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Corazón en la Calle
Zaharela B
Verified Artist
Zaharela B
Zaharela B is a vibrant Latin artist whose music radiates the energy of the dancefloor and the streets alike. Born in San Juan, Puerto Rico, and raised between the Caribbean and Miami, she blends the infectious grooves of reggaeton with the warmth of Latin pop and the bold flair of carnival rhythms. Her sound is a celebration of movement, culture, and joy—rooted in tradition yet unapologetically modern.
Her debut single, Corazón en la Calle, bursts with a reggaeton/dembow pulse, playful sound effects, and call-and-response hooks that pull listeners straight into the party. Switching effortlessly between Spanish and English, Zaharela B brings an unmistakable charisma to every lyric, making her performances feel like a shared celebration.
Available exclusively on Filodyo, Zaharela B’s music is more than just a soundtrack for dancing—it’s an invitation to let go, live in the moment, and move with the beat. With her magnetic presence and unstoppable energy, she’s poised to become a defining voice in the next wave of Latin dance music.
Corazón en la Calle
Zaharela B
Beep beep!
Vamos vamos!
Corazón en la calle woo!
Sun on the roof heat on the floor
Boots on the ground crowd wants more
Clap to the beat hips in time
Every little step feels so divine
Turn around bring it close
Hands up high let it show
Dale fuego dale ya
Move your body no se va
Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval
Drums in the air bass in my veins
Sweat in the night dance in the rain
Spin to the left slide to the right
Every little move feels like flight
Turn around bring it close
Hands up high let it show
Dale fuego dale ya
Move your body no se va
Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval
Beep beep!
Let’s go!
Clap clap!
Go low!
Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval
CREDITS
Performer: Zaharela B
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Falling
Sienna Marlowe
Verified Artist
Sienna Marlowe
Born and bred in the heart of Italy, Sienna Marlowe is a singer whose voice echoes with the rich history and timeless elegance of her homeland. As a child, Sienna would trespass into deserted train stations, her little voice echoing off the crumbling walls and intertwining with the rusted whispers of the forgotten railways. Her imagination would paint these forlorn shrieks of metal and dust into an imagined symphony of applause, encouraging her to believe in a world where silence spoke volumes and the stillness of an abandoned platform could become her music's grandest stage.
Passionate and prodigiously talented, Marlowe saw the world through a unique lens, where dreams danced in every corner. Her breakthrough hit, "I'm Not The One," captures this spirit perfectly, weaving a tale of love and perhaps a dash of Italian dramatic flair into an unforgettable, raw, powerful ballad. This song, much like Marlowe's career, is a testament to her innate ability to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, transforming everyday experiences into melodies that tug on heartstrings and tickle the soul. As a music biographer, you can't help but tip your hat to Sienna, who just might shout "Bravissimo!" at a rust-caked railway track, and you'd better believe it would be the most melodious cheer you've ever heard.
The heart of Sienna Marlowe's story is as simple and as complicated as a rusted railway line - it's about finding beauty in the abandoned, and a voice in the silence. Her journey from that deserted train station in Italy to the glamorous spotlight of international fame is a captivating symphony in itself. Hopping on this train of her musical journey, it's impossible not to sway along to the endearing rhythm of Sienna's life, one that serenades us with the notion that music truly knows no bounds – not even a "Do Not Enter" sign at an old train station.
Falling
Sienna Marlowe
Don't know when it'll fall away
Lighting up just to light the way
Another town on an endless road
And if I go
I hope you will forgive me
Mama
I hope you found your peace
In the place of your taming
Baby
I hope you think of me
The lighter click and the bottle top
The colored sky is now charcoal fog
And somehow
I'm still a child
With the wildfire
I hope you will forgive me
Mama
I hope you found your peace
In the place of your taming
Baby
I hope you think of me
Against all odds
Still stand tall
Tripped and fell
I made a call
And I got back up
Though I'm seasick and half-forsaken
Got one good hand for the other breakin'
And at times
Too much
But
Baby
I'm fallin'
In your arms
I could feel my fate
But the swaying never goes away
And now the girl sits on goat hill
She's mine now still
CREDITS
Performer: Sienna Marlowe
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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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
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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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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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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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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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Burn the Night
Indigo Motel
Verified Artist
Indigo Motel
Indigo Motel is an indie pop-rock band built for wide-open stages, late-night drives, and choruses that feel bigger every time they return. Their sound begins in intimate spaces—soft piano notes, restrained drums, and exposed male vocals—before growing into something urgent and cinematic. Stomps, handclaps, swelling guitars, and soaring synths gradually push each song toward an explosive release.
