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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
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Dust Between the Guns
Colt Mercer
Verified Artist
Colt Mercer
Colt Mercer is a mysterious country vocalist shaped by dusty border roads, old western stories, and the warm musical spirit of Mexico. Blending classic country storytelling with subtle Mexican melodies, he creates a cinematic sound filled with desert sunsets, lonely bars, long night drives, and unfinished goodbyes.
With “Dust Between the Guns,” Mercer introduces a world of warm acoustic guitars, light mariachi touches, raw vocal texture, and a rugged emotional tone. His music carries themes of love, pride, escape, regret, and personal reckoning always somewhere between a confession and a standoff.
Released with the support of not fm and Filodyo, Colt Mercer’s sound reflects a modern western atmosphere: timeless, dusty, dramatic, and deeply human. Away from the spotlight, he is said to draw inspiration from vintage tapes, old cowboy films, border-town legends, and the silence of the desert at sundown.
Dust Between the Guns
Colt Mercer
Slow wind on the empty street
Boots drag through the drifting heat
Shadows stretch across the town
One more sun is going down
Boardwalk creaks beneath my feet
Every sound repeats the beat
Windows closed and curtains drawn
Like this place has long been gone
Cards still lie upon the bar
Someone left a broken star
Dust is dancing in the light
Waiting for the coming night
Dust between the guns tonight
No one here to call it right
Every breath a loaded sound
Spinning slowly all around
Hands are steady hearts are slow
Every man already knows
When the silence starts to fall
No one leaves this street at all
Leather creaks across the lane
Every step repeats the same
Eyes are narrow time is thin
Like a clock about to spin
Old sign sways above the door
Scratching echoes on the floor
Somewhere far a trumpet cries
Like a warning in disguise
Dust between the guns tonight
No one here to call it right
Every breath a loaded sound
Spinning slowly all around
Hands are steady hearts are slow
Every man already knows
When the silence starts to fall
No one leaves this street at all
Wind moves softly through the town
One last figure lying down
Sun sinks red behind the plain
Only dust will stay again
CREDITS
Performer: Colt Mercer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Loneliness
Elara Stone
Verified Artist
Elara Stone
She makes music for the hours when clarity doesn’t arrive on time. Her songs sit between late-night electronic culture and everyday emotional friction, carried by a vocal that avoids performance and leans into presence. There’s no melodrama here, no oversized hooks. Instead, she works with restraint, letting repetition, silence, and subtle shifts do the heavy lifting, capturing the tension of modern relationships and the quiet pressure of daily life.
Sonically, her work draws from melancholic drum and bass and deep electronic traditions, but filters them through a distinctly current lens. Beats roll rather than hit, bass appears just long enough to leave a trace, and arrangements resist obvious peaks. Her voice is treated as part of the architecture, close, controlled, and emotionally distant, floating above the rhythm instead of chasing it. It’s music built for movement and reflection at the same time.
Her releases live within the carefully curated worlds of Filodyo and NOT FM, platforms that prioritise context over noise and long-form listening over instant impact. In that sense, her music isn’t chasing trends, it’s designed to exist alongside them, quietly confident, emotionally precise, and very much of its moment.
Loneliness
Elara Stone
The room stays still when I move
Air feels counted slow and exact
My phone facedown on the table
Like it knows I won’t look back
Hours fold into each other
No sharp edges no release
I don’t miss someone specific
I just miss how silence feels
Loneliness isn’t loud
It doesn’t need a scene
It waits until everything stops
And asks me what I mean
Loneliness stays close
Not heavy not kind
Just the shape of being here
With too much time
Walls keep doing what they do
Holding space without a sign
Every thought arrives unfinished
Leaves before it makes a line
I hear life somewhere ongoing
Not mine but near enough
I don’t reach for explanations
I’m already full of them
Loneliness isn’t loud
It never begs or pleads
It sits beside the moment
And lets it be what it is
Loneliness knows my pace
Never pulls never leads
Just walks the length of the night
At the speed I need
If this hour had a voice
It wouldn’t try to stay
It would tell me nothing’s broken
Then quietly move away
Loneliness isn’t loud
It doesn’t ask for proof
It’s not the end of something
It’s just the pause I move through
Loneliness fades on its own
When the timing is right
I don’t solve it tonight
I just let it pass the time
Morning is doing its job
Somewhere I don’t need to see
This night doesn’t owe me answers
It just keeps me company
CREDITS
Performer: Elara Stone
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Velvet Circuit
Anya Glint
Velvet Circuit
Anya Glint
CREDITS
Performer: Anya Glint
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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We Were Never Alone
Freya Knell
We Were Never Alone
Freya Knell
CREDITS
Performer: Freya Knell
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Intercepted Call
OXR
CREDITS
Performer: OXR
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Crossed Wires
Liora Penn
Verified Artist
Liora Penn
Liora Penn is a captivating UK garage pop singer whose music deftly combines crisp rhythmic delivery with an emotionally charged melodic style. Her approach to two-step grooves showcases a natural affinity for movement, inviting listeners to engage both physically and emotionally. With an emphasis on precise hooks, Liora crafts songs that resonate with a relatable authenticity, reflecting the complexities of modern relationships. This connection between her lyrics and the listener's personal experiences forms the backbone of her artistic identity.
