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Home Sweet Home
Tiny House Rats in

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Tiny House Rats in
Tiny House Rats is a quirky and innovative two-person producer group, known for their minimalist yet powerful soundscapes. Hailing from the cozy suburbs of Copenhagen, Denmark, the duo—Jonas “J.T.” Thorsen and Emil Nilsen—came together over a shared love for blending genres and creating music in the small but vibrant studio they affectionately call "The Rat’s Nest," which happens to be located inside a tiny house they built themselves.

Their name, Tiny House Rats, is a nod to their modest setup, where they prove that you don’t need a massive space to make a big impact in the music world.

Jonas, the technical genius behind the beats, and Emil, the melody mastermind, combine their talents to craft eclectic productions that range from electronic and lo-fi hip-hop to indie pop and experimental ambient music.

Their work is defined by its attention to detail and clever use of sound layering, always making the most of the space they have—both physically and musically. They often describe their music as "controlled chaos," where seemingly random elements come together to form something unexpectedly beautiful.

Tiny House Rats are known for their collaborations with various indie vocalists, weaving their unique sound into each project. Their ability to adapt to different styles while maintaining their signature touch has earned them a growing following, particularly among fans of forward-thinking, genre-blurring music.

With tracks like “Lose Yourself” and “Home Sweet Home” Tiny House Rats are proving that size doesn't matter when it comes to creativity, and their tiny house is producing some of the most interesting sounds on the scene.
Track(s)
Silhouettes in the Rain 1037 01:52
Finding Your Own Way 1102 02:56
Lose Yourself 781 02:37
I'm Rebel With a Cause 1181 02:37
Weekend Screens 614 02:38
Home Sweet Home 5549 03:20

Home Sweet Home

Tiny House Rats in



Whispered winds home's call
Mem'ries bloom hearts enthrall
Fireside dreams warm glow
Far away yet I know
Home's embrace I'll stow
Yearning for where I belong
Echoes sing a childhood song

Misty morns dewy lawn
Familiar paths now withdrawn
Laughter echoes in my mind
Comfort's embrace hard to find
Distance stretches miles long
To my roots I long

Oh home sweet home
Wherever I roam
Your essence I keep
In dreams I sleep
Longing never to cease

Though afar I roam
Home my heart's true home

CREDITS
Performer: Tiny House Rats in
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

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La Sabiduría Calle...
Dos Latinos

La Sabiduría Callejera

Dos Latinos


No hay pupitre ni pizarra mi clase es la ciudad
Cada esquina un maestro cada calle una verdad
Aprendí de los fracasos de la escuela de intentar
Mis diplomas son las cicatrices que el tiempo no borrará

No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico

Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero

Mis compañeros son los sueños mi tarea la realidad
Cada día una página nueva lista para comenzar
En las plazas hallé libros que no se pueden cerrar
En los ojos de la gente historias que enseñan a amar

No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico

Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero

Entre sombras aprendí a encontrar la luz
La resiliencia es mi curso la esperanza mi cruz

No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico

Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero

Cierro los ojos siento el viento cada susurro una lección
En el gran libro de la vida escribo mi propia canción

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

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Summer Romance
Harper Quinn

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Harper Quinn
Meet Harper Quinn, the embodiment of a Chinatown fairytale with a beats-filled twist. Born and raised amidst the flurry of noodle houses and dim sum joints in NYC's throbbing heartbeat, Harper is every bit a child of the Big Apple and the city’s ceaseless rhythm pulses through her music.

Harper is the oldest daughter of a Chinese immigrant family, her father a wizard of culinary arts in one of the busiest kitchens in Manhattan. Her music is a distinct fusion of her rich cultural heritage and the neon grit of New York - think Peking duck served with a side of just-spun electro. With catchy tracks like "Summer Romance", she’s setting the dance genre ablaze and, inadvertently, becoming the sovereign of store playlists nationwide, thanks to a serendipitous contract with Filodyo.

