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Loneliness
Elara Stone

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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.
Track(s)
Everyday Weight 221543 04:08
Loneliness 152790 02:57

Loneliness

Elara Stone


The room stays still when I move
Air feels counted slow and exact
My phone facedown on the table
Like it knows I won’t look back

Hours fold into each other
No sharp edges no release
I don’t miss someone specific
I just miss how silence feels

Loneliness isn’t loud
It doesn’t need a scene
It waits until everything stops
And asks me what I mean
Loneliness stays close
Not heavy not kind
Just the shape of being here
With too much time

Walls keep doing what they do
Holding space without a sign
Every thought arrives unfinished
Leaves before it makes a line

I hear life somewhere ongoing
Not mine but near enough
I don’t reach for explanations
I’m already full of them

Loneliness isn’t loud
It never begs or pleads
It sits beside the moment
And lets it be what it is
Loneliness knows my pace
Never pulls never leads
Just walks the length of the night
At the speed I need

If this hour had a voice
It wouldn’t try to stay
It would tell me nothing’s broken
Then quietly move away

Loneliness isn’t loud
It doesn’t ask for proof
It’s not the end of something
It’s just the pause I move through
Loneliness fades on its own
When the timing is right
I don’t solve it tonight
I just let it pass the time

Morning is doing its job
Somewhere I don’t need to see
This night doesn’t owe me answers
It just keeps me company

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

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You Crash
Liora Senvelle

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Liora Senvelle
Soulful indie magic and panache from the heart of France, Liora Senvelle has more to her than what meets the eyes and hits the ears. You may not have heard of her until now, but this French enchantress wants to change that—the independent music world's ultimate contradiction, Senvelle is both peculiarly familiar and enthrallingly foreign.

Hailing from the romantic city of Paris, Liora interprets music like a Monet painting—dabbling melodies and harmonies amidst her sonic tapestry. Clear your mind, put your feet up, and watch the Eiffel Tower in the distance as you lose yourself in Senvelle's sonic portraits. With a humor as rich as a freshly baked croissant and a voice warmer than the French Riviera, she's not your typical chanteuse.

Her standout ballad 'You Crash' is an invitation to a dramatic tête-à-tête with raw, unfiltered emotion. Reminiscent of your first wine-soaked heartbreak, it hits you with a wallop of an oh là là!. Senvelle is climbing that Parisian cobblestone hill to stardom, and it won't be long before she's basking in the glow of the independent music scene's city lights.
Track(s)
You Crash 84333 02:59

You Crash

Liora Senvelle


Turned the locks but you're in again
Midnight eyes that dare pretend
Every breath you take bends the air
Your silence hums like you just don't care

I redraw my lines you blur 'em thin
We're burning out before we begin

You're a signal I can't decode (yeah!)
Static in the way you love then go (woo!)
I keep spinning off your pull
(ahh—ahh)
Still I dive into the cold
You crash I fold
You crash I fold (oh!)

Smoke in the frame but there's no flame
You drop your truths never take the blame
My phone lights up it's you again
And I reply like it's not the end

I redraw my lines you blur 'em thin
We're burning out before we begin

You're a signal I can't decode (yeah!)
Static in the way you love then go (woo!)
I keep spinning off your pull
(ahh—ahh)
Still I dive into the cold
You crash I fold
You crash I fold (oh-oh!)

Wish I could erase you clean (mmm)
But you haunt the spaces in between
I try to mute but I replay
The games you made me play

(oooh—)
No script just damage on delay
(ohh)

You're a signal I can't decode (yeah yeah!)
Static in the way you love then go (woo!)
I keep spinning off your pull
(ahh—ahh)
Still I dive into the cold
You crash I fold
You crash I—fold

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

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Truth Shouts Back
Arem Khenn

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Arem Khenn
Arem Khenn is a minimalist, introspective rap artist whose music exists between control and fracture, moving from slow, restrained beginnings into tightly wound, high-pressure rhyme structures. His work focuses on self-interrogation, memory, and the uneasy line between truth and deception, treating the past as evidence rather than confession.

Rather than offering release, Arem Khenn builds tension, using silence, repetition, and call-and-response moments where the inner voice answers back in single-word shouts. His delivery favors precision over excess, allowing emotional weight to surface without spectacle.

