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Corazón y Pasión
Celesmara
Verified Artist
Celesmara
Celesmara, hailing from the vibrant streets of Los Angeles, brings a fresh wave of Latin pop infused with the warmth of her heritage. Her music is a heartfelt exploration of love and connection, where passionate lyrics intertwine with infectious melodies. With her latest track, “Corazón y Pasión,” she expertly blends reggaeton rhythms with rich mariachi instrumentation, creating a lively atmosphere that invites listeners to dance under the moonlight. Celesmara's vocal style is marked by deep emotional resonance, effortlessly shifting between Spanish and English, making her songs universally relatable.
The creative spark for Celesmara ignited during late-night writing sessions, where the magic of the evening inspired her to pen tracks that encapsulate both romance and rhythm. Each of her songs, including the enchanting “Corazón y Pasión,” showcases her ability to conjure vivid imagery through music—whether it's the intoxicating thrill of newfound love or the tender moments that make life extraordinary. As she continues to evolve as an artist, Celesmara’s catalog promises a celebration of joy and longing, inviting fans to join her on a journey filled with heart and dance.
Corazón y Pasión
Celesmara
Oh-oh-oh…
Ay mi amor…
Corazón y pasión…
When you touch my hand el mundo para
Every look from you mi alma dispara
Trumpets sing the way I feel
This love is strong this love is real
Dance with me bajo la luna
Every step nos acerca más
Let the night keep our secret
This moment will always last
Corazón y pasión baila conmigo
Siente el fuego stay here conmigo
Corazón y pasión solo contigo
Hasta que salga el sol mi destino
Every kiss you give es mi fortuna
Your embrace shines brighter que la luna
Every beat of my heart’s for you
Every dream that I chase is true
Dance with me bajo la luna
Every step nos acerca más
Let the night keep our secret
This moment will always last
Corazón y pasión baila conmigo
Siente el fuego stay here conmigo
Corazón y pasión solo contigo
Hasta que salga el sol mi destino
No me sueltes mi vida
Hold me closer tonight
Every breath is a promise
We’ll be alright
Corazón y pasión baila conmigo
Siente el fuego stay here conmigo
Corazón y pasión solo contigo
Hasta que salga el sol mi destino
CREDITS
Performer: Celesmara
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Soft Machines
Taulk
CREDITS
Performer: Taulk
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Call It Even
Janelle Porter
Verified Artist
Janelle Porter
Janelle Porter is a soul and house vocalist with a warm, expressive delivery and a taste for records that feel equally at home on the dancefloor and in headphones. Her music draws from classic house piano, disco loops, gospel harmonies and the emotional directness of old soul songwriting, but she keeps the production clean and contemporary. She is less interested in dramatic breakup narratives than in the complicated, adult moments that come after them, when affection, disappointment and gratitude can all exist in the same sentence.
On Call It Even, Porter turns the end of a relationship into something generous instead of bitter. The song moves on a bright 123 BPM house groove while the lyric refuses to assign blame, choosing memory and perspective over resentment. That balance has become central to her sound, uplifting without becoming lightweight, soulful without leaning on nostalgia, and emotionally honest without losing the sense that the music should still make people move.
Call It Even
Janelle Porter
You keep the good chair I'll keep the arguing
You take the coast I'll take the noise
We could sit here counting who owes who
Or put it down and both walk out the door
There's no villain in this room
Just two people out of time
Let's call it even
Let's call it kind
Let's call it two years I would never trade
For an easier life
Let's call it even
Let's call it done
And I'll still be glad that it was you
When I'm ninety-one
(even even call it even)
I'm not going to make you the reason
Everything after this went wrong
That's a heavy thing to hand somebody
And you carried enough of mine
Let's call it even
Let's call it kind
Let's call it two years I would never trade
For an easier life
Let's call it even
Let's call it done
And I'll still be glad that it was you
When I'm ninety-one
I hope the coast is good to you
I hope you find the quiet kind
I hope somebody meets you at the airport
Every single time
Let's call it even
Let's call it kind
Let's call it two years I would never trade
For an easier life
Let's call it even
Let's call it done
And I'll still be glad that it was you
When I'm ninety-one
Let's call it even
Let's call it kind
CREDITS
Performer: Janelle Porter
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Split Frequency
Aris Veyton
Verified Artist
Aris Veyton
Aris Veyton is an electronic music producer whose sound blends modern club energy with subtle emotional depth. Rooted in electronic and dance-driven structures, his productions balance clean rhythms, textured synth layers and restrained melodic elements.
Rather than chasing trends, Aris focuses on atmosphere and flow. His tracks are designed to work both on the dancefloor and in personal listening environments, creating a sense of continuity rather than sudden impact. Minimal arrangements, controlled dynamics and carefully crafted sound design are central to his approach.