Infused with radiating positivity, Harper’s tunes have the power to transform even the dreariest grocery aisles into club-worthy catwalks. Expect a dose of her irreplaceable mirth in every single beat – the Harper Quinn experience is a joyride on a candy-colored dragon, soaring through the summer's neon haze!
Track(s)
Summer Romance 1071 02:46
Glass of Love 874 03:22

Summer Romance

Harper Quinn


Summertime not another lover like you
We were having fun
How can we be cynical about our destiny
Under an endless sun

Flip a coin toss her mane
Threads of gold go out with the rain
Eclipsed like the northern lights

Summertime
One for the money
Two for the show
And three to laugh about all those
Summertimes a long time ago

Feel the vibe
For a moment just let go
It's the highest you can get
Touched by an angel
Not a devil on your shoulder
No reason to regret

In a car we were riding around
Looking for a party but the deal went down
Another opportunity lost

Summertime
One for the money
Two for the show
And three to laugh about all those
Summertimes a long time ago

Summer sun where did you go?
Now it's the season to be seasoned
Leaving and believing
So in love with the truth
And when we follow evolution
We won't get confused

Summertime
One for the money
Two for the show
And three to laugh about all those
Summertimes that have come and gone
Summertime
One for the money
Two for the show
And three to laugh about all those
Summertimes a long
Long time ago

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

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Falling
Sienna Marlowe

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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.
Track(s)
I’m Not The One 553 03:02
Falling 705 03:44

Falling

Sienna Marlowe


Don't know when it'll fall away
Lighting up just to light the way
Another town on an endless road
And if I go

I hope you will forgive me
Mama
I hope you found your peace
In the place of your taming
Baby
I hope you think of me

The lighter click and the bottle top
The colored sky is now charcoal fog
And somehow
I'm still a child
With the wildfire

I hope you will forgive me
Mama
I hope you found your peace
In the place of your taming
Baby
I hope you think of me

Against all odds
Still stand tall
Tripped and fell
I made a call
And I got back up
Though I'm seasick and half-forsaken
Got one good hand for the other breakin'
And at times
Too much
But
Baby
I'm fallin'

In your arms
I could feel my fate
But the swaying never goes away
And now the girl sits on goat hill
She's mine now still

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

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But North Keeps
The Absents

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The Absents
The Absents are a four-piece synth-pop and modern disco-pop band hailing from Brighton, on the south coast of the United Kingdom. The lineup consists of Elliot Kane (vocals), Ryan Whitford (keyboards & production), Callum Price (bass guitar & synth bass), and Jamie Harlow (guitar & backing vocals). The four met in 2018 at a local music festival, where a late-night jam session revealed a shared passion for blending the melodic elegance of 80s synth-pop with the energy and polish of modern pop production.

Deeply influenced by the infectious hooks and emotive energy of Erasure, The Absents quickly began writing together, crafting songs that pair bright synth textures with tight bass grooves and subtle funk undertones. Their early rehearsals took place in a modest studio near Brighton’s seafront, a space that soon became their creative sanctuary and the birthplace of their signature sound.

In 2019, the band released their debut single, which found its way onto local radio playlists and began circulating through London’s club scene. Known for their vivid light shows, charismatic stage presence, and danceable, high-energy sets, The Absents built a reputation as one of the most exciting new acts in the UK’s pop landscape.

Today, The Absents continue to bridge nostalgia and modernity, reaching audiences far beyond the British Isles. Elliot’s commanding yet soulful vocals, Ryan’s shimmering synth arrangements, Callum’s deep, driving grooves, and Jamie’s melodic guitar lines come together to create a live experience that is as unforgettable as it is electrifying.
Track(s)
When the Noise Fades 101449 04:00
But North Keeps 99129 03:46

But North Keeps

The Absents


Rust runs along the rails to nowhere
Morning stations breathe a scent of iron
Words melt in my hands like shards of ice
Even when I speak it’s someone else’s song

Foreign clocks drag their feet
The wind calls me by names I’ve never worn

This city feels like a mirror I’ve never owned
My steps fall on stones that don’t remember me
I drew a map with the length of my shadow
But north keeps pointing somewhere else

Cracked windows hold the faces of other lives
Salted bread is torn with prayers I can’t translate
I keep the roofs of distant houses in my eyes
But the mailbox stays empty — no one arrives

Foreign clocks drag their feet
The wind calls me by names I’ve never worn

This city feels like a mirror I’ve never owned
My steps fall on stones that don’t remember me
I drew a map with the length of my shadow
But north keeps pointing somewhere else

A ticket in my pocket
Its destination still a stranger
Maybe it’s one-way out
Or just another foreign land

Rust runs along the rails to nowhere
And I keep walking without a border to cross

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

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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With Whom I'm Meeting
Kai Spectrum

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Kai Spectrum
Kai Spectrum is a wizard of the turntables, a maestro of the mixing decks, hailing straight from the vibrant music scene of Almanya. He's not your ordinary DJ, in fact, he may be the only one in history who'd dare to use 'various' and 'vocals' in the same sentence with nothing but charm. Often found nestled in his Almanya studio, Spectrum spends his days (and let's be honest, most of his nights) crafting pulsating beats solely for the ears of his loyal listeners on the enigmatic platform, filodyo.

