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Tied My Hands
River Mae
Verified Artist
River Mae
Meet River Mae, a musical maverick straight out of Norway. Originally a law student, she swapped the courtroom for the recording booth after much persuasive coaxing from friends who were evidently one part envious of her vocal chords, and two-parts tired of hearing her legal jargon. Like so many greats before her, River's journey began modestly, singing her heart out in local karaoke bars, where her renditions of beloved pop classics left many patrons wondering if they hadn't perhaps had one too many cocktails...or was that really just a law grad belting out tunes?
River's music career showcases a perfect blend of spontaneity and determination. Her life took an unexpected turn when she surrendered to her friends' pestering and stepped in front of the mic, exchanging her comfort zone for a world filled with rhythms and melodies. In the process, River managed to redefine karaoke nights everywhere, as her enchanting voice left audiences questioning whether they were in a cozy neighborhood bar or an illustrious music arena. Now when she's not sharing her tongue-in-cheek anecdotes about her journey from law books to lyric sheets, she's singing about it in her scintillating tunes.
Most notably, the song "Tied My Hands" brings all these elements together, much like the varying elements of a fine Norwegian herring platter. It conveys the struggles and hesitations of leaping from the predictable world of law to the exhilarating uncertainty of music, interlaced with her unmistakable charm and wit. And let's be real, who else besides River could make a metaphor about legal restraints sound so darn catchy? So here's a toast to River Mae, a law school dropout turned captivating songstress. Turn a blind eye to her lawsuits for now, as you will surely get tied up with her spellbinding music.
Tied My Hands
River Mae
[Intro]
Heat off the glass
You look through me fast
You speak in shrugs and sideways glances
I fill the silence with fake chances
You say nothing but I stay
Making futures you won’t play
Pulled tight I bend where you lean
Your touch says less than your leave
I don’t ask you what you mean
Guess I like to not believe
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (yeah yeah!)
I lit the match you walked right by (mmm ooh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(I fall anyway)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Na-na oooh-ohh no-no…
Scratched your name on my old mirror
Smeared it out but you got clearer
Gave you pieces you forgot to ask for
Heard your plans still kept the back door
Left your coat out in the rain
Hoped you'd care enough to complain
You move like truth on rewind
Slow and sharp not ever mine
I gave up drawing the line
Then I crossed it every time
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (ahh yeah)
I lit the match you walked right by (ohhh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(Still I stay)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Na-na mm-mm oh yeah…
I keep breaking in my own voice
Tried to leave like I had a choice
Words don’t reach you but I shout
Now my echo’s burning out
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (ahh yeah!)
I lit the match you walked right by (woo-ooh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(but I play)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Oooh na-na-na
CREDITS
Performer: River Mae
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Ornamental Collapse
Distant Grammar
Ornamental Collapse
Distant Grammar
CREDITS
Performer: Distant Grammar
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Keep Me In That
Adam Lamo
Verified Artist
Adam Lamo
Feeding off the neon pulse of Las Vegas, Adam Lamo has boogie-wired our hearts to irresistible dance beats like no one else. His music is more infectious than a hangover from an all-night disco party, and just as unforgettable.
Picture this: a youthful Adam, prowling the technicolor streets of Vegas, the city's rhythm flowing through his veins like liquid gold. With "Keep Me In That", Lamo masterfully bottled that dazzling, Frank Sinatra meets Calvin Harris vibe. The beats are sunnier than a Vegas summer heatwave and guaranteed to lift any moody blackjack player off their stool and onto the dancefloor.
Mr. Lamo whips up melodies that make choosing to sit out not an option, but a crime against fun itself. His music's joy factor hits harder than a final-round knockout; it's not just dance, it's happiness in audio form. Consider yourselves officially warned: surrender to the irresistible allure of Adam Lamo's beat, or risk a lifetime of being a total party pooper. Our lad from Vegas didn't just show up; he's here to make us dance 'til sunrise and beyond.
Keep Me In That
Adam Lamo
Strangers in the backseat city hum’s a lullaby
Silhouettes in rearview glass fading with the sky
No confessions just the tension
Sipping on a moment we won’t define
And I pull the static closer
Your eyes say more than closure
Burning through the calm again—mmm ahh—yeah
We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state
Tuned to our own channel we’re no one's broadcast
We don't leave trails only moments that last
No compass no plans
Just two outliers with no demands
Every glitch is gold tonight
We’re wired for the fight or flight
Touch like gravity—hmm—aah—pulls me right
We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state
No rewind just loops we bend
Every second a means not the end
Not broken—just bent in rhythm
Hah—mm-mm—hah
Cold air warm static—
No words left just the habit
[Final Chorus]
We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state—woah
CREDITS
Performer: Adam Lamo
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Middle of the Record
Monique Frase
Verified Artist
Monique Frase
Monique Frase is a London-based singer and songwriter born to a French mother and an English father. She grew up between two musical cultures, with French soul, British R&B, house records and old jazz playing at home. Before pursuing music full-time, she studied architecture at university, a background that still shapes the way she writes, building songs from small details, repeated patterns and the quiet spaces between bigger moments.
Her music blends neo-soul and modern R&B with a steady house-tempo lift, pairing a light, expressive upper register with warm, lived-in production. Her single Middle of the Record is about the part of a relationship that rarely gets written about, the ordinary days after the beginning and before the end. Instead of chasing drama, Frase focuses on routine, private jokes and small acts of care, turning everyday intimacy into something worth listening to closely.
