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Silbando Tu Nombre
Bruno Galvez
Verified Artist
Bruno Galvez
Bruno Galvez was born to a working-class Spanish family in Valencia, where the scent of orange blossoms mixed with the sound of distant flamenco was part of everyday life. Raised in a modest apartment above a small tapas bar, Bruno’s earliest memories include the strum of his grandfather’s old guitar and the rhythm of heels tapping against the tiled floor. Music wasn't just tradition — it was identity.
To support himself through school, Bruno played guitar on the streets and metro stations of Madrid, his case open for coins, his eyes always scanning for inspiration. These years shaped both his sound and his soul. The rawness of performing for strangers taught him to listen deeply to people’s silence — and to fill it with something honest. His fingers spoke when words failed, and soon his name became familiar in the underground corners of the city.
He studied Anthropology at the Universidad Autónoma de Madrid, drawn to human stories, rituals, and rhythms — the same themes that echo in his music. By night he was a student of culture; by day, a transmitter of it, blending traditional flamenco with the urgency of the modern world. His academic lens gave new depth to his compositions, adding layers that resonated beyond melody.
Today, Bruno Galvez is no longer just a street performer. He’s a storyteller, a cultural bridge, and a reminder that music — especially flamenco — is not meant to be caged. It is meant to move, to cry, to celebrate, and most importantly, to survive.
Silbando Tu Nombre
Bruno Galvez
Caminando por las calles viejas
el sol se esconde tras la estación
mi sombra baila entre las piedras
tu risa vive en mi canción
Silbo tu nombre
como el viento sobre el mar
no hay palabras solo notas
que me llevan a soñar
Silbo tu nombre
y te siento regresar
aunque el mundo no te escuche
yo no dejo de silbar
Las farolas tiemblan con la brisa
mi corazón con tu señal
cada esquina guarda tu rastro
como un mapa sentimental
Silbo tu nombre
como el eco de un lugar
donde el tiempo se detiene
cuando empiezo a recordar
Silbo tu nombre
sin pensar si estás aquí
es mi forma de abrazarte
sin tenerte junto a mí
No hace falta voz ni letra
cuando el alma quiere hablar
un silbido basta a veces
para hacerte regresar
CREDITS
Performer: Bruno Galvez
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Hollow Traces
DRKBLU
Hollow Traces
DRKBLU
You left without a sound
But your shadow stayed
On the walls in the air
Every word we never said
I follow the hollow traces
Through empty rooms and faded places
Can’t touch you now
But I feel you somehow
I sleep on just one side
Still making room for you
Your shirt in the drawer
Still smells like truth
I follow the hollow traces
Through empty rooms and faded places
Can’t touch you now
But I feel you somehow
You were here
You’re still here
CREDITS
Performer: DRKBLU
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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Stay Happy
Ocean Girls
Verified Artist
Ocean Girls
Hailing from the sun-soaked shores of Miami, Ocean Girls are your new favorite indie-pop queens on the horizon. Drenched in sun, surf, and ceaseless cheer, their music is the audio equivalent of a ray of sunshine in what can sometimes be the storm of life.
Assuming their name from the very city they call home, these beach-town belles serve up chart-topping hits faster than a Florida diner slings hashbrowns. They've got the sass of the Spice Girls, the attitude of Madonna and just a pinch of Miami's own Gloria Estefan sizzling through each track. Ocean Girls have got a knack for taking even the most mundane moments, chucking them full of pizzazz, and dishing out feel-good anthems that simply command you to "Stay Happy."
Stick an Ocean Girls track on, and suddenly you're cruising down Ocean Drive, hair flapping in the breeze, and the somewhat distant memory of work drowned out by catchy choruses and sparkling melodies. These girls are more than just a band - they're a one-way ticket to a beach-front pop utopia where the vibe is always good, the beats are always flowing, and frowns are most certainly not allowed. When life hands you lemons, Ocean Girls hands you a margarita. Now, that's the kind of exchange rate we can get behind!
