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Butterflies
Maelith
Verified Artist
Maelith
If sugar, spice, and a foot-tapping bass were a person, they'd invariably shape-shift into Maelith. The indie dance sensation hails from the mythical city of her namesake – a place as enigmatic, vibrant, and pulsating as her music.
Coming from a realm where the sunrise paints the sky in a symphony of techno hues, Maelith's city of origin is as enigmatic and infectious as her tunes and just as impossible to tune out. It only makes sense then, that her celebratory dance beats make even the grumpiest of granddads do a head bob or two.
Her notable track "Butterflies" will make a surprising entrance, landing in your heart with the grace and charm of a thousand of the colourful creatures, evoking smiles usually reserved for sunbeams and unexpected tax refunds. It's like eating candy in a club - tooth-achingly sweet, and deliciously intoxicating.
Maelith's music isn't just happy—it's a spontaneous euphoria packed into dance beats. Each track, a flawless mesh of elevating melodies sure to paint a bright, neon smile on your face. It never rains in Maelith's city. So, grab an umbrella because you're about to get showered with joy bombs!
Butterflies
Maelith
Driving to your place
With that first date feel
I can barely wait
Got a full tank
'cause I know I'll stay
For hours
I know you will
Do you have
Do you have
Do you have butterflies?
'Cause I do
'Cause I do
'Cause I do
You're the one I like
And you're not even tryin'
I still have butterflies
The way you look at me
Is making me crazy
You're making me
You're making me
'Cause I've been on my own
For far too long
I haven't been shown
And you've been far away
From me
So let's be alone
Together
Do you have
Do you have
Do you have butterflies?
'Cause I do
'Cause I do
'Cause I do
You're the one I like
And you're not even tryin'
I still have butterflies
The way you look at me
Is making me crazy
You're making me
You're making me
I can't explain the way you make me feel
There's no way
There's no way
There's no way
This isn't real
Do you have
Do you have
Do you have butterflies?
'Cause I do
'Cause I do
'Cause I do
You're the one I like
And you're not even tryin'
I still have butterflies
The way you look at me
Is making me crazy
You're making me
You're making me
You're making me
You're making me
You're making me
You're making me
CREDITS
Performer: Maelith
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
Verified Artist
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.
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.
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Contando los Minuto...
Ricky Daz
Verified Artist
Ricky Daz
Hailing from the sultry soundscape of Miami, Ricky Daz is the coastal city's keeper of infectious dance beats & lively tunes. With his most notable track "Contando los Minutos (feat Rome K)", Daz's feel-good grooves have placed him firmly on the indie dance radar.
Born and bred under the sweat-soaked dancehalls and neon nights of Miami, Ricky embodies the very essence of the city - hot, vibrant, and indulgent. His music isn't just made for glittering nights out, but also for cool mornings where last night's adrenaline still hums in your veins. The boy's got rhythm in his blood, and Miami's heart in his tracks.
With "Contando los Minutos", Ricky has combined relatable tale-telling with hard-hitting choreography, creating an irresistible dance floor pull. Using a radiant tonal palette, Daz evokes the pulsating rhythms of his city, blending soulful Latin beats with a punchy EDM undercurrent. Each beat hits like the Florida sun - vibrant and full of life.
Our man Daz isn't just an artist; he's a soundtrack to a city that never sleeps - always moving, always dancing, and forever happy. With every new release, he continues to develop a pulsating landscape of indulgent dance music, turning fleeting moments into timeless melodies. Ricky Daz, remember the name, because he's writing the rhythm of Miami, one beat at a time.
Contando los Minutos (feat Rome K)
Ricky Daz
(Rome K)
[Verso 1]
Te vi cruzar la pista (uh oh)
Y el tiempo se me fue sin prisa (oh yeah)
Tu sombra baila con mi risa
No sé tu nombre pero ya me hipnotiza
(Hey Rome!)
Cada paso que das es un reto
Tus caderas me lanzan un decreto
Esta noche no quiero secretos
Solo tú y yo sin pretextos
[Pre-Coro]
Estoy contando los minutos (uh oh)
Para verte mover tan bruto (oh oh yeah)
Dímelo ya sin susto
Que tú también lo sientes lo intuyo
[Coro]
Baila conmigo no esperes más
Tu cuerpo pide y yo quiero dar
El ritmo nos lleva sin preguntar
Contigo la noche va a explotar (boom boom)
Baila conmigo te quiero ya
Tus ojos dicen que esto va a estallar
(Yeah yeah… Hey Rome!)