Middle of the Record
Monique Frase
(mm hmm)
Nobody writes about the middle
Everybody wants the first kiss or the end
The part where you know how they take their tea
And it stops being a story
No fireworks no funeral
Just a Tuesday and a hand
We're in the middle of the record
Where the good songs always are
Not the single not the closer
Just the ones that get you far
Turn it up don't skip ahead
We're in the middle of the record
(don't skip ahead)
You leave the last one in the packet
I pretend I didn't want it
Twelve small kindnesses a day
Nobody's counting but me
We're in the middle of the record
Where the good songs always are
Not the single not the closer
Just the ones that get you far
Turn it up don't skip ahead
We're in the middle of the record
I used to want the big scene
The airport and the running
Now I want the eighth of a Thursday
When you laugh before I finish
We're in the middle of the record
Where the good songs always are
Not the single not the closer
Just the ones that get you far
Turn it up don't skip ahead
We're in the middle of the record
We're in the middle of the record
(don't skip ahead)
CREDITS
Performer: Monique Frase
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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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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The Are Here Finally
The Sleep Mechanic
The Are Here Finally
The Sleep Mechanic
CREDITS
Performer: The Sleep Mechanic
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Rust Sleeps in Code
Ghosts in Amber
Rust Sleeps in Code
Ghosts in Amber
CREDITS
Performer: Ghosts in Amber
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Under the Surface
Between Mirrors
Under the Surface
Between Mirrors
I woke to a sound that wasn’t there
The world was still but something stirred
Your name was carved in quiet places
Not in stone — but in the way
The kettle clicks the curtain moves
And silence starts to sway
It’s not the wind it’s not the rain
It’s every pause I can't explain
It’s you beneath the surface
It’s you without a name
I never learned to hold the stillness
Always filled the space with noise
But now I count the absent seconds
Like they were stolen joys
It’s not the sound it’s not the flame
It’s everything that won’t remain
It’s you beneath the surface
It’s you without a name
So I sit in the in-between
And feel what I can’t see
Under the surface
You’re still shaping me
CREDITS
Performer: Between Mirrors
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Pieces Of Tomorrow
Glass Orchard
Verified Artist
Glass Orchard
Glass Orchard: underdogs from Iceland's burgeoning musical arena, who've taken indie beats and songwriting to a whole new Frosty level. Headed by a commanding male lead supported by a dynamic duo of keyboardists, they're melting all sorts of icy musical conventions.
Born under the northern lights of Reykjavik, they're often joked as the "fruity version" of Sigur Rós. Our main man pulls emotional threads like a seasoned weaver, belting out raw, hearty verses that contrast blissfully against the soft twinkling of the keyboards, played by our male-female dynamic duo. And boy, do they peel back the layers!
Their most noteworthy track, "Pieces of Tomorrow", tantalizingly teeters between radio-friendly pop and their native avant-garde sound. It’s like biting into an enchanted apple; filled with textured layers of auditory delight. Get ready to chomp down to get a taste of the future through their fresh, clairvoyant tunes.
Once you've had a bite of Glass Orchard, you'll understand why Iceland's not just famous for their geysers and quirky mayor. Much like their namesake, they reflect a myriad of perspectives under one musical roof. Sweet, tangy, and reliably crisp, Glass Orchard’s music serves us delicious pieces of tomorrow, today.
Pieces Of Tomorrow
Glass Orchard
I remember
Little pieces
Little pieces
Of tomorrow
I woke up in a moving city
With your message on my phone
Saying nothing lasts forever
But I hate the word alone
There were faces in the window
There were names I couldn’t place
I was dancing through the morning
Trying not to see your face
I don’t wanna fall back
I don’t wanna fade out
I don’t wanna stand still
Waiting for the same sound
If the night is broken
Let the beat repair it
If my heart is open
I’m not scared to wear it
Piece by piece
I come alive
Little lights
Inside my mind
Beat by beat
I feel the fire
You were gone
But I got higher
Piece by piece
I’m not the same
I lost you once
But found my name
Oh-oh-oh
I come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
Come alive
Come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
Come alive
Come alive
Little pieces
Of tomorrow
I kept walking through the static
With my shadow next to me
Every heartbreak has a rhythm
If you let the body breathe
I was more than what you left with
More than tears on bathroom tiles
Now the bassline pulls me forward
And I’m learning how to smile
I don’t wanna fall back
I don’t wanna fade out
I don’t wanna stand still
Waiting for the same sound
If the night is broken
Let the beat repair it
If my heart is open
I’m not scared to wear it
Piece by piece
I come alive
Little lights
Inside my mind
Beat by beat
I feel the fire
You were gone
But I got higher
Piece by piece
I’m not the same
I lost you once
But found my name
Oh-oh-oh
I come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
Maybe love is not a place
Maybe home can change its shape
Maybe all the things we lose
Turn into another way
I don’t need the past to call
I don’t need the door unlocked
I can be the one who breaks
And still becomes the song
Piece by piece
I come alive
Little lights
Inside my mind
Beat by beat
I feel the fire
You were gone
But I got higher
Piece by piece
I’m not the same
I lost you once
But found my name
Oh-oh-oh
I come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
I remember
Little pieces
Little pieces
Of tomorrow
Piece by piece
I come alive
CREDITS
Performer: Glass Orchard
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Locked In
Nari West
CREDITS
Performer: Nari West
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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