Stay Happy
Ocean Girls
"do not be afraid this is NOT FM"
"you're on filodyo"
Sunshine shinin'
Put your hands in the sky (Ahh uh)
Put 'em high
Put 'em high
Put 'em high
Come on
And if you feelin' really good (Uh)
Somebody
Tell me what you do
Ooh
Say it loud I got joy in my soul
Feelin’ good yeah I’m in control
No rain gonna steal my light
I stay happy day and night
Hands up if you’re feelin’ this vibe
Smiles wide we’re all alive
Let the rhythm set you free
I stay happy — naturally
I got too much on my mind to let negativity (Oh no no)
Ooh
Take over me
Ah
Ooh
Uh
So I put my best foot forward (I put my best foot forward)
Ooh
Uh
Yeah
And I tell negativity (Uh) this here (Yeah)
Say it loud I got joy in my soul
Feelin’ good yeah I’m in control
No rain gonna steal my light
I stay happy day and night
Hands up if you’re feelin’ this vibe
Smiles wide we’re all alive
Let the rhythm set you free
I stay happy — naturally
Every morning I wake I don’t hit the snooze
Got a smile on my face I was born to choose
Joy over drama peace over pain
Dancin’ in the sunlight singin’ in the rain
I don’t need fame I don’t chase the clout
I just keep it real that’s what I’m about
No fake friends no bad vibes near
If the love ain't loud then I won’t hear
Grindin’ for my goals but I rest my soul
Gotta laugh out loud just to stay in control
From the lows to the highs I just ride that wave
Turn a Monday gray to a Saturday rave
Keep it movin’ with the rhythm of my own beat
Head high clean heart walkin’ on clean streets
Every little setback’s just part of the climb
Can’t dim my light man I’m born to shine
Yeah
Yeah
(Oo-yeah)
I feel so good
Oh
I feel so good
I feel so good
Yeah
I feel so good
I feel so good
Oh
I feel so good
I feel so good
Oh
I feel so good
I feel so good
Oh
I feel so good
Say it loud I got joy in my soul
Feelin’ good yeah I’m in control
No rain gonna steal my light
I stay happy day and night
Hands up if you’re feelin’ this vibe
Smiles wide we’re all alive
Let the rhythm set you free
I stay happy — naturally
CREDITS
Performer: Ocean Girls
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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All Eyes On Me
Atrayo
All Eyes On Me
Atrayo
Walked in slow
Like I planned the night
No need to ask
The room turned right
Every step’s a signal flare
Every look says “Don’t you dare”
I don’t beg I don’t plead
I don’t follow — I lead
You feel the shift when I breathe in
Lights don’t flash — I make them dim
All eyes on me
Like the beat can see
Every move I make
Every stare I break
No need to speak
No need to flee
If you feel that heat
Then all eyes — on me
Didn’t come for love came for impact
High heels loud like a click-clack
Talk sweet — nah I don’t chit-chat
Say my name once then I dispatch
Pulse in the floor that’s me movin’
You stand still while I keep provin’
I don’t chase fame I outgrew it
Mirror on me? I outdo it
One shot — no blink no panic
Rhythm in blood I don’t need magic
All eyes here — it’s cinematic
Cool on fire — it’s automatic
I don’t chase I redefine
Set the pace rewrite the line
No script just instinct
And I don’t blink
I walk slow but I land hard
Wrote the map tore up the chart
All eyes on me
Like the beat can see
Every move I make
Every stare I break
No need to speak
No need to flee
If you feel that heat
Then all eyes — on me
You came for music
But you stayed for the fire
Now you’re caught
In the line of desire
All eyes on me
Nowhere else to be
Every move I make
Every stare I break
No need to speak
Just let it be
If you're here for heat
Then all eyes — on me
CREDITS
Performer: Atrayo
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Bad Good Timing
Mirror Talk
Verified Artist
Mirror Talk
Emerging from the vibrant scene of New York City, Mirror Talk is a dynamic trio that blends infectious pop melodies with an unmistakable energy. Comprised of three talented individuals—Jalen, Marcus, and Theo—their creative chemistry shines through in every track they produce. With their latest release, "Bad Good Timing," they exemplify a sound that is both playful and reflective, inviting listeners to explore the dualities of life through catchy hooks and engaging lyrics.
The music of Mirror Talk encapsulates a wide array of themes that resonate deeply with their audience. Their songs often delve into the complexities of relationships and personal growth, capturing moments of joy and introspection alike. Each track builds on the last, creating a cohesive narrative that speaks to the experiences of young people navigating love and life. The trio's ability to infuse fun into serious topics makes their work relatable, ensuring that listeners can't help but dance while contemplating life’s ups and downs.
As they continue to evolve as artists, Mirror Talk is establishing itself as a formidable presence in the independent music landscape. Their collective commitment to authenticity and connection shines through not just in "Bad Good Timing," but also in their broader catalog. With each release, they promise more vibrant melodies and clever storytelling that keeps fans eagerly anticipating what comes next.