[Puente – susurro + adlibs]
Y cuando llegue el momento (uh oh)
Quiero perderme en tu movimiento (slow slow)
No pares no pares — sigue el viento
Esta canción es nuestro argumento
[Verso 2]
Luces bajan tú subes el nivel
Lo tuyo es arte no lo ves
Eres el ritmo que yo soñé
(Oh yeah… Rome let’s go!)
Tus labios marcan el compás
Y yo no quiero mirar atrás
Si esto es un juego quiero más
Tú me enciendes como gas
[Coro – repeat]
Baila conmigo no esperes más
Tu cuerpo pide y yo quiero dar
El ritmo nos lleva sin preguntar
Contigo la noche va a explotar
Baila conmigo te quiero ya
Tus ojos dicen que esto va a estallar
(Oh yeah… Hey Rome! uh uh…)
CREDITS
Performer: Ricky Daz
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Back to Me
Her Name Was Frequency
Back to Me
Her Name Was Frequency
First step in
No need to rush
Heartbeat syncs
With every hush
I forgot how the sky looked at noon
How my name feels in an empty room
I gave my light to borrowed hands
Now I’m done with second plans
No more echo
No delay
I found my voice
It wants to stay
I came back to me
Like sun through a cloud
Not asking for space
Just dancing out loud
No more halfway
No more maybe
I came back to me
And I’m not leaving lately
Mirror smiles without the doubt
I learned how to move without burning out
No more waiting to feel free
I don’t need permission to be
No more shadows
I don't bend
This is where
I start again
I came back to me
Like sun through a cloud
Not asking for space
Just dancing out loud
No more halfway
No more maybe
I came back to me
And I’m not leaving lately
I was never gone
Just out of range
But now I’m tuned
To my own change
I came back to me
Where I always begin
This time I stay
This time I win
No more waiting
No more maybe
I came back to me
And I’m not leaving lately
CREDITS
Performer: Her Name Was Frequency
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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In a Bottle
Anneliese Bauer
Verified Artist
Anneliese Bauer
'''Anneliese Bauer''' is a vibrant independent artist renowned for her distinctive blend of thematic musical narratives. With a style as unique as her personality, she has been fascinating audiences across small town venues with her enchanting tunes and dynamic performances.
Raised in a household where music was a staple item alongside bread and butter, Bauer's affinity to music surfaced as naturally as her ability to provoke a hearty chuckle. Her folksy demeanor - a whimsical mix of unfiltered sarcasm and debonair charm - is flawlessly translated into her tunes that are both catchy and sometimes ambiguously profound. Similar to a good detective novel, Bauer's songs can keep the listeners guessing - and laughing - to the very end.
A native troubadour, her performances are a refreshing experience akin to drinking homemade lemonade on a sultry afternoon. But don't let her humble stages fool you; Bauer's music packs a formidable punch. One that's earned her a dedicated local following and is growing to include everyone who's had the chance to tap their feet to her tuneful narratives. ''In a Bottle'', one of her more notable songs, captures her musical prowess in a bottle, immersing the listener in a melodic journey of poignant storytelling punctuated with harmonies that ring long after the song ends.
Every decade witnesses a new wave of artists and Anneliese Bauer certainly makes her own waves. Bauer's craft is more than just making music; she creates memorable experiences woven into the very fabric of her artistry. She didn't crash the indie scene, she sauntered in, mandolin in hand, and smiled her way to the beat of her own drum. The passion, the zest, the talent: that's Anneliese Bauer!
In a Bottle
Anneliese Bauer
Through the Mississippi River
Cold Chicago North Wind
Sailing down the Gulf of Mexico
I've got
Something to say
Floating in a bourbon-filled bottle
My own message in a bottle
I've got
Something to say
What if you could find it?
Then someone would know
What if you ignore it?
Then no one would know
Pick it up from the Atlantic Ocean
No matter what you do
If you leave it unopened
I'll have
Nothing to say
What if you don't find it?
Then no one will know
What if you could listen?
Then someone would know
What if this was my only chance?
How could I tell you?