Working primarily in the studio, Aris Veyton treats music as a long-form experience rather than a single moment. His style reflects a contemporary electronic mindset: precise, understated and immersive. Each release is a step in an evolving sonic identity that prioritizes mood, space and consistency.
Split Frequency
Aris Veyton
There’s a pulse that keeps dividing me
Two rhythms fighting underneath
One side wants order keeps the lines so straight
The other sparks fires wants to detonate
I move through the evening with a crowded mind
Trying to decode what I can’t define
I’m standing at the center
Where signals overlap
Trying not to surrender
To the louder half
Tune me to a steady wave
Pull me where the noise behaves
I’m drifting through a world I crave
But breaking when the signals change
Tune me to a steady wave
Balance all the parts I save
I’m fading into what I brave
When both of me collide again
Thoughts turn metallic when the pressure grows
Patterns fall apart then they recompose
I’m chasing a structure that I can’t commit
Every time I form it something ruins it
I’m standing at the center
Where signals overlap
Trying not to surrender
To the louder half
Tune me to a steady wave
Pull me where the noise behaves
I’m drifting through a world I crave
But breaking when the signals change
Tune me to a steady wave
Balance all the parts I save
I’m fading into what I brave
When both of me collide again
If there’s a place between the sides
I’ll walk the thin divide
Waiting for the moment
Both frequencies align
CREDITS
Performer: Aris Veyton
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Pieces Of Tomorrow
Glass Orchard
Verified Artist
Glass Orchard
Glass Orchard: underdogs from Iceland's burgeoning musical arena, who've taken indie beats and songwriting to a whole new Frosty level. Headed by a commanding male lead supported by a dynamic duo of keyboardists, they're melting all sorts of icy musical conventions.
Born under the northern lights of Reykjavik, they're often joked as the "fruity version" of Sigur Rós. Our main man pulls emotional threads like a seasoned weaver, belting out raw, hearty verses that contrast blissfully against the soft twinkling of the keyboards, played by our male-female dynamic duo. And boy, do they peel back the layers!
Their most noteworthy track, "Pieces of Tomorrow", tantalizingly teeters between radio-friendly pop and their native avant-garde sound. It’s like biting into an enchanted apple; filled with textured layers of auditory delight. Get ready to chomp down to get a taste of the future through their fresh, clairvoyant tunes.
Once you've had a bite of Glass Orchard, you'll understand why Iceland's not just famous for their geysers and quirky mayor. Much like their namesake, they reflect a myriad of perspectives under one musical roof. Sweet, tangy, and reliably crisp, Glass Orchard’s music serves us delicious pieces of tomorrow, today.
Pieces Of Tomorrow
Glass Orchard
I remember
Little pieces
Little pieces
Of tomorrow
I woke up in a moving city
With your message on my phone
Saying nothing lasts forever
But I hate the word alone
There were faces in the window
There were names I couldn’t place
I was dancing through the morning
Trying not to see your face
I don’t wanna fall back
I don’t wanna fade out
I don’t wanna stand still
Waiting for the same sound
If the night is broken
Let the beat repair it
If my heart is open
I’m not scared to wear it
Piece by piece
I come alive
Little lights
Inside my mind
Beat by beat
I feel the fire
You were gone
But I got higher
Piece by piece
I’m not the same
I lost you once
But found my name
Oh-oh-oh
I come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
Come alive
Come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
Come alive
Come alive
Little pieces
Of tomorrow
I kept walking through the static
With my shadow next to me
Every heartbreak has a rhythm
If you let the body breathe
I was more than what you left with
More than tears on bathroom tiles
Now the bassline pulls me forward
And I’m learning how to smile
I don’t wanna fall back
I don’t wanna fade out
I don’t wanna stand still
Waiting for the same sound
If the night is broken
Let the beat repair it
If my heart is open
I’m not scared to wear it
Piece by piece
I come alive
Little lights
Inside my mind
Beat by beat
I feel the fire
You were gone
But I got higher
Piece by piece
I’m not the same
I lost you once
But found my name
Oh-oh-oh
I come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
Maybe love is not a place
Maybe home can change its shape
Maybe all the things we lose
Turn into another way
I don’t need the past to call
I don’t need the door unlocked
I can be the one who breaks
And still becomes the song
Piece by piece
I come alive
Little lights
Inside my mind
Beat by beat
I feel the fire
You were gone
But I got higher
Piece by piece
I’m not the same
I lost you once
But found my name
Oh-oh-oh
I come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
I remember
Little pieces
Little pieces
Of tomorrow
Piece by piece
I come alive
CREDITS
Performer: Glass Orchard
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Follow The Signal
Luna Vey
Verified Artist
Luna Vey
Meet Luna Vey, the one-woman dance energy powerhouse hailing from the city that never sleeps, Las Vegas. Bathed in neon lights and pulsating beats, her music is a gamble that always pays out.