One of Spectrum's most notable conquests in the music sphere is "With Whom I'm Meeting". A brainchild of Spectrum's unconventional brilliance, this track shows off his knack for layering unexpected vocals over his signature groovy beats. But much like the man himself, this song proves that there's more than meets the eye - or in this case, the ear. For those who listen closely, "With Whom I'm Meeting" whispers a tale of Spectrum's uncanny ability to blur the lines between the sonic and the narrative, making the audience question, just who are they meeting? Rest assured, dear reader, the answer will always be - the music, their own imagination, and the whimsical humor of Kai Spectrum.
Track(s)
With Whom I'm Meeting 329 02:39

With Whom I'm Meeting

Kai Spectrum


Sweat in patches drenching my hoodie
No seduction
Clear as it should be
Although too tired to exercise even
I can walk to the alley or even the other precinct

Was I (And did you even listen?)
Mad like Dad (When I wanted to hold on?)

With whom I'm meeting
On this earth of neon light
Under stardust
The past flickering
But it's getting cold outside

My third lollipop
A fabled bloodsucker
They make fun of me
But it's my true character
Jingle bells outside
Kids in the dark
Can't help but think of home and how it fell apart

Was I (And did you even listen?)
Mad like Dad (When I wanted to hold on?)

With whom I'm meeting
On this earth of neon light
Under stardust
The past flickering
But it's getting cold outside

Nothing's subtle
They've exposed the situation
Here's a summary of the monetization
Buy their cheap toys
Last year's commemorations
And throw it away to save another generation

With whom I'm meeting
On this earth of neon light
Under stardust
The past flickering
But it's getting cold outside

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

© 2025 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 409 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

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Memories
Hazel Vaughn

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Hazel Vaughn
Hazel Vaughn: The pop belle with a twangy accent who managed to steal the hearts of the indie world. She’s the chirpy nightingale from Virginia, whose lyrics remind you of dog-eared diary pages, scribbled in the golden hues of bygone days.

Unlike your cookie-cutter pop stars, Hazel's got a voice that's as rich and comforting as Southern sweet tea. She waltzes between woeful tales of love and nostalgia seasoned with notes of jingle-jangle pop. Everything from her honey-soaked vocals to her homespun charisma wraps you in a joyful yearning, a testament to her unparalleled knack for audio storytelling.

By far, Vaughn's standout track "Memories" has cemented her place in listeners' hearts. It's a deceptively breezy jam, packed with her knack for tugging both heartstrings and guitar strings alike. Underneath the playful tempo, you can almost hear the nostalgia dripping out, invoking halcyon summer days and resurrecting ghosts of first loves.

Our Virginia story-weaver embodies what it means to be a pop artist with depth, warmth, and a pinch of sweet Southern charm. Where Hazel Vaughn goes, an addictive serenade of happy nostalgia follows–humming reminders of memories we thought we'd lost, but dance upon hearing her tunes. The tales continue to spiral through song. Let's all lend an ear, shall we?
Track(s)
Memories 463 02:23

Memories

Hazel Vaughn


I have limited information
Flowers in oil
People in formation
For all the things they stole

All you want to whistle
Kettle on the stove
Together with some tea
Purple and gold

Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost

All you have is this skin
And what you taught me
And how you made a mark on all these things
You meant everything

I have trouble breathing
New town
New number
You were eighteen
I'll be crawling under

Oh please do not sleep here
Tell me the truth
You should have disappeared
But I fell for you

Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost

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

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Faded Picture of Us...
Greta Falk

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Greta Falk
Meet Greta Falk - a woman who writes letters to the world in the form of melody, one coffee cup at a time. Best known for her achingly beautiful duet, "Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip)", Greta's music dares you not to feel.

Once a humble barista, Greta swapped her Americano for Allegros, her caramel macchiato for concertos. Working the espresso machine in a little café back in her hometown, she spent her spare time spinning a web of storytelling, uncovering the lyrical undercurrents in the daily grind of coffee beans. Vienna was just a faded picture on a postcard then, an elusive dream that seemed light years away.

Greta's big break came after an impromptu performance in the café, grabbing the heartstrings of a customer who happened to be a music producer on a caffeine kick. Next thing she knew, she was packing her passport alongside her piano sheet music. Soon after settling in Vienna, Greta would tie the knot with the city and her newfound love. So if you thought romance was only found in a Vienna coffee house with a slice of Sachertorte, allow “Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip)” to change your mind.