There is so much left to say
So much I want you to know
CREDITS
Performer: Anneliese Bauer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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This Isn’t Love
Chris Nate
Verified Artist
Chris Nate
Meet Chris Nate, the alternative tunesmith you've probably never heard of, but will soon be unable to live without. Emerging from the vibrant music scene of Nashville, this little-known troubadour is steadily carving a niche for himself in the wide world of alternative music.
Chris is notoriously bashful about his origins but will tell you this: the fundamental building blocks of his music lie not in Nashville's sing-and-clap heartland, but on the rhythmic streets of his namesake city, Natchitoches, Louisiana. Every song seems to skate effortlessly across bayou blues and backwater folk rock, all while maintaining the ebullient tone that is so very Chris Nate.
It's no surprise that this seemingly scattershot blend of influences works so well given the success of his track, "This Isn't Love." A merry jaunt that dares to ask, 'What if love was more like playing jazz on a banjo in space?’ Delivered with a wink, a nod, and most crucially, a tie-dye shirt, the song is a festival of joy that will have listeners tapping their feet while crying laughter tears.
So, grab your headphones and give Chris Nate a spin. Here’s an artist whose music won’t just tickle your ears, but might just tickle your funny bone as well. He's serving up slices of life with a side of melody, and it's a recipe that's simply too tasty to resist. And if that isn’t love, well, this isn’t a biography. Or is it? Chris Nate might make you question everything. Everything except for his expertise in creating cheerfully menagerie tunes, that is.
This Isn’t Love
Chris Nate
Your keys on my floor like secrets we ignore
Talk cheap in the kitchen but silence said more
Late bites blurred lines
We orbit what we can’t define
And I don’t ask you to stay
But you never walk away
Ooh—ohh—caught in that delay
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
The door’s half closed your shadow blends
Routine strangers no need to pretend
Unread texts skipped calls
But still I’m there when you fall
I won’t hold out a map
You keep tracing the gap
Mm—yeah—holding what we lack
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
Words don’t heal in stereo
We play roles we’ll never know
But I’d still let it repeat—mmm—aah
Ahh—mmm—breathe in the mess
Still tethered nothing less
[Final Chorus]
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
(Uhh!) crash not intent
CREDITS
Performer: Chris Nate
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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What’s It Made Of?
LYA
Verified Artist
LYA
“If it doesn’t ask questions, it’s not music.”
LYA (pronounced “Lie-uh”) is a genre-defying artist from Berlin whose roots stretch from conservatory string quartets to the depths of fog-drenched warehouse raves. A classically trained violinist who once performed Vivaldi at age nine, she left formal music behind in her early 20s to pursue something more fractured, more real. What emerged was a sound as delicate as it is defiant—where harpsichords coexist with 2-step beats, and questions matter more than answers.
Her music exists in a liminal zone: somewhere between dance and disassociation, pop and poetry, cathedral and club. LYA often weaves spoken-word passages into her songs, transforming internal monologues into melodic mantras. Vocals—sometimes her own, sometimes spliced and AI-shifted—glide over textured layers of cello, muted synths, and ambient distortion. Think: if Imogen Heap grew up listening to Burial and wrote haikus in code.
LYA’s debut EP “Syntax of Sleep” was a quiet cult success among insomniac circles on Bandcamp, praised for its “introspective maximalism.” Her live sets, often accompanied by generative visuals and interactive lighting that reacts to audience movement, blur the line between concert and hallucination. She isn’t afraid of silence, nor of noise. Both, to her, are forms of rhythm.
LYA doesn’t write songs to explain. She writes them to wonder. “What’s It Made Of?”—her latest single via notfm—isn’t just a title. It’s a dare. A whisper in the hallway between thoughts. A reminder that meaning isn’t always the point.
What’s It Made Of?
LYA
Woke up in a sentence I don’t remember writing
(uhhh)
My name’s on the wall
but it’s spelled with a “Y” now
weird
I tried to fold the sunlight into thirds
but it keeps leaking through the creases
Like—
was that ever the point?
(Hey!)
Did we name the silence just to fill it?
A blue cup a red sock a key with no lock
Mom said dreams don’t rot
but I found mold on the corners of mine
(yeah uh-huh)
What’s it made of?
(Lie?)
What’s it made oooooof?
