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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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Elevate
Hamartia
Verified Artist
Hamartia
Hamartia, born Juliet Steiner, grew up in a strict Catholic family in Dublin, where expectations were high, and tradition ran deep. From an early age, Juliet knew she was different, but her family’s reaction to her sexual orientation was anything but supportive.
Feeling isolated and misunderstood, she sought solace in Greek mythology, where she discovered the concept of hamartia—a tragic flaw that often leads to downfall in ancient stories. Embracing the name Hamartia became her way of owning her identity and turning pain into strength, using it as a symbol of defiance against the societal norms that tried to suppress her.
Her move to Dublin’s vibrant underground music scene gave her the freedom to truly explore her voice. Hamartia quickly stood out for her unique vocal techniques, blending haunting tones with an emotive, almost ethereal quality that captivates listeners.
Her style, a mesmerizing fusion of Amplified Heart and pop dance, reflects both her inner turmoil and resilience. Each performance feels like a cathartic release, with her vocals carrying the weight of her past while moving toward something liberating and triumphant.
Hamartia's music doesn’t shy away from the complexities of love, loss, and self-discovery. Tracks like "I Don' Know" and "Eyes Wide Open" speak to the tension between vulnerability and empowerment, a delicate balance she has mastered through her songwriting.
Now a rising figure in Dublin’s pop dance scene, her unapologetic artistry resonates with fans who find strength in her journey. And as she continues to perform in venues across the city, Hamartia’s star keeps rising, proving that sometimes our flaws, real or perceived, are what make us truly extraordinary.
Elevate
Hamartia
(Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh ooh)
Can you feel how the fire starts to rise?
Heat is getting closer burning deep behind my eyes
Can you hear how the rhythm pulls me in?
Beating like a signal calling louder than the wind
Elevate
Can you feel how the fire starts to rise?
Heat is getting closer burning deep behind my eyes
Can you hear how the rhythm pulls me in?
Beating like a signal calling louder than the wind
Elevate
Elevate
Elevate
Elevate
Elevate
One more step and there's no retreat
One more step and there's no retreat
One more step and there's no retreat
One more step and there's no retreat
One more step and there's no retreat
Cross the line
One more step and there's no retreat
Cross the line
Can you feel how the fire starts to rise?
Heat is getting closer burning deep behind my eyes
Can you hear how the rhythm pulls me in?
Beating like a signal calling louder than the wind
Elevate
Elevate
Elevate
CREDITS
Performer: Hamartia
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Home Sweet Home
Tiny House Rats in
Verified Artist
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.
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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HOT TRACK
After Seven
Elian Rae
Verified Artist
Elian Rae
Elian Rae makes refined late-hour pop built for rooms that do not want to shout. Her sound blends soft nu-disco, mellow funk bass, Rhodes keys, muted guitar, and an airy vocal style that feels polished without turning glossy or loud.
Her songs often find small cinematic details in ordinary spaces: a quiet shop after seven, fabric on a hanger, receipts curling beside a drawer, street color moving behind glass. The result is warm, understated music for evening playlists, boutique floors, and listeners who like groove with restraint.