Arem Khenn’s songs are available exclusively on Filodyo, where his catalog remains intentionally contained, resisting overexposure and maintaining a controlled, immersive listening environment. Visually and sonically, he inhabits enclosed, dimly lit spaces, emphasizing honesty, restraint, and unresolved conflict over comfort or resolution.
Track(s)
Truth Shouts Back 241960 04:03

Truth Shouts Back

Arem Khenn


Lights off room breathes heavy thoughts get loud
Mirror talks back but it never tells me how
I built walls just to feel safe inside
Funny how the safest place is where the truth goes to hide

Heart ticking like a bomb with a pause
I’m calm on the surface chaos under the laws
I ask myself questions I don’t wanna hear
If I’m honest with me will I disappear?

I grew up learning silence was strength
Learned to smile wide hide the cracks in the length
Every promise felt borrowed every win felt fake
If I fail on purpose at least it’s my mistake

I carry names they don’t know how to spell
Carry blame like a badge wear it well
I don’t trust my thoughts when they sound too kind
Cause comfort’s just a trap with a pleasant design

Truth feels sharp lies feel warm
I confuse being numb with being calm
Every memory fights to be the boss
Was it discipline building me or fear at a cost?

If I peel back layers what’s left of me?
A man or a mask with good memory?
I hear my past knock I don’t answer calls
But it’s yelling my name through the drywall walls

Tell me what’s real tell me what’s wrong
I been holding my breath way too long
Every lie feels right till the truth comes through
I don’t know who I am but I know it’s not you

Inside my head there’s a war I chose
Between what I show and what nobody knows
When the dark speaks up I answer too

Shout: Truth!
Shout: Fear!
Shout: Me!

I move quick now thoughts double-time
Mind runs laps like it’s training for crime
I edit my feelings like tracks in a mix
Cut the pain low but it still exists

They say heal yourself yeah easy to say
When the damage taught you how to get paid
I monetize pressure I profit from doubt
Turn panic to patterns then scream it out loud

I don’t chase peace I interrogate calm
Ask why it leaves when I’m holding the psalm
I know every trick that my ego plays
Calls survival a crown calls running a phase

I don’t want comfort I want it clear
If I’m broken say it don’t sugar my fear
I been friends with the worst part of me
Now I’m asking if it’s time to leave

If I stop fighting who am I then?
If I stop hurting do I lose my pen?
I don’t trust silence it feels like a test
Like peace is a lie I don’t deserve yet

Tell me what’s real tell me what stays
When the lights go out and the crowd fades
Every voice in my head wants a say
But only one of them tells it straight

I built my name from scars and doubt
From locked doors I had to break out
When the dark speaks up I answer too

Shout: Truth!
Shout: Pain!
Shout: Now!

If I face myself and don’t look away
Maybe fear won’t have the final say
I don’t need saving I need to see
What’s left when the noise stops haunting me

Shout (whispered): Me

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Twilight
Eliza Turing

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Eliza Turing
Straight out of the indie heartland, meet Eliza Turing, the happy-go-lucky troubadour with a knack for knitting melodies that stick to your soul. Turing, unmistakably named in honor of her Silicon Valley roots, is a dose of sunshine in melancholic indie sound, with the main weapon in her musical arsenal being her 'filodyo' in enchanting harmony with her lyrics.

Every indie artist has their quirkiest, and Turing isn’t exempt. Yes, her crafty way of turning our text messages into her songs, it's like she's reading your chatbox through her chords. And yet, she carries an uncanny ability to transcribe these frivolous life ontologies into ballads with resilience and ample generosity – the persona aside her cat-loving nature.

Her standout track "Twilight" is a testament to this, translating the day's end languor into a jovial indie anthem that sets your feet tapping and heart humming. Turing taps into the secret sauce of scoring happiness, infusing a vibrant, peppy melody into her music.