Crafted within the vibrant chaos of Sin City, Vey's tunes are the dazzling nightlife captured in melodic form. Drawing inspiration from the city’s hedonistic nightlife, her most infamous track, "Follow The Signal," can only be described as the love child between a suited blackjack dealer and Lady Luck herself - equal parts thrilling and enchanting.
It's dance music, no doubt, but with a hefty serving of Vegas flair. When Luna Vey rains down beats, her tracks aren’t just rhythm; they're high octane happiness that could lure the mopiest of souls onto the dance floor. So don't just stand there—get up, throw some confetti, and surrender to Luna’s glitzy, happy groove.
Get your glitter ready and your mirror balls spinning, because Luna Vey's dance anthems are about to turn your living room into the most exhilarating club scene this side of Vegas.
Follow The Signal
Luna Vey
I’ve got a feeling it’s pulling me near
A quiet whisper only I can hear
Through the static it’s breaking the haze
A guiding light in this endless maze
No map no compass I don’t need a plan
Just hold on tight we’ll make our stand
The road’s unwritten but I see the glow
The signal’s clear it’s time to go
Ooooo Aaaaaa can you feel it now?
The rhythm of my heart is calling out somehow
Ooooo Aaaaaa let the moment flow
No need for direction I’m the way you know
Step by step we’re chasing the fire
Every beat takes us higher and higher
Trust in the spark it’ll lead the way
To brighter nights and golden days
No stars no signs we’ll make our own
With every step we’re carving stone
Together we’ll rise no way to fall
The signal’s loud I hear it call
Ooooo Aaaaaa can you feel it now?
The rhythm of my heart is calling out somehow
Ooooo Aaaaaa let the moment flow
No need for direction I’m the way you know
Close your eyes feel the world spin slow
Where we’re headed only we will know
Through every twist through every turn
The fire inside let it burn
Ooooo Aaaaaa can you feel it now?
The rhythm of my heart is calling out somehow
Ooooo Aaaaaa let the moment flow
No need for direction I’m the way you know
Follow the signal follow me through
Amazing days are waiting for you
Ooooo Aaaaaa can you feel it rise?
The future is ours beneath the skies
CREDITS
Performer: Luna Vey
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Fica no Quase
Rosa Medina
Verified Artist
Rosa Medina
Rosa Medina was born in 2001 in Porto, Portugal, to a family that carried both Iberian and Brazilian heritage. Her father, a fisherman from Aveiro, filled the house with fado records, while her Brazilian mother played MPB classics and samba on lazy Sunday mornings. Rosa grew up between two shores of the Portuguese-speaking world — absorbing the saudade of Amália Rodrigues and the sunny, syncopated joy of Gal Costa in equal measure.
At fourteen, she began performing small sets in riverside cafés, her voice effortlessly gliding between soft whispers and soaring notes. The intimacy of fado was her foundation, but Rosa was restless — she wanted her songs to dance. By blending Portuguese folk melodies with bossa nova chords, urban beats, and lush pop arrangements, she began to shape a style that felt both nostalgic and forward-looking.
In 2025, Rosa released her debut single "Fica no Quase" in collaboration with Filodyo, the independent music producer known for shaping fresh, original sounds for global audiences. The track — a bittersweet, mid-tempo anthem about love suspended in uncertainty — gained instant traction on streaming platforms. Its hypnotic chorus, sung entirely in Portuguese, became a signature moment in her live performances.
Today, Rosa Medina is part of a new generation redefining Lusophone pop, performing sold-out shows from Lisbon to São Paulo. Despite her growing fame, she keeps her songwriting process deeply personal — scribbling lyrics on napkins in Lisbon cafés, recording demos on her phone while walking along the Douro River. For Rosa, every performance is a bridge connecting continents, carrying the language and emotion of Portuguese music to the world stage.
Fica no Quase
Rosa Medina
Você fala devagar
Como quem quer ir embora
Mas deixa a porta entreaberta
E o perfume na demora
Se fosse pra ser já era
Mas ainda tem coisa no olhar
Fica no quase no meio
Nem céu nem chão inteiro
Fica no toque que não vem
Na saudade que não tem nome também
O silêncio entre a gente
É mais forte que um não
Você sorri com os lábios
Mas seus olhos dizem não
E eu finjo que entendo
Mas espero você ficar
Fica no quase no canto
Sem promessa sem pranto
Fica no gesto que não se dá
No abraço que não quer se fechar
Se um dia for tudo ou nada
Talvez eu escolha o nada
Mas até lá…
Fica no quase no meio
No tempo que é só receio
Fica no quase comigo
Mesmo que seja só perigo
CREDITS
Performer: Rosa Medina
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Question Life
The Unpaid Actors
Verified Artist
The Unpaid Actors
The Unpaid Actors is a vibrant three-member DJ group based in Berlin, known for their eclectic blend of dance, disco, and electronic sounds. The trio consists of Leo, a dynamic producer with an ear for infectious beats; Mia, a soulful vocalist who infuses their tracks with emotion; and Sam, a master of live mixing who brings the energy to their performances. They first crossed paths at a local underground party where they bonded over their shared passion for music and the art of DJing. Following that serendipitous night, they began collaborating, quickly realizing that their combined creative energies produced something special.