After Seven
Elian Rae
At seven the glass doors learn the street by name
sale tags turn slowly in the conditioned air
someone leaves a blue scarf folded out of place
and the mirror keeps pretending not to stare
A clerk counts coins like small weather
one by one into a paper tray
the fitting rooms exhale together
as the weekday loosens its display
Keep the low lamps on
let the room breathe out
there is music in the ordinary
when the hurry thins around
Soft returns quiet shelves
hands on fabric nothing else
after seven after seven
we move lightly through ourselves
Perfume cards sleep beside the counter
shoes line up like they know the floor
outside taxis change their colors
inside no one needs to want more
A coat on a hanger turns human
for a second in the corner light
I almost ask it where it's going
then I let it keep the night
Keep the low lamps on
let the room breathe out
there is music in the ordinary
when the hurry thins around
Soft returns quiet shelves
hands on fabric nothing else
after seven after seven
we move lightly through ourselves
Not every song should chase the ceiling
not every room should ask for rain
some evenings only need a rhythm
folded neatly with a name
Keep the low lamps on
let the room breathe out
there is music in the ordinary
when the hurry thins around
Soft returns quiet shelves
hands on fabric nothing else
after seven after seven
we move lightly through ourselves
The last receipt curls by the drawer
one small moon on the floor
after seven after seven
nothing asks to be more
CREDITS
Performer: Elian Rae
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Question Life
The Unpaid Actors
Verified Artist
The Unpaid Actors
The Unpaid Actors is a vibrant three-member DJ group based in Berlin, known for their eclectic blend of dance, disco, and electronic sounds. The trio consists of Leo, a dynamic producer with an ear for infectious beats; Mia, a soulful vocalist who infuses their tracks with emotion; and Sam, a master of live mixing who brings the energy to their performances. They first crossed paths at a local underground party where they bonded over their shared passion for music and the art of DJing. Following that serendipitous night, they began collaborating, quickly realizing that their combined creative energies produced something special.
Their catalog, though currently featuring just one track, "Question Life," showcases a hopeful and inspirational vibe that resonates with listeners on an emotional level. The song embodies a dreamy atmosphere paired with playful and uplifting melodies, making it perfect for both intimate settings and late-night dance floors. While they are still expanding their repertoire, The Unpaid Actors have already established a signature sound characterized by sensual vocals and rhythmic grooves that invite listeners to escape into the music.
As they continue to develop their artistry, The Unpaid Actors aim to produce tracks that not only entertain but also inspire reflection and connection among audiences. Each song they create serves as an invitation to explore themes of identity and existence, echoing the essence of "Question Life." With plans for more releases in the near future, this Berlin-based trio is poised to make a significant mark on the independent music scene as they invite listeners to join them on this exciting musical journey.
Question Life
The Unpaid Actors
I wore my doubts like coins
In the coin-slot sky
Tossed them up for answers
They came back tied
My shoes on the curb
My hands in my coat
I asked the dark around me
For one clear note
And every sign
Looked back at me
Like maybe
Maybe it’s me
Question life
Question life
I keep asking why
Question life
Question life
Till the hurt goes quiet
My mother said “hold on”
My brother said “run”
My best friend laughed too hard
When I said “what’s done is done?”
The train doors opened
I stepped right in
No map in my pocket
Just a pulse and a grin
And every face
On that crowded ride
Said maybe
Maybe tonight
Question life
Question life
I keep asking why
Question life
Question life
Till the hurt goes quiet
If I don’t know
Then I don’t know
Still I’m moving
Still I’m close
To something real
Under my feet
Not all answers
Have to speak
Question life
Question life
I keep asking why
Question life
Question life
Till the hurt goes quiet
Question life
Question life
I’m alive tonight
Question life
Question life
And that’s my light
CREDITS
Performer: The Unpaid Actors
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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On the Road Again
Sara Durian
Verified Artist
Sara Durian
Sara Durian is Germany’s undisputed disco queen, electrifying dance floors since the early 2000s with her glitter-drenched beats and futuristic soul. Born in Düsseldorf and raised on a steady diet of Kraftwerk, Donna Summer, and underground Berlin house parties, Sara blends retro grooves with neon-drenched modernity. Her signature sound? A cosmic fusion of French touch, Eurodisco, and synth-heavy pop—unmistakably hers, instantly addictive.
From smoky Berlin clubs to Tokyo fashion runways, Sara has turned every stage into a mirrorball-lit sanctuary. Her voice—sultry, robotic, divine—has been sampled by countless DJs but never duplicated. Whether she’s spinning vinyl or headlining queer festivals across Europe, Sara owns the night like a shimmering phantom of funk.
Still active and more radiant than ever, her legacy is not nostalgia—it’s now. With platinum blond curls and chrome stilettos, she struts through time with a wink and a bass drop.
Her mantra? “All drama, all disco.”