So next time the day weighs heavy, your vibe seeks the indie humming, or perhaps, your feline friend needs a den companion, you know whose Soundcloud account to check out. No autographs, please, Turing only signs on music sheets, with notes, duck!
Track(s)
Bitter 82648 02:54
Twilight 18855 03:19
The Past Keeps Callin' Me 14606 02:18
Still I Try 21468 03:41
The Future’s Ours 17881 02:50
Finding my way 16444 02:50

Twilight

Eliza Turing


Night slips through the alley
Glinting cobblestone
Our steps beat in silence
As we wander the unknown

And we run untamed and wild
No chains can hold us still
The night is ours to conquer
As we bend it to our will

Oh figures in the twilight
Moving with the breeze (with the breeze)
Together we catch fire (we catch fire)
Dancing shadows free (shadows free)

Neon haze surrounds us
Sky without a map
The rhythm pulls us onward
We dance without a gap

With every breath we're rising
No weight to hold us down
The night’s a wave we’re riding
We’re free and never bound

Oh figures in the twilight
Moving with the breeze (with the breeze)
Together we catch fire (we catch fire)
Dancing shadows free (shadows free)

Cool air brushes softly
Words we never say
Lost inside this riddle
No fear to lead our way

Soundwaves ripple through us
Sparks inside our veins
Every move we’re making
Lifts us past the chains

Oh figures in the twilight
Moving with the breeze (with the breeze)
Together we catch fire (we catch fire)
Dancing shadows free (shadows free)

Shadows shadows free
We catch fire yeah
Dancing shadows free
With the breeze with the breeze
Shadows shadows free

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Fire in the Open Air
James Rolly

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

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

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

Today, James Rolly’s music reflects both the scars and the survival. From intimate acoustic sets to explosive full-band performances, he channels every ounce of his history into a sound that’s raw, magnetic, and unapologetically real.
Track(s)
Fire in the Open Air 162676 03:05

Fire in the Open Air

James Rolly


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I move…
I move with the rhythm

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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Albion
Erik Lindholm

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Erik Lindholm
Swedish born and dance-floor dominator, Erik Lindholm, boasts a temperament as lively as his pulsating bass lines. His sonic sensibilities, threaded through every groove in his heart-thumping dance maestro, are as intriguing as the tale of his journey to the top of the beat kingdom.

Raised in the heart of Gothenburg, Lindholm's coming-of-age could be likened to a groovy scandi-noir episode spiced with Abba tracks. His gruff but supportive Fishmonger father, Olaf, served up his son's first taste of rhythm with the flick of his filleting knife, while his samba-loving mother, Ingrid, nurtured his love for infectious cadence. Schooldays were filled with misadventures involving tin-can drum sets, impromptu corridor concerts, and confiscated mixtapes. Bet his bemused math teacher never guessed this rebel with a cause would rise as a dance music sovereign.

Advertising his outright refusal to be pigeonholed, Lindholm's "Albion" is more than an axiom of his sound, it's a representation of his relentless pursuit of reinvention. This dance-infused ode to joy, shimmers with synths, pulsates with kinetic beats and is as intoxicating as a round of round-the-clock-midsummer-Swedish-sunshine. It's a rollicking auditory journey aptly capturing his carpe diem approach to making people move and groove.

Erik Lindholm's music vividly paints a colorful backdrop of effervescent vibes and infectious enthusiasm. And while we could end this with something delightfully corny like, "this Scandinavian sensation is dancing to the beat of his own drum machine," let's leave it at this - Lindholm lives to make hearts thump in sync with his beats, and folks, he sure succeeds.
Track(s)
Albion 18576 03:17

Albion

Erik Lindholm


Why do great times feel so silent
Why do doormen wear rags
Why do women in love
Feel so dead

In a dead world why do great times feel so silent
Over ripped sheet music why do doormen wear rags
On the Pavonia sewers why do women in love
Feel so dead in a dead world
Where Albion is silent where Albion is silent

Why do great times feel so silent
Why do doormen wear rags
Why do women in love
Feel so dead

Why is our pretty nurse standing there
Why that sorry expression on the face of her lover
So I spake to him of womankind
I said here council's floral it svours like the thyme

He said
How could you blame me when I told you it was her
I said
And we know the truth
You're a lover like your father

Later in the painting room as Ripper's painting light
Comes the lover placed by my hand
On the canvas of our wedding night
There a similitude derues your lover's blush tonight
As her florescent eyes explore mine
So remember even flowers are suseptible to night

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Long Distance Line ...
Eli Varnish

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Eli Varnish
Eli Varnish spent most of his life drawing straight lines for crooked cities. As an architect, he designed libraries, train stations, and far too many gray, forgettable office buildings. He was always more interested in light than concrete — the way it moved through windows, shifted on floors, or disappeared behind closed doors. But deadlines piled up, and inspiration gave way to invoices. When he retired at 62, he didn’t throw a party. He just handed in his keys, took the long way home, and listened to the silence.