At the centre of the band is a raw, passionate lead vocal, strengthened by gang vocals that turn their choruses into communal moments. Indigo Motel write about youth, uncertainty, loyalty, escape, and the reckless confidence that appears when a crowd sings the same words together. Their music balances emotional vulnerability with festival-sized energy, creating songs that feel personal in the verses and unstoppable in the chorus.
Their debut single, “Burn the Night,” introduces Indigo Motel at their most ambitious: a slow-burning anthem that rises from a quiet opening into a powerful, uplifting singalong. It captures the band’s defining contrast—private emotion transformed into collective noise—and establishes them as a group made for packed venues, raised hands, and nights nobody wants to end.
Burn the Night
Indigo Motel
I hear the city breathing I feel the fire inside…
We’re the echoes on an empty street
Chasing hours we can’t repeat
Broken bottles but the glass still shines
We turn the ruins into battle lines
Lift me higher don’t let go
We’ve got sparks the dark can’t hold
So we burn the night we burn it bright
Raise your voice let it cut the sky
We are more than what they say
We are fire we won’t fade away
Every scar is a story told
Every hand is a hand to hold
If we stumble we still stand tall
Tonight we’re endless we can have it all
Lift me higher don’t let go
We’ve got sparks the dark can’t hold
So we burn the night we burn it bright
Raise your voice let it cut the sky
We are more than what they say
We are fire we won’t fade away
[Bridge – crowd chant]
Oh-oh-oh we’re alive tonight
Oh-oh-oh let the flames ignite
So we burn the night we burn it bright
Raise your voice let it cut the sky
We are more than what they say
We are fire we won’t fade away
We are fire… we are fire tonight
CREDITS
Performer: Indigo Motel
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Soft Collision
Arin Paper Crown
Soft Collision
Arin Paper Crown
[Cold Open]
네가 가까워지면
내 하루가 달라져
작은 숨 하나까지
너에게 닿는 것 같아
I don’t know what you did to me
But my heart moves carefully
아무 말 없이 웃어도
이상하게 따뜻해져
너의 눈을 보고 있으면
시간이 조금 느려져
서두르지 않아도 돼
우린 이미 가까워
[Lift]
조용한 이 마음이
너를 향해 번져 가
겁이 나도 괜찮아
너도 같은 눈빛이야
Soft collision
너와 내가 닿는 순간
Soft collision
내 맘이 먼저 알아
Love is coming softly
천천히 내게 와 줘
Soft collision
I fall into you
Soft collision
말보다 깊은 이 순간
Soft collision
숨길 수가 없잖아
Love is moving slowly
조금 더 머물러 줘
Soft collision
I fall into you
하루 끝에 네가 있으면
복잡한 맘이 풀려
작은 농담 하나에도
내 표정이 먼저 웃어
I was used to being alone
Keeping everything inside
그런 나를 흔든 사람
너라는 게 좋아
[Lift 2]
가까워질수록
더 솔직해지고 싶어
내 안에 남겨 둔 말
오늘은 전하고 싶어
Soft collision
너와 내가 닿는 순간
Soft collision
내 맘이 먼저 알아
Love is coming softly
천천히 내게 와 줘
Soft collision
I fall into you
Soft collision
말보다 깊은 이 순간
Soft collision
숨길 수가 없잖아
Love is moving slowly
조금 더 머물러 줘
Soft collision
I fall into you
혹시 너도 나처럼
돌아서기 아쉬웠다면
아무 말 하지 않아도
손을 잡아 줘
이 밤이 끝나기 전에
내 마음을 알아줘
너라면 괜찮아
I can let you in
[Final Chorus]
Soft collision
너와 내가 닿는 순간
Soft collision
내 맘이 먼저 알아
Love is coming softly
천천히 내게 와 줘
Soft collision
I fall into you
Soft collision
말보다 깊은 이 순간
Soft collision
숨길 수가 없잖아
Love is moving slowly
조금 더 머물러 줘
Soft collision
I fall into you
네가 가까워지면
내 하루가 달라져
Soft collision
I fall into you
CREDITS
Performer: Arin Paper Crown
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Sweaty Eddie
Luna Vespera
Verified Artist
Luna Vespera
Luna Vespera is a vibrant songstress hailing from the cobblestone streets of Paris, where she relocated from her native Lithuania due to her husband's engineering endeavors. Nothing spells "for better, for worse" like swapping the charm of Lithuanian landscapes for the lights of the Eiffel Tower. She's made a name for herself in the music industry, not just by gracing the city of love with her sound, but also through her amazing work with Filodyo – her sponsoring record label. As they say, even in Paris, show business is still business, which Luna handles beautifully in her Parisian serenade.