On the Road Again
Sara Durian
You had me sold with a whisper
Pulled me close
Said
"You're my best friend"
Now I'm standin' on the shoulder
Of the highway while you're leavin' again
Well
Baby
Don't worry about me
I got my boots and my keys
I got everything I need
And when my thumb gets me home
I'm gonna go out on my own
Gonna find my rainbow's end
And I'll be on the road again
You packed me up in the morning
After you picked me up in the night
And I know you didn't mean it
When you said you were my last ride
Well
Baby
Don't worry about me
I got my boots and my keys
I got everything I need
And when my thumb gets me home
I'm gonna go out on my own
Gonna find my rainbow's end
And I'll be on the road again
Well
When I get to heaven
I'm gonna know
'Cause it's gonna look like New Mexico
And
Baby
Don't worry about me
I got my boots and my keys
I got everything I need
And when my thumb gets me home
I'm gonna go out on my own
Gonna find my rainbow's end
And I'll be on the road again
Yeah
I'll be on the road again
Oh
Baby
I'll be on the road again
CREDITS
Performer: Sara Durian
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Talk With Your Hands
Mateo Lux
Verified Artist
Mateo Lux
Mateo Lux is a rising voice in contemporary electronic pop, blending sleek production with raw emotional intensity. Born with a natural flair for performance, he crafts music that balances dancefloor energy with lyrical depth. His debut single, Control, showcases a magnetic mix of pulsing rhythms and hypnotic melodies, setting the tone for a bold artistic journey ahead.
Discovered by Hakan E. for Filodyo, Mateo brings an unapologetic confidence to every note he sings. His style captures both vulnerability and power, creating an atmosphere that draws listeners into his world. With Control, he isn’t just introducing himself—he’s making a statement, marking the arrival of a distinctive new talent destined to leave a lasting imprint on modern music.
Talk With Your Hands
Mateo Lux
[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
Listen
You say nothing still I hear it
Every move got its own meaning
Eyes talk first lips stay quiet
Room reacts when you get near it
No small talk no explanation
Body language translation
Don’t slow down don’t overthink
I read you faster than you blink
Don’t talk talk
Just move like that (like that)
Say less less
I’m cool with that (with that)
Don’t talk talk
Your hands do facts (do facts)
I see it all
When you move like that (yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
Left right
Pause rewind
One look
I’m already aligned
Every step feels intentional
Like you planned it accidental
No directions still you lead
I just follow what you mean
Crowd fades out when you step in
Whole place locked on your rhythm
No need words to complicate
I already got the message
Don’t talk talk
Just move like that (like that)
Say less less
I’m cool with that (with that)
Don’t talk talk
Your hands do facts (do facts)
I see it all
When you move like that (yeah)
[Bridge – Male Vocal / Spoken-Rap]
Hold up
She don’t speak she demonstrate
Every move communicate
No delay she regulate
Whole room shift when she rotate
I don’t guess I calculate
Every sign she generate
She don’t need to elevate
She arrive she dominate
Clap it
Stomp it
Freeze
Go
[Final Chorus]
Don’t talk talk (don’t talk)
Just move like that (move like that)
Say less less (say less)
I’m cool with that (yeah)
Don’t talk talk (don’t talk)
Your hands do facts (do facts)
I see it all
When you move like that (move like that)
No words
Still clear
You said it all
Right here
CREDITS
Performer: Mateo Lux
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Mile By Mile
Donna Cool
Verified Artist
Donna Cool
Donna Cool is a country-pop singer and songwriter whose music pairs warm acoustic textures with polished live-band energy and an easy, confident vocal presence. Her songs focus on movement, connection and the small details that turn ordinary days into lasting memories. On “Mile By Mile,” she transforms a slow drive, paper-cup coffee and an open sky into a bright celebration of companionship and forward motion. The track’s relaxed groove and singalong refrain reflect her instinct for melodies that feel immediate without losing their heart. Donna approaches each song as a shared journey, balancing crisp pop craft with the grounded storytelling of country music. Her inviting sound is built for windows-down listening, long roads and the quiet optimism of choosing to keep moving.