Her standout track "Crossed Wires" epitomizes her signature sound, seamlessly blending dance, electronic, and pop elements into a bittersweet yet energetic offering. The playful undertones in her production enhance the emotional depth of her storytelling, inviting audiences to explore themes of love, miscommunication, and introspection. Liora's collaborative relationship with producer Hakan E. has further polished her contemporary sound, ensuring each release maintains a fresh and vibrant edge while anchoring it firmly within the UK garage pop landscape.
As Liora continues to evolve as an artist, her catalog promises to expand on the themes of connection and emotional honesty that define her work. By navigating the interplay between upbeat rhythms and more contemplative lyricism, she invites listeners into a world where every beat carries significance. Whether dancing in celebration or reflecting in stillness, fans find a piece of themselves within Liora's music, making her an essential voice in today's independent music scene.
Crossed Wires
Liora Penn
You call at two I miss by one
Two small signals come undone
Your name glows blue across my phone
I read it twice then walk back home
A simple word arrives too late
A second chance meets a closing gate
We keep our pride on separate lines
Then blame bad luck for broken signs
One step left one step right
Same small spark on different nights
Say it plain cut through noise
Give this feeling back its voice
Crossed wires crossed wires
Every message feeds the fire
You say stay I hear goodbye
We lose truth between reply
Crossed wires crossed wires
No more guessing no more liars
Call me now I will be clear
What I want is having you here
Your friends say wait mine say move
None of them can choose our truth
We trade three dots then let them fade
A tiny war that we both made
I know your habits you know mine
How we turn care to warning signs
So drop that script forget who wins
Let one good sentence pull us back again
One step left one step right
Same small spark on different nights
Say it plain cut through noise
Give this feeling back its voice
Crossed wires crossed wires
Every message feeds the fire
You say stay I hear goodbye
We lose truth between reply
Crossed wires crossed wires
No more guessing no more liars
Call me now I will be clear
What I want is having you here
No coded phrase no careful pose
Say what hurts and what still grows
I can take an honest line
If you can take this heart of mine
Crossed wires crossed wires
Now we cut across that fire
You say stay I hear it right
We choose us and end this fight
Crossed wires crossed wires
No more guessing no more liars
Call me now I will be clear
What I want is having you here
CREDITS
Performer: Liora Penn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Margin of Error
Susan Hall
Verified Artist
Susan Hall
Susan Hall emerges from the vibrant backdrop of New York City, where late-night writing sessions fuel her introspective explorations into the human experience. Infusing elements of Lo-Fi, Pop, and Trip-Hop, Susan crafts soundscapes that oscillate between playful and melancholic. Her track "Margin of Error" encapsulates this duality, featuring smoky vocals layered over a pulsating sub-bass and ethereal Fender Rhodes chords. With a penchant for the poetic, her lyrics explore themes of longing and uncertainty, often wrapped in an enigmatic embrace that resonates deeply with listeners.
The sonic threads within her catalog weave together a compelling narrative, each track a reflection of her artistic identity marked by subtle contrasts. From the dark trip-hop influences that shape her beats to the epic yet intimate moods she conjures, Susan's music reveals a world where vulnerability meets resilience. With tracks like "Margin of Error," she invites audiences to navigate through the shadows of love and loss while offering an unexpected playfulness that lingers long after the last note fades.
Margin of Error
Susan Hall
You filed my name under maybe
Kept one hand near delete
Your sentences came pre-approved
Every promise wore a barcode
I read the terms across your face
A firm refusal dressed as grace
You kept my number off the page
Then called it love at your own rate
I learned the cost of being near
A private charge renewed each year
Your figures never could align
You changed the units every time
You took the sum removed the source
Then called the damage normal loss
Call me your margin of error
The number you round to zero
You kept me close to the ledger
But never part of the total
Call me your margin of error
Your almost your after your spare
I won’t be filed under maybe
I won’t be useful then erased
You wore affection like a pass
Valid until somebody asked
My place was marked with pencil lead
Easy to alter hard to read
You built a room from access codes
The door unlocked when you chose
I left the key beside your name
No final speech no claim to blame
Your figures never could align
You changed the units every time
You took the sum removed the source
Then called the damage normal loss
Call me your margin of error
The number you round to zero
You kept me close to the ledger
But never part of the total
Call me your margin of error
Your almost your after your spare
I won’t be filed under maybe
I won’t be useful then erased
I was never hard to measure
You preferred uncertain scales
A person turned to useful data
A pulse reduced to monthly sales
Now every digit has an owner
Every loss can state its cause
You can keep your perfect record
I have left your private laws
Call me your margin of error
The number you rounded to zero
You kept me close to the ledger
But never part of the total
Call me your margin of error
The flaw that refused to behave
Cross out the file marked as maybe
I won’t be useful then erased
Delete my name from your system
The error has learned its own weight
CREDITS
Performer: Susan Hall
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
Second-Hand Sunday
Leonard Isaiah Ellis
Verified Artist
Leonard Isaiah Ellis
Leonard Isaiah Ellis is a British singer and songwriter known for his warm baritone, understated delivery, and the kind of presence that never needs to shout to be felt. Raised in South London, he grew up between church harmonies, old soul records, and the city’s late-night dance culture, which shaped the mix of intimacy and rhythm that runs through his music. Before releasing his own material, Ellis spent years writing hooks, recording demos, and lending vocals to producers in the house and electronic scene, quietly building a reputation as a dependable voice with real character.