Is this glass or just slow ice?
(what’s the—yeah)
If I bite it will it crack or cry?
(Haha—cry?)
I asked the mirror but she blinked
Twice
My coat is full of exit signs
but none of them point north
I sleep in the hallway between thoughts—
and that’s fine
Or it was
(Was it?)
Someone keeps leaving me notes
in a handwriting I don't remember learning
“Simplify”
“Unwind”
“Don't trust the tulips”
What’s it made of?!
(don’t tell me it’s hope again)
What’s it maaaade of?!
If it’s love why’s it shaped like a chair leg?
If it’s truth
why does it taste like batteries?
Whoa whoa—
Don’t go there
Not now
(NOT NOW!)
CREDITS
Performer: LYA
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Secondhand Alibi
Romeo Vane
Verified Artist
Romeo Vane
"Romeo Vane: at the ripe age of 25, this American pop-rock comet is shooting across the Alternative universe, spreading hope with doses of edgy authenticity. Born and bred in the sonic heartland of the Windy City, he’s a Chicagoan with an unapologetic knack for compelling narratives and an obsession for truth.
Whether it's life's sharp corners or the soft bruises of love, Romeo Vane's got a knack for rolling them into tunes that blend breezy alt-rock melodies with the raw, gritty flavor of pop. His stage name isn't for show; Romeo comes with a romantic bravado that'd make Shakespeare blush, and the barbed tongue of a true Windy City native. Just tune into "Kiss Me When I'm Lying" - it's less of a song, more a rollercoaster ride through hope, heartbreak, and hilariously serious self-deprecation.
Despite his youth, he's seen more than enough of life's ups and downs, packaging the human experience into easily digestible nuggets of melodic wisdom. Romeo Vane’s music is the kind that makes you call your ex at 2 a.m., cry a little, laugh a lot, and still believe in the dream of a better dawn. Now, how's that for a self-made, alternative songwriter from the city that never sleeps?"
Secondhand Alibi
Romeo Vane
I found it in a Sunday ad
Between a sofa and a wedding band
“Barely used no questions asked”
The seller wore a borrowed name
He said it worked on jealous hearts
On hotel clerks and parking guards
I paid in cash he wished me luck
Then vanished before the light changed
I practiced every detail
The hour the street the rain
But truth has lousy manners
It keeps interrupting names
I bought a secondhand alibi
Cheap enough to fit my life
It worked until you asked me twice
Now every version sounds like mine
I bought a secondhand alibi
With someone else’s reasons inside
The story held the timing died
Now every version sounds like mine
I said the train was running late
You knew that line from ’98
I blamed a man I’d never met
You said “At least invent him well”
I moved the evening half an hour
Changed the bar replaced the car
By then the lie had better shoes
And more ambition than the truth
I gave it dates and weather
A witness and a scar
You watched me build the ceiling
Then asked where the foundations are
I bought a secondhand alibi
Cheap enough to fit my life
It worked until you asked me twice
Now every version sounds like mine
I bought a secondhand alibi
With someone else’s reasons inside
The story held the timing died
Now every version sounds like mine
Mine on Monday
Mine by five
Mine when I need
Someone else to survive
The seller called at 2:13
Said “That excuse belongs to me”
I told him he could have it back
He laughed and said “You made it yours”
You poured your drink into the sink
Not angry almost entertained
You said “The worst part isn’t this
It’s how rehearsed you look in pain”
So here’s the part I didn’t buy
No clever date no useful guy
I stayed because I liked the risk
I left because you noticed it
No missing train no broken phone
No nameless friend to take the blame
I wanted two incompatible things
And called confusion by your name
I bought a secondhand alibi
Cheap enough to fit my life
It worked until you asked me why
Now every version sounds like mine
I bought a secondhand alibi
But guilt was never in the price
Keep the story keep the night
Every version sounds like mine
The truth was sitting in the car
Patient as an unpaid fare
I opened up the passenger door
It said “You took your time”
CREDITS
Performer: Romeo Vane
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Light It From Within
Silas Hume
Verified Artist
Silas Hume
Silas Hume, based in the vibrant heart of Los Angeles, emerges from the shadows of a studio job crafting hits for others. His journey took a transformative turn when a demo intended for personal reflection turned into the anthem he never knew he needed. With tracks like "Light It From Within," where the playful lyrics ignite an infectious energy, Silas invites listeners to connect through upbeat melodies and relatable themes. The joyful resonance of his sound captures those moments when heartbeat and rhythm align, effortlessly drawing you into a euphoric atmosphere.