That’s when the music came back.
In his youth, Eli had played piano quietly — always in private, never in public. Now, with no blueprints to chase, he returned to the keys. Slowly. Gently. A few friends joined him — a bassist who used to drive a bus, a trombonist who sold insurance, and a drummer who once taught math. They started meeting weekly above an old bookstore. No gigs, no names. Just music.

Eventually, they found their way into a small jazz bar — dim, warm, and half-forgotten. That’s where Eli plays now. No spotlight, no talk. Just a glass of red wine, a crooked hat, and a piano that creaks in all the right places. The audience doesn’t clap much. They just nod, like they recognize something they forgot they knew.

Eli doesn’t miss architecture. “Buildings are meant to last,” he says, “but songs... songs are meant to leave.” And so he plays — not to impress, but to remember. To trace old lines in the air. To build something no one can own, but everyone can feel.

Long Distance Line from the Bosphorus

Eli Varnish


I’m calling from a room with peeling paint
A radio coughing out the truth
The kettle screams like it knows my name
Coins on the table none of them are you

The line is bad the night is worse
Somewhere a ferry cuts the dark in two
I got your number on a matchbook
And a voice that still remembers you

The operator’s half asleep
She says “Sir you still there?”
I say “Yeah I’m breathing smoke and prayers
Trying to get through anywhere”

This is a long distance line from the Bosphorus
I got one minute maybe less
If the city don’t swallow my words whole
You’ll hear me say I did my best

Yeah it’s a long distance line from the Bosphorus
The signal shakes the past comes through
If this call drops into the water
Just know I was calling you

There’s a man downstairs selling broken watches
Says time owes him money too
Every streetlight flickers like a bad idea
Every bar knows something I won’t tell you

I saw your face in a cracked mirror
Right next to a stain on the wall
I tried to hang up three times already
But this phone just won’t let me fall

This is a long distance line from the Bosphorus
The clock’s got a loaded gun
If I disappear between the numbers
Just say I was almost done

Hello?
Yeah… it’s me
Listen don’t say my name
The walls here got ears
And the night’s taking notes

It’s a long distance line from the Bosphorus
Static dancing in my head
If you hear silence after this
That’s just the things I never said

The operator counts me down
Five… four… the river wins
Click

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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No Tomorrow Needed
Roxelle

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Roxelle
Roxelle is a Romanian-born singer and songwriter currently based in the United Kingdom. Growing up between Eastern European traditions and Western pop culture, she developed an early fascination with rhythm, melody, and visual storytelling. Her background gave her a distinctive sense of contrast, mixing emotional depth with bold self-expression, something that would later become central to her artistic identity.

After relocating to the UK in her early twenties, Roxelle immersed herself in the underground pop and electronic scenes, refining her sound and performance style. Influenced by modern pop, dance, and subtle R&B textures, she crafts songs that balance confidence with vulnerability. Her vocals move effortlessly between smooth, controlled delivery and striking, attitude-driven hooks, creating a sound that feels both intimate and commanding.

Roxelle’s music explores themes of independence, desire, and emotional resilience, often framed through sleek, contemporary production. Known for her strong visual aesthetic and fashion-forward presence, she approaches music as a complete artistic experience rather than just sound. With a growing catalog of releases, Roxelle positions herself as a new-generation pop artist shaped by movement, migration, and self-definition.
Track(s)
No Tomorrow Needed 231974 03:18
Share This Energy 102085 02:33

No Tomorrow Needed

Roxelle


Heels hit the floor I feel it start
Bass in my chest steady and sharp
No explanations no excuse
I move the room just how I choose

Eyes follow motion not my name
I don’t repeat I don’t stay same

One step closer to the sound
I don’t wait I turn around

I’m on my own tempo
Don’t tell me when to go
I set it I control
Every move every role

I’m on my own tempo
Too fast too slow I know
I hit it right on time
Watch me cross the line

Disco strings rise
Bass keeps talking
Hands in the air
No words just timing

Mirrors shake when I pass through
Every angle feels brand new
No permission no delay
I decide how long I stay