In a world where pop music often relies on sugar-coated hooks, Greta Falk’s songwriting serves up a double espresso – unflinching, raw, and undeniably addictive. So here's to Greta, crafting symphonies one coffee bean — I mean note, at a time. This woman not only proves that it's never too latte to follow your dreams but also that behind every successful artist, there’s substantial amount of caffeine. Greta definitely knows her art just as well as her coffee art!
Track(s)
Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip) 5201 03:03

Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip)

Greta Falk


Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Ooh ooh)
Yeah
Oh oh uh-huh
(Whoo)

I thought I was done with you mmh
Then I read the messages (Ooh ooh) I
(Fell out yesterday just to slide for you)
Baby days just go on
I need a time machine for us (Slide for you)
(fallen out yesterday just to slide for you)

Again it's a feeling it won't last
(Ah ah ah ooh)
A faded picture from the past
(Ah ah ah ah)
Girl my heart won't lie
(Ah ah ah ah)
Every time I close my eyes (Yeah)
it's on my mind

Another chapter that's gone
World stops spinning yet life goes on
Girl days just come and go (Ooh ooh)
We can't get back I need a time machine ah

Again (Oh) it's a feeling it won't last (Ooh)
(Fell out yesterday just to slide for you)
A faded picture from the past
Girl my heart won't lie
(Fallen out yesterday just to slide for you)
Every time I close my eyes (Yeah) it's on my mind
Again (Yeah) it's a feeling it won't last
(Fell out yesterday just to slide for you)
A faded picture from the past (I miss you girl)
Girl my heart won't lie (Yeah)
Every time I close my eyes (Yeah) it's on my mind

A long time (Ooh ooh) it's a long time comin'
I've waited in the doorway for you
Till the end of time (Oh) I'll be yours forever
My best friend in another life

Again (Oh) it's a feeling it won't last (Ooh)
A faded picture from the past (Ah)
Girl my heart won't lie (Ah)
Every time I close my eyes (It's been a long time girl)
Again (Oh) it's a feeling it won't last
A faded picture of our past (Ooh)
Girl my heart won't lie
Every time I close my eyes it's on my mind

(It's been a long time)

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

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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What’s It Made Of?
LYA

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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? 57280 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

© 2025 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Another Shot
Melly Rich

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Melly Rich
Melly Rich, born to a Lebanese family in Amsterdam, grew up surrounded by two worlds: the culinary brilliance of her father, Chef Khaled Rich, and the rich cultural heritage of the Middle East. Her father is the head chef of La Maison des Délices, one of France’s most prestigious Michelin-starred restaurants, known for its fusion of French and Middle Eastern flavors. Despite her father's fame in the culinary world, Melly's passion led her down a different path.

Though her family assumed she would follow in her father’s footsteps, Melly was captivated by music from a young age. With her father’s full support, she began singing, though her formal education took her into the world of architecture at the University of Amsterdam.

Balancing her studies with her love for music, Melly began to develop a unique sound, blending her Middle Eastern roots with the vibrant energy of Western pop. Her breakthrough single, "Damn, I Wish I Were in Istanbul", captures this fusion perfectly. The song carries hints of oud and traditional Arabic rhythms, interwoven with modern pop beats, creating a bridge between two worlds. It’s not just a catchy tune—it’s a love letter to her cultural identity, filled with nostalgia for the warmth and chaos of the Middle East, while reflecting her cosmopolitan life in Europe.

The song quickly gained attention, especially for its atmospheric vibes that pull listeners into a dreamlike vision of Istanbul, with its bustling bazaars and shimmering Bosphorus views.

Melly's ability to infuse her music with Middle Eastern influences sets her apart in the global music scene, and though she’s still juggling her architectural studies, there’s no doubt that music is where her heart truly lies. With the world now watching, Melly Rich is on her way to becoming an international sensation, blending cultures and genres like her father blends flavors at his famous restaurant.
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Another Shot 38133 02:22
Damn, I wish I were in Istanbul 910 02:46

Another Shot

Melly Rich


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Sitting in my jail cell
Eating my beans
And I'm going to hell
If you know what I mean
'Cause I was guilty as charged
On that dark night
But now I'm here
And I want to make things right

I've been here before
Knocking on heaven's door
But I'm gonna try once more

It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot

I had my first day out
Back on the streets
With nothing in my pockets
But a pair of keys
So I put them in the ignition
Of a new Cadillac
And I went cruising
Down the tracks

I've been here before
Knocking on heaven's door
But I'm gonna try once more

It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot

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

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