody knows
Counting steps in designer doubt
Applause fades when the lights go out
All that shine (yeah)
burns cold by dawn (so cold)
Still I move (keep it movin’)
still I’m gone (I’m gone I’m gone)
I built a world from nothing at all (from the ground up)
Paved my name on a silent wall (can you see it?)
They cheer the rise not the climb (uh-huh)
But I’ve been bleeding into time (so deep so long)
[Instrumental Break]
Phone full of names I don’t call
Rooms packed tight but I feel small
I keep my truth behind gold frames
Success is a house with shifting names
All that shine (yeah)
burns cold by dawn (so cold)
Still I move (keep it movin’)
still I’m gone (I’m gone I’m gone)
I built a world from nothing at all (from the ground up)
Paved my name on a silent wall (can you see it?)
They cheer the rise not the climb (uh-huh)
But I’ve been bleeding into time (so deep so long)
Don’t envy thrones you’ve never sat
You won’t feel full chasing that
I built a world from nothing at all
Paved my name on a silent wall
They cheer the rise not the climb
CREDITS
Performer: Paint the Moon Slow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
Still Holding On
6 Brokens
Verified Artist
6 Brokens
6 Broken came together in New York through chance encounters, shared apartments, and long conversations that stretched past midnight. None of them arrived with a plan to form a band. They met through friends, studios, and half-finished ideas, slowly realizing they were circling the same emotional territory. New York shaped them not as a backdrop, but as a pressure. The noise, the distance, the constant sense of movement seeped into how they wrote and how they listened.
Their music leans into restraint rather than release. Clean arrangements, patient melodies, and lyrics that leave space for interpretation. 6 Broken avoids obvious drama, letting tension live quietly inside the songs. There is an awareness of vulnerability without turning it into spectacle. Each member carries a different perspective, and those differences remain audible rather than polished away.
What defines 6 Broken is their refusal to rush. Songs unfold at their own pace, shaped by late-night demos, unfinished thoughts, and the feeling of standing still while a city moves around you. Their work is available exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, where subtlety has room to exist and music does not need to announce itself to be heard.
Still Holding On
6 Brokens
Morning hits the window late
Coffee’s cold but I feel awake
Your name’s still on my playlist
Didn’t mute it didn’t break it
I learned how silence sounds
When you’re not around
But it’s lighter than I thought
Guess I figured something out
I don’t need a sign tonight
No big speech no rewrite
Just walking straight ahead
With the things you never said
I don’t need a brand new heart
Mine still works just different parts
Some are louder some are calm
Still beating still holding on
I don’t need a clean restart
Just a little open space to start
I’m okay where I am
Yeah I’m better than I planned
City moves at normal speed
People laughing next to me
Nothing feels dramatic now
And that’s what I like about it somehow
Your jacket’s gone I kept the time
Not the fights not the lines
I don’t miss the way we broke
Just the jokes we never wrote
No more circling the same streets
No reruns in my head this week
I’m not running I’m not late
Just finally on my way
I don’t need a brand new heart
Mine still works just different parts
Some are louder some are calm
Still beating still holding on
I don’t need a clean restart
Just a little open space to start
I’m okay where I am
Yeah I’m better than I planned
If you ever wonder how I’ve been
I sleep fine I breathe fine
I learned how to let things end
Without losing who’s inside
I don’t need a brand new heart
No repair kit no fresh start
It’s been tested it’s been tried
Still alive on the inside
I don’t need to change the past
Just move forward slow and fast
I’m okay where I stand
Yeah I’m better than I planned
Better than I planned
Still here still me
Yeah I’m better than I planned
CREDITS
Performer: 6 Brokens
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Runnin' Wild
The Syrphids
Verified Artist
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.
Runnin' Wild
The Syrphids
The swing creaks in the yard long since rusted down
We raced the wind 'til the sun hit the ground
The world was small but it felt so wide
Every secret path we would try to hide
Those days they fade but linger still
Like echoes soft behind the hill
We were runnin' wild barefoot in the rain
No thought of tomorrow no sense of the pain
Laughter in the distance calling our names
Time moved slow but it slipped away
The treehouse crumbled the paint peeled thin
But we climbed it high just to feel the wind
We told ourselves we’d never leave
But dreams grow up just like the trees
Those days they fade but linger still
Like echoes soft behind the hill
We were runnin' wild barefoot in the rain
No thought of tomorrow no sense of the pain
Laughter in the distance calling our names
Time moved slow but it slipped away
The road ahead is paved with change
But those roots they still remain
The swing creaks in the yard but we’ve moved on
Still hear the laughter though the days are gone
CREDITS
Performer: The Syrphids
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
Life Feels Like Mor...
The Faded Ticket Booth
Verified Artist
The Faded Ticket Booth
The Faded Ticket Booth is a four-piece Scottish acoustic group built around a warm, narrative-driven female vocal. Their music leans into everyday poetry rather than spectacle: upright bass, brushed drums, clean acoustic guitar, and voices that feel like shared conversation rather than performance. They sound like a street you’ve walked before but can’t quite place, a melody you remember without knowing when you heard it.