Heat is building in the crowd
I don’t need to say it loud

Count it in feel it land
Everything is in my hands

I’m on my own tempo
Don’t tell me when to go
I set it I control
Every move every role

I’m on my own tempo
Too fast too slow I know
I hit it right on time
Watch me cro

Jacket on I leave it open
Streetlight glow my focus broken
Every sound pulls me in
I don’t ask where we’ve been

I don’t read the signs twice
I move once that’s my advice

If it feels right I don’t slow down
I let the night spin me around

No tomorrow needed
Say it again I mean it (mean it)
No tomorrow needed
I don’t pause I don’t overthink it (no no)

No tomorrow needed
Feel it hit me feel it beat me (beat me)
No tomorrow needed
If I’m in it I’m in it (yeah)

Every step is calculated
Still it looks so effortless
I don’t wait to be invited
I arrive I don’t impress

Crowd reacts I don’t chase
I just take up space

Hear my name inside the bass
I don’t rush I keep my pace

Yeah
She don’t plan it she appear
Whole room shift when she near
No tomorrow in her mind
Only now perfect time

She don’t promise she decide
Every move amplified
I’m just watching from the side
Tryna keep up with her stride

No delay no rewind
She already crossed the line
When she move place complies
That’s the signal that’s the sign

No tomorrow needed
Say it again I mean it (mean it)
No tomorrow needed
I don’t pause I don’t overthink it (no no)

No tomorrow needed
Feel it hit me feel it beat me (beat me)
No tomorrow needed
If I’m in it I’m in it (yeah)

No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
Needed (needed)
No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
I don’t need it (don’t need it)

No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
Needed (needed)
If I want it (if I want it)
I’m in it (I’m in it)

CREDITS
Performer: Roxelle
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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Muoviti Così
Ornella

Verified 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.
Track(s)
Muoviti Così 119878 02:27

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Tales from Harlem
Brick Lords

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

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

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

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

Amidst punchy beats, witty lyricism, and a touch of brick-and-mortar realness, the story of the Brick Lords is as engaging as their music. Resolute in their ambitious deliverance of old school rap, these urban poets have cemented themselves into the solid foundation of Harlem's music scene, and dare we say it, they're brickin' amazing!
Track(s)
Hard Knock Life 67580 02:15
What's Going On (Clean) 15615 02:26
Tales from Harlem 21562 03:58

Tales from Harlem

Brick Lords


Yeah
'bout to enter
A new era of Harlem hip-hop
The streets of Harlem
They tell these stories to me

Struggle
Life movin' fast
Juggle
It's spiral now
That's my soul jumpin' over puddles
Walks down 110th
Whispers of lost lovers
We stand in the midst of the band's discovery
Temptation's just a calm life away from survival
Only thang stay in focus is my rival
Need you
Know what I mean
We shifted our tribe for a fiend
It was a trap but we alive
Need an electric boogaloo
Sippin' matcha tea in Malibu
Staying silent with the crew perhaps
The island be spinning last acts of greed
Gotta see that you may never be my speed

The streets of Harlem
They tell these stories told
With unpolished
Feel me
We gon' crack a code
Get that bag
And then we split it with the load
On Bodega cashers
They gon' know
The streets of Harlem
They tell these stories to me
Raw
From the heart
Straight organically
Get that bag
Then we split it with the family
Bodega cashers
They gon' see

Jump when them cops shout
Some came from outta town
And me
Right here been my home about thirty miles
From the central park
Harlem nights found a crown
Couple that got decrep' and shady with foul actions
I'm in the job that's got me screamin fuck rations
My two feet more than defeat over the soil
When parked up I'm getting spoiled
They had coals on 125th
It was real loyal
Bro goddamn
All of us are grinnin like
"What's your plan?"
Stayin solid down to it when we dead game's gettin a bit nuts
Even the air smellin' like glamour and envy
We bet not get stuck
But come and help us
When the universe give us the chance
We glowed up
New cloth
She said her grandma was elusive too
My gramps
Come see his tape too
He just turned dirt over with his right hand
Fill a pot with plants
Woke up the clan
Blue line

CREDITS
Performer: Brick Lords
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 Not The One
Nico Laurent

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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 16435 02:48
Raindrops In Ruby 19700 03:19
Memory Lane 14530 02:24

I’m Not The One

Nico Laurent


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: Nico Laurent
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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