Mile By Mile
Donna Cool
Tank half full windows down
Dust in the back road leaving town
Big sky pulling on my sleeve
Got a map got a song got you with me
Mile by mile we shake it loose
Yellow line running under our shoes
Heart to heart let the world go by
We’re making a home out of open sky
Happy road happy road
Keep on rolling let it go
Happy road happy road
We were born to drive it slow
(oh-oh) Happy road
(oh-oh) Happy road
Gas station coffee paper cups
Laughing so hard that we can’t stop
Sticky hands on the steering wheel
Every little turn feels real feels real
Mile by mile we shake it loose
Yellow line running under our shoes
Heart to heart let the world go by
We’re making a home out of open sky
Happy road happy road
Keep on rolling let it go
Happy road happy road
We were born to drive it slow
(oh-oh) Happy road
(oh-oh) Happy road
If the rain comes down we’ll dance through it
If the map folds up we’ll laugh and miss
Nothing behind us nothing to prove
Just this road and me and you
Happy road happy road
Keep on rolling let it go
Happy road happy road
We were born to drive it slow
Happy road happy road
Every mile is ours to hold
(oh-oh) Happy road
(oh-oh) Happy road
CREDITS
Performer: Donna Cool
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Falling Faster
Lucas Hale
Verified Artist
Lucas Hale
Born and raised in Amsterdam, Lucas Hale is a rising singer-songwriter blending modern pop with cinematic, atmospheric sounds. His passion for music started early, but it wasn’t until he moved to Prague for university that he truly embraced his artistry. While studying digital media, Lucas spent nights crafting melodies in his dorm room and performing at underground venues across the city.
Aside from music, Lucas also works as a model, bringing his sharp features and effortless style to fashion campaigns across Europe. His debut single, Falling Faster, captures the electrifying rush of youthful adventure, blending deep beats with haunting melodies. With a voice that carries both power and emotion, Lucas Hale is an artist on the verge of something big.
Falling Faster
Lucas Hale
Midnight air hums with static desire
Footsteps dance on asphalt fire
Silent glances spark a chain
A gravity we can't explain
Running where the skyline fades
Hearts collide like crashing waves
Every second pulls us in
No return no where no when
Falling faster losing sight
Through the noise we burn alive
No illusions no escape
Just the thrill we recreate
Veins are charged like city wires
Fingertips trace maps of fire
No one else can feel this way
Lost in time but we won’t stay
Running where the skyline fades
Hearts collide like crashing waves
Every second pulls us in
No return no where no when
Falling faster losing sight
Through the noise we burn alive
No illusions no escape
Just the thrill we recreate
No rewind no slowing down
We are sparks in restless towns
One last breath one last dive
This is what it means to thrive
Silent echoes fading trails
Chasing something leaving tales
CREDITS
Performer: Lucas Hale
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Wake Up, Gary
Wrong Floor Cinema
Verified Artist
Wrong Floor Cinema
Wrong Floor Cinema is a four-piece alternative rock band formed in 2025 by Orson Vell, Marlow Pin, Crispin Dayrate, and Niles Weatherby. The group came together through a series of badly organized rehearsal-room bookings, after repeatedly being assigned the same basement studio by mistake. They kept the name Wrong Floor Cinema because it matched their shared taste for overlooked places, awkward situations, and things that feel slightly out of sequence.
Their music blends sharp pop-punk guitars, dry spoken-sung vocals, clipped rhythms, melodic bass lines, and an offbeat sense of humor. Although their sound draws heavily from 1990s alternative rock, they avoid straightforward nostalgia, mixing that influence with modern production, restrained arrangements, and lyrics built around mundane frustrations, social discomfort, bad timing, and small personal disasters.
Orson handles vocals and rhythm guitar, Marlow plays lead guitar, Crispin plays bass, and Niles is on drums. Together, they have built a reputation for tightly controlled live performances that still feel unpredictable, balancing catchy melodies with deadpan delivery and a slightly detached stage presence. Wrong Floor Cinema sounds like a band that arrived late, entered through the wrong door, and decided to stay anyway.