Returning to the music scene after a significant hiatus, Silas brings a fresh perspective to his catalog, which also features the uplifting track "Let It Flow." Each song radiates warmth and optimism, reflecting not only his evolution as an artist but also his desire to inspire joy in others. As he prepares to share more of his journey and emotions through powerful pop melodies, Silas Hume stands ready to light up the stage with authenticity and a renewed passion for his craft.
Light It From Within
Silas Hume
You walked in and the room woke up
Heartbeat shifting rising up
There’s a rhythm in the way you move
Pulls me forward changes the mood
Didn’t plan on feeling this vibe
But something in the moment came alive
No pressure just an easy flow
Like the night already knows
I feel a pulse lining up with mine
Every step falling right in time
You light it from within from within
Turn a quiet spark into a fire again
Every move you make pulls me in
Yeah we’re lifting lifting
You light it from within from within
Let the beat carry everything we’re feeling
If the night begins anywhere it begins
When you light it from within
You laugh and the whole floor shifts
Like the air just got a little lift
I can read you in the way you sway
Telling me there's more to say
No maps no plans to follow
Just a rhythm we borrow
Every turn feels natural now
Don’t know why don’t need to know how
I feel a pulse lining up with mine
Every step falling right in time
You light it from within from within
Turn a quiet spark into a fire again
Every move you make pulls me in
Yeah we’re lifting lifting
You light it from within from within
Let the beat carry everything we’re feeling
If the night begins anywhere it begins
When you light it from within
Maybe this is something rare
Something built on open air
If the world slows down tonight
Let it slow on this side
You light it from within from within
Turn a quiet spark into a fire again
Every move you make pulls me in
Yeah we’re lifting lifting
You light it from within from within
Let the beat carry everything we’re feeling
If the night begins anywhere it begins
When you light it from within
CREDITS
Performer: Silas Hume
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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You Crash
Liora Senvelle
Verified Artist
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.
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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Summer Fling
Solomon Dupree
Verified Artist
Solomon Dupree
Meet Solomon Dupree, the dance sensation from Chicago shaking the Windy City with his electrifying beats. This independent artist with a contagious ‘happy’ vibe and enough swagger to spare, has a knack for turning even the gloomiest days gleaming.
Born and raised in the soulful echoes of Chicago's music scene, Solomon fell hard for the rhythm of his city. His music, an infectious blend of classic Chicago house meets modern dance pop, has a charisma that few can resist. His undeniable talent is like the Sears Tower standing tall among clusters of hut-sized talents, dominating the skyline of Chicago's indie dance scene.
His standout track "Summer Fling" brings to mind the magic of a Lake Michigan shoreline party, awash with the peach-pink hues of a Midwestern sunset. Just like the city's legendary deep-dish pizza, Solomon serves up consistent layers of rich, flavourful beats, with a prioritization on taste and quality that gives his music that extra sizzle.
Dupree's journey has been like the 'L' train, an exhilarating ride with ups, downs, and scenic views, leaving passengers (or in this case, listeners) with a joyride of memorable moments. One thing's for certain – when it comes to the dance scene in the City of Big Shoulders, Solomon Dupree is a name you simply can't miss. All aboard the Dupree express for a non-stop dance explosion!
Summer Fling
Solomon Dupree
We got a little time
Let's burn a little more
Soakin' in the sunshine
In love with the shore
And when the night falls
I get a little bored
I think of you
In a sundress (Ooh)
Dancin' with the moonlight (Ah)
Can't get enough
Let's fall in love
We're all just a summer fling
Who cares if it ends?
We're here for the ride
One last goodbye
Mm-mm
We're all just a summer fling
And even when it ends
We're here for the ride
One last goodbye
Mm-mm
Ooh
Ooh
We're all just a summer fling
Who cares if it ends?
We're here for the ride
One last goodbye
Mm-mm
We're all just a summer fling
And even when it ends
We're here for the ride
One last goodbye
Mm-mm
Ooh
Ooh
CREDITS
Performer: Solomon Dupree
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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