They formed on the quieter edges of Edinburgh’s busking circuits, shaping their sound in places where attention isn’t guaranteed — doorways, market corners, the brief hush that follows passing footsteps. That background taught them presence without volume; phrasing without force; sincerity without staging. Their arrangements remain intentionally uncluttered, preferring atmosphere over punch.
Influenced by the acoustic honesty of late-80s British folk-pop and the conversational phrasing of Eddi Reader, they record with a philosophy of leave the human parts in. Light string squeaks, the breath before a high note, the soft brush of a chord change — if it’s true, it stays. The result isn’t retro, but unhurried; not nostalgic, but familiar in a way that feels quietly earned.
Their recorded work is released in a deliberately limited way: not everywhere at once, not across every platform, but carried by NOT FM and Filodyo as their primary homes, where their catalog lives with the same intention as their songwriting. It isn’t framed as exclusivity for the sake of strategy — just a quieter kind of presence, placed where it feels understood.
Life Feels Like Morning
The Faded Ticket Booth
Sunlight pours like honey in my half-awake cup
Steps on the pavement keep lining me up
A soft little rhythm in the turn of the day
Like my heart learned the world had a kinder way
I don’t need a reason the reason found me
In the quiet of the doorway where the street meets the breeze
Life feels like morning like pages turning warm and slow
Love feels like timing like finding what you didn’t know
If the wind ever falters I’ll steady what I can
Life feels like morning again and again
There’s a stray-cat freedom in the corner of the lane
Windows with stories I can’t quite explain
Paper ships in puddles sailing nowhere grand
But isn’t that a voyage when the map’s in your hand?
I don’t need a reason the reason found me
In the hush before the chorus where the skyline agrees
Life feels like morning like pages turning warm and slow
Love feels like timing like finding what you didn’t know
If the wind ever falters I’ll steady what I can
Life feels like morning again and again
Maybe what we call “arrival” is just learning how to stand
Not to conquer every moment just to meet it where we land
Life feels like morning like chairs pulled out and waiting still
Love feels like timing like the echo of a windowsill
If the wind ever falters I’ll steady what I can
Life feels like morning… again and again
CREDITS
Performer: The Faded Ticket Booth
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Chasing The Rhythm
Nana Bear
Verified Artist
Nana Bear
Surviving on honeycomb cereal and iced coffee, Nana Bear is a dance-obsessed maestro from the city of the Grizzlies: Memphis, Tennessee. Conquering every beat with unabated joy, this indie artist possesses an unmatched ability to tickle your serotonin receptors!
Spending her days daydreaming in Elvis Presley's birthplace turned her into a storyteller with rhythm in her veins. Nana Bear’s journey weaves a tale of a wistful girl who tamed the wild heartbeats of Memphis, transformed them into 'Dance' symphonies, and offered them to the world. All this while under the umbrella of Filodyo, which has given her the freedom to paint her rhythmic dreams on the canvas of life.
"Chasing The Rhythm" is an enchanting melody that best represents Nana Bear; it’s as if she's inviting you to a game of tag through a field of beat blossoms, evoking a sense of joy which bubbles up until you're grinning like an imbecile. A crossover between Dirty Dancing and Fun House, her musical offering is like a kaleidoscope of energetic and euphoric sound waves.
Creativity and humor ride shotgun as she explores the multifaceted realms of the dance genre, infusing it with a joyous twinkle that only a Nana Bear can. Armed with unadulterated enthusiasm, Nana Bear serves a musical feast fostering the happiest mood, inviting you to let your guard down and simply embrace the melody. It's impossible not to be swept up in the vibrant current of this supremely gifted Memphis Grizzly.
Chasing The Rhythm
Nana Bear
Shadows dance where the skyline bends
Concrete veins with a life that blends
A thousand faces stories collide
Searching for meaning in the great divide
Fingers trace lines on a screen of glass
Moments captured but they never last
Every heartbeat a fragile thread
Holds the weight of words unsaid
We’re chasing the rhythm of a fleeting spark
Lost in the noise but lighting the dark
We build we break we rise we fall
A silent anthem for us all
Breath of dawn paints a fragile hue
Between the old and the sudden new
Dreams dissolve then reappear
Mapping the scars we’ve learned to wear
Waves crash loud on the shores of change
Pulling us closer but the tides rearrange
Every heartbeat a fragile thread
Holds the weight of words unsaid
We’re chasing the rhythm of a fleeting spark
Lost in the noise but lighting the dark
We build we break we rise we fall
A silent anthem for us all
Voices hum in a quiet refrain
Echoes of what we can’t explain
The stars above the ground below
Both hold secrets we’ll never know
And when the ashes fall like snow
Will we learn what we didn’t show?
The past is a mirror the future a flame
We’re reflections playing the same game
We’re chasing the rhythm of a fleeting spark
Lost in the noise but lighting the dark
We build we break we rise we fall
A silent anthem for us all
Fading whispers of where we’ve been
A fragile cycle begins again
CREDITS
Performer: Nana Bear
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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