Wake Up, Gary
Wrong Floor Cinema
Gary’s got a corkboard on the bedroom wall
Red strings running from the big to the small
Says the moon’s a movie on a giant screen
“NASA hired Stanley back in ‘69” he’s keen
Won’t eat cereal with a barcode line
Reads expiration dates like secret signs
Says the pigeons blink in binary
Then whispers “Buddy… they’re watching me”
Every answer needs another question
Every fact becomes a new obsession
Wake up Gary what did you find?
Another secret hidden in your mind?
Lizard kings and laser skies
Birds with government eyes
Wake up Gary take a day off please
Not everything’s a global mystery
Maybe life is just… okay
But don’t tell Gary anyway
He says Elvis orders food at night
Bigfoot’s blurry on purpose right?
Paul was switched back in ‘64
“Look at the eyebrows!” — he’s got thirty more
Area Fifty-One’s a holiday camp
Atlantis powers every desk lamp
Chemtrails spell my middle name
And squirrels? “Yeah… they’re in the game”
Every headline proves his theory
Coffee makes him documentary
Wake up Gary what did you find?
Another secret hidden in your mind?
Lizard kings and laser skies
Birds with government eyes
Wake up Gary take a day off please
Not everything’s a global mystery
Maybe life is just… okay
But don’t tell Gary anyway
Yesterday he called at half past two
Said “I’ve got something huge for you!”
I held my breath… this must be big…
“They changed the shape… of Pringles lids”
…
He wasn’t joking
Wake up Gary what did you find?
Another rabbit hole to pass the time?
Flat Earth aliens secret files
He can talk for seventeen miles
Wake up Gary you’re one of a kind
You make conspiracy sound sublime
If the truth comes out one day
We’ll let Gary say “I told you mate!”
CREDITS
Performer: Wrong Floor Cinema
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Tuesday Night Code
Fever Pilots
Verified Artist
Fever Pilots
Meet the Fever Pilots, a dynamic pop duo with a penchant for the unconventional, a self-styled outfit carving an adventurous path in the frenetic heart of the UK music scene. Their sound, a sonic cocktail soaked in audacious innovation and spice, attracts as much as it defies description.
Forged in the industrial heat and flames of Birmingham, these two troubadours took the raw materials of their working-class background and fashioned them into a sonic boom. They're a hard-edged, heavy beat force, punctuated with lighthearted lyrics echoing the humdrum of everyday life, yet imbuing it with a shimmering musical alchemy. Artists? Yes, but these guys are more like mad scientists toiling away in a pop lab, conjuring up infectious tunes.
Their track "Tuesday Night Code" deserves more than a footnote here. Imagine the most vivid dream you've ever had, now combine that with a chorus catchier than a fisherman's hook and you've got the gist of it. It's a song that fills every corner with a tumbling digital soundscape and hooks a plenty. Bottom line: Fever Pilots aren't just on auto-pilot, they're aiming for the stratosphere and we ought to be strapping in for the ride!
Tuesday Night Code
Fever Pilots
[Intro]
(Ooh)
Yeah yeah
Uh-huh
Look at that
Look at that
You said forever on a Tuesday night
By Thursday you were outta sight
Had your name all over my screen
Now it’s just a memory machine
Funny how the silence got loud
Funny how you’re nowhere around
Used to know the code to my heart
Now you couldn’t find where to start
I was waitin’ by the telephone
Every little buzz had me gone
Now I let it ring all night long
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Saw your picture through a friend’s friend’s post
Thought I’d feel somethin’ almost
But the room kept spinnin’ just fine
Guess the sun still knows how to shine
Every promise got a price tag now
Every “sorry” sounds the same somehow
You can send another late-night text
But I ain’t the one that’s next
I was waitin’ by the telephone
Every little buzz had me gone
Now I let it ring all night long
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Na-na-na
Look who’s lonely now
Na-na-na
Tryna figure it out
Ha!
That’s funny somehow
[Final Chorus]
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Yeah yeah
Too late now
(Ooh)
You can’t call me back… 🎵
CREDITS
Performer: Fever Pilots
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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