Known for her unique blend of melodic soundscapes, Luna's craft expands beyond just being a songbird. She's a veritable jack-of-all-trades, with a love for electronic digital audio workstations – think of her as a musical Da Vinci, blending art, technology, and a bit of joie de vivre. In fact, voice acting artist is another feather in her beret - a talent that adds an extra layer of richness to her music. If being a multi-talented songstress was a sport, Luna would undoubtedly be in the world league.
One of Luna Vespera's most popular hits is the contagiously rhythmic "Sweaty Eddie." Just like its name might suggest, the track delivers a charismatic, dance-infused anthem that gets listeners energized - and possibly a little sweaty. With its irresistible beats and Luna's honeyed voice, it's a firm favorite on Paris's lively music scene, and certainly, a defining element of Luna's growing musical legacy.
So, there you have it – Luna Vespera. The name to know in the Parisian music scene; an enchanting songstress with the charm of the old world and the pulse of the new. Stay tuned for the release of her next electronic ballad. Bonne écoute!
Sweaty Eddie
Luna Vespera
Wow
Spiritus
It goes a long way
I've just been livin' it
Riskin' it all
Had a vision I was gonna come up swingin' it
Kissin' goodbye
Won't you switch up for me
Envision this for a minute
Get the grin off your cheek
I'm tired of listenin'
But I'm clappin' along
When you're so kind to me
Glad to meet you
You're so kind
I saw the stone wall crumblin'
I saw the main stage settlin' down
Bird-watchin'
Moon howlin'
Let me see
Ooh
Sweaty Eddie
You could be lucky now
Hoppin' on the bandwagon
Sweaty Eddie
Stop for me now
Servin' a turn
As it happens
Sweaty Eddie
You could be lovely now
Hoppin' on the bandwagon
Sweaty Eddie
I see now
Take it in stride as it passes
Drop the pretenses
As the world relapses
Misunderstandings
Up in the attic
Pick it up
Pick it up
Carry it tall now
Oh my
Have we ever met before? I swear that I know it
Could I have a little bit more? I've gotten to know you quite well
I can see it comin' on
Now you're convinced
If you want me to
Convince me
Sweaty Eddie
You could be lucky now
Hoppin' on the bandwagon
Sweaty Eddie
Stop for me now
Servin' a turn
As it happens
Sweaty Eddie
You could be lovely now
Hoppin' on the bandwagon
Sweaty Eddie
I see now
Take it in stride as it passes
Have we ever met before? I swear that I know it
Could I have a little bit more? I've gotten to know you
It's quite alright
I can see it comin' on
Now you're convinced
Convince me
CREDITS
Performer: Luna Vespera
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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Beneath My Skin
Alex Mercer
Verified Artist
Alex Mercer
Alex Mercer isn't your run-of-the-mill, packaged, and primped pop star. He's that rare breed of true artist who moonlights as a philosopher in his spare time, equally quick to pick up an instrument as he is to spit-balling think pieces on existential woes. Born and bred in Ireland, Mercer’s music roots twist and twine through the romantic, rain-kissed streets of Dublin, soaking up influences from local legends like The Cranberries and U2. Imagine Bono and Dolores O'Riordan had a philosophical, multi-instrumentalist baby - that's our boy Alex for you.
Having been raised in a house where melodies danced intoxicated on Guinness, Mercer knows his way around an instrument or five. The man can coax sounds out of them that'll tear at your heartstrings and heal them in the same beat. His musical passion is only rivaled by his love for philosophy. One of his most famous songs "Beneath My Skin" is a perfect testament to this. It burrows deep into your psyche, tickles your existential dread, and leaves you in an introspective haze long after the last note fades. Mercer's music isn't just about foot-tapping tunes; it endeavors to pull out the guts of human experience, wrap it in a beautifully complex symphony and serve it back to you. Yummy, isn't it? We think so too.
Beneath My Skin
Alex Mercer
Glass towers hum in fading blue
Faint reflections split in two
Footsteps curve through liquid air
Tracing paths to nowhere
Weightless currents pull me near
Time dissolves yet stays so clear
Wires hum beneath my skin
Friction sparks we burn within
Rushing forward shedding past
Now’s the only thing that lasts
Torn-out pages words erased
Stories shift but won’t replace
Drifting through a silent storm
Shaping what was never formed
Weightless currents pull me near
Time dissolves yet stays so clear
Wires hum beneath my skin
Friction sparks we burn within
Rushing forward shedding past
Now’s the only thing that lasts
No rewind no fading lines
Only fire left to find
Wires hum beneath my skin
Friction sparks we burn within
Rushing forward shedding past
Now’s the only thing that lasts
CREDITS
Performer: Alex Mercer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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