His single Second-Hand Sunday shows a softer, more personal side of his writing. Built around small domestic details and a calm sense of gratitude, the song trades drama for comfort and finds meaning in ordinary moments, cheap coffee, old records, and the rare luxury of having nowhere to be. It is that balance of lived-in storytelling and soulful restraint that defines Leonard Isaiah Ellis, an artist more interested in honesty than image, and in songs that linger long after the room has gone quiet.
Second-Hand Sunday
Leonard Isaiah Ellis
Six coins in the jar on the shelf
Rain on the window like applause
You in my shirt with the sleeves rolled
Making toast like it's a job
We are not going anywhere today
And that is the whole plan
Give me a second-hand Sunday
Cheap coffee no ambition
Give me a second-hand Sunday
Nothing broken nothing missing
I have been rich and I have been thin
I'd take this over both of them
Give me a second-hand Sunday
(oh oh)
There's a record we have played into the ground
The needle skips at the same part
And we sing over the gap
Like it was meant to be there
Give me a second-hand Sunday
Cheap coffee no ambition
Give me a second-hand Sunday
Nothing broken nothing missing
I have been rich and I have been thin
I'd take this over both of them
Give me a second-hand Sunday
Everybody's chasing a bigger room
A better view a longer table
I've got a kettle and a radio
And somebody worth the morning
Give me a second-hand Sunday
Cheap coffee no ambition
Give me a second-hand Sunday
Nothing broken nothing missing
I have been rich and I have been thin
I'd take this over both of them
Give me a second-hand Sunday
Give me a second-hand Sunday
(oh oh)
CREDITS
Performer: Leonard Isaiah Ellis
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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Long Distance Line ...
Eli Varnish
Verified Artist
Eli Varnish
Eli Varnish spent most of his life drawing straight lines for crooked cities. As an architect, he designed libraries, train stations, and far too many gray, forgettable office buildings. He was always more interested in light than concrete — the way it moved through windows, shifted on floors, or disappeared behind closed doors. But deadlines piled up, and inspiration gave way to invoices. When he retired at 62, he didn’t throw a party. He just handed in his keys, took the long way home, and listened to the silence.
That’s when the music came back.
In his youth, Eli had played piano quietly — always in private, never in public. Now, with no blueprints to chase, he returned to the keys. Slowly. Gently. A few friends joined him — a bassist who used to drive a bus, a trombonist who sold insurance, and a drummer who once taught math. They started meeting weekly above an old bookstore. No gigs, no names. Just music.
Eventually, they found their way into a small jazz bar — dim, warm, and half-forgotten. That’s where Eli plays now. No spotlight, no talk. Just a glass of red wine, a crooked hat, and a piano that creaks in all the right places. The audience doesn’t clap much. They just nod, like they recognize something they forgot they knew.
Eli doesn’t miss architecture. “Buildings are meant to last,” he says, “but songs... songs are meant to leave.” And so he plays — not to impress, but to remember. To trace old lines in the air. To build something no one can own, but everyone can feel.
Long Distance Line from the Bosphorus
Eli Varnish
I’m calling from a room with peeling paint
A radio coughing out the truth
The kettle screams like it knows my name
Coins on the table none of them are you
The line is bad the night is worse
Somewhere a ferry cuts the dark in two
I got your number on a matchbook
And a voice that still remembers you
The operator’s half asleep
She says “Sir you still there?”
I say “Yeah I’m breathing smoke and prayers
Trying to get through anywhere”
This is a long distance line from the Bosphorus
I got one minute maybe less
If the city don’t swallow my words whole
You’ll hear me say I did my best
Yeah it’s a long distance line from the Bosphorus
The signal shakes the past comes through
If this call drops into the water
Just know I was calling you
There’s a man downstairs selling broken watches
Says time owes him money too
Every streetlight flickers like a bad idea
Every bar knows something I won’t tell you
I saw your face in a cracked mirror
Right next to a stain on the wall
I tried to hang up three times already
But this phone just won’t let me fall
This is a long distance line from the Bosphorus
The clock’s got a loaded gun
If I disappear between the numbers
Just say I was almost done
Hello?
Yeah… it’s me
Listen don’t say my name
The walls here got ears
And the night’s taking notes
It’s a long distance line from the Bosphorus
Static dancing in my head
If you hear silence after this
That’s just the things I never said
The operator counts me down
Five… four… the river wins
Click
CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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