Bad Good Timing
Mirror Talk
Mm
Bad good timing
That’s what you are
You walk past me
With a half smile
Like you know trouble
Got a new style
I say nothing
You say my name
Now every old rule
Feels out of frame
You got rhythm
With no big move
I got questions
I can’t prove
One small look
One sharp turn
Now my whole chest
Has to learn
I was doing fine
I was staying clear
Then you came close
And changed my year
No big drama
No grand design
Just your hand
Almost touching mine
Bad good timing
Wrong right feeling
I don’t want it
But I need it
Bad good timing
Too real to hide
You got me dancing
On my good side
I say no
Then I lean closer
I act cool
Then it takes over
Bad good timing
Wrong right feeling
I don’t want it
But I need it
You don’t promise
You don’t pretend
You just make trouble
Feel like a friend
There’s a song playing
From a passing car
You move once
And I know where we are
Not too sweet
Not too serious
Something about you
Gets dangerous
I was careful
I was composed
Now my good sense
Leaves when you’re close
I was doing fine
I was staying clear
Then you came close
And changed my year
No big drama
No grand design
Just your hand
Almost touching mine
Bad good timing
Wrong right feeling
I don’t want it
But I need it
Bad good timing
Too real to hide
You got me dancing
On my good side
I say no
Then I lean closer
I act cool
Then it takes over
Bad good timing
Wrong right feeling
I don’t want it
But I need it
Maybe this is simple
Maybe this is not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe I forgot
How to keep distance
How to stay wise
How to tell my body
Not to take your side
You don’t have to save me
You don’t have to stay
Just don’t look at me
That particular way
[Final Chorus]
Bad good timing
Wrong right feeling
I don’t want it
But I need it
Bad good timing
Too real to hide
You got me dancing
On my good side
I say no
Then I lean closer
I act cool
Then it takes over
Bad good timing
Wrong right feeling
I don’t want it
But I need it
Bad good timing
Wrong right feeling
I don’t want it
But I need it
Mm
Bad good timing
That’s what you are
CREDITS
Performer: Mirror Talk
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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Between the Sands
Aeroglyph
Between the Sands
Aeroglyph
You moved like silence
Through a city I never named
I watched you from behind my eyes
But you never turned again
You whispered through closed doors
I answered with my breath
Some things are born too quiet
To survive the weight of steps
Time doesn’t fold it floats
Like fabric on your hands
We never chose this ending
We just… ran out of plans
If I find you again
Would you know who I became?
All that sand between our feet
Can’t hold the same name
CREDITS
Performer: Aeroglyph
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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City of Us (ft Kairo)
Zion Vale
Verified Artist
Zion Vale
Seismic, fresh, and ready to take the pop world by storm, Zion Vale is the windswept prodigy hailing from Manhattan's electric heartbeat. Illuminating the shadows of Indy Pop with a voice that sways between whispers and roars, Zion is the authentic, soul-penetrating force you didn’t know you were waiting for.
Kicking it back to their school days, Zion crossed paths with the musically gifted Kairo. What started as simple shared detention notes evolved into a collaborative crescendo—culminating in their standout track "City of Us". This song is Zion's self-proclaimed love letter to their city—a hopeful anthem designed to unite, inspire, and get stuck on repeat in your head.
Against a backdrop of sizzling city nights, Zion's brand of Pop - potent, playful, and undeniably infectious - has been getting Manhattan's less-grimy gutters humming. Imagine if Jupiter and Mars got together to jam: that's the level of celestial meeting of the minds we're talking about here, people.
With a charismatic blend of lyrical genius, Zion Vale is set to redefine what it means to be an independent artist. So keep one ear to the ground, because Zion is about to drop the beat that echoes the 'City of Us' and, trust us, you don't want to miss it.
City of Us (ft Kairo)
Zion Vale
Concrete and dreams underneath my feet
Grew up on these blocks where the cold and the warm meet
Didn't have much but I had this view
Rooftops and water towers skies painted blue
This city raised me made me who I am
Every subway line running through my veins
And I've been down I've been lost in these streets
But every time I fell this city caught me
(mm)
New York New York
I was made from your bones
Every scar on this city
Is a scar that I own
I have loved I have lost
On these streets made of stone
But I always — always
Find my way home
Harlem nights had nothing but a name
Told myself either make it or make it no game
Penthouse dreams from a fire escape view
This city don't love you till you prove something true
I've seen men fold under all this weight
But New York only opens up for those who wait
And I've been cold sleeping on ambition
But this city turned my hunger into vision
(yeah)
New York New York
We were made from your bones
Every scar on this city
Is a scar that we own
We have loved we have lost
On these streets made of stone
But we always — always
Find our way home
(ohhh yeah)
(home…)
They say the city never sleeps
(never sleeps)
But I've seen it quiet
At 4 AM when even the brave weep
(weep…)
And still — the lights stay on
(lights stay on)
And still — we carry on
(carry on…)
Because this city chose us
As much as we chose it
(mm)
Every broken dream here
Still has fire in it
(fire…)
(ohhhh)
New York New York
We were made from your bones
Every scar on this city
Is a scar that we own
(own it)
We have loved we have lost
On these streets made of stone
(these streets)
But we always — always
(always)
Find our way
(find our way)
Home
(HOME)
(ohhhhh)
New York…
(mm)
You never let me go
(never…)
And I never wanted you to
(fade)
CREDITS
Performer: Zion Vale
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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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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Through the Static
Tyler Jorvik
Through the Static
Tyler Jorvik
CREDITS
Performer: Tyler Jorvik
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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