Their catalog, though currently featuring just one track, "Question Life," showcases a hopeful and inspirational vibe that resonates with listeners on an emotional level. The song embodies a dreamy atmosphere paired with playful and uplifting melodies, making it perfect for both intimate settings and late-night dance floors. While they are still expanding their repertoire, The Unpaid Actors have already established a signature sound characterized by sensual vocals and rhythmic grooves that invite listeners to escape into the music.
As they continue to develop their artistry, The Unpaid Actors aim to produce tracks that not only entertain but also inspire reflection and connection among audiences. Each song they create serves as an invitation to explore themes of identity and existence, echoing the essence of "Question Life." With plans for more releases in the near future, this Berlin-based trio is poised to make a significant mark on the independent music scene as they invite listeners to join them on this exciting musical journey.
Question Life
The Unpaid Actors
I wore my doubts like coins
In the coin-slot sky
Tossed them up for answers
They came back tied
My shoes on the curb
My hands in my coat
I asked the dark around me
For one clear note
And every sign
Looked back at me
Like maybe
Maybe it’s me
Question life
Question life
I keep asking why
Question life
Question life
Till the hurt goes quiet
My mother said “hold on”
My brother said “run”
My best friend laughed too hard
When I said “what’s done is done?”
The train doors opened
I stepped right in
No map in my pocket
Just a pulse and a grin
And every face
On that crowded ride
Said maybe
Maybe tonight
Question life
Question life
I keep asking why
Question life
Question life
Till the hurt goes quiet
If I don’t know
Then I don’t know
Still I’m moving
Still I’m close
To something real
Under my feet
Not all answers
Have to speak
Question life
Question life
I keep asking why
Question life
Question life
Till the hurt goes quiet
Question life
Question life
I’m alive tonight
Question life
Question life
And that’s my light
CREDITS
Performer: The Unpaid Actors
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Amour
Juliette Brousseau
Verified Artist
Juliette Brousseau
Juliette Brousseau lives in Paris, a city that has always inspired her artistic soul.
She studied at the prestigious Conservatoire de Paris, where she honed her craft and developed her talents. Immersed in the rich musical heritage of the city, Juliette excelled in her studies, mastering multiple instruments, including the piano, violin, and flute.
Her education at the conservatoire not only refined her technical skills but also deepened her understanding of music theory and composition. As a multi-instrumentalist, Juliette effortlessly blends classical influences with contemporary sounds, creating music that resonates with a wide range of audiences.
Her performances are a captivating blend of precision and passion, showcasing her versatility and deep love for music.
Amour
Juliette Brousseau
Verse 1
Dans les yeux de l'amour j'ai découvert un monde nouveau
Chaque regard partagé est une promesse de demain
Dans ses bras je trouve un abri un endroit si chaud
Mon cœur bat au rythme du sien doux refrain
Chorus
Amour emporte-moi sur les ailes de la passion
Dans tes yeux je vois les étoiles briller la nuit
C'est toi mon évasion ma seule et unique obsession
Avec toi chaque moment est un pur délice
Verse 2
Sous le ciel de Paris nous marchons main dans la main
Les rues murmurent des chansons d'éternité
Chaque baiser volé un secret entre toi et moi
Dans cette ville lumière notre amour est scellé
Chorus
Amour emporte-moi sur les ailes de la passion
Dans tes yeux je vois les étoiles briller la nuit
C'est toi mon évasion ma seule et unique obsession
Avec toi chaque moment est un pur délice
Bridge
Là où les rêves fleurissent dans le jardin de notre amour
Chaque fleur porte le parfum de nos jours heureux
Je me perds dans cet amour plus profond chaque jour
Toi et moi ensemble face à l'immensité des cieux
Outro
Dans le silence de la nuit je sens ton souffle contre moi
Chaque battement de ton cœur est une mélodie pour mon âme
L'amour notre danse sous la lune où tout commence toujours
A tes côtés chaque instant est un poème une flamme
CREDITS
Performer: Juliette Brousseau
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Keep the Receipt, S...
Dust Motel
Verified Artist
Dust Motel
Dust Motel Static began with **Marisol “Mari” Vela**, a sharp-tongued singer and baritone guitarist raised between Tucson and a small border town where her mother ran a late-night diner. **Evan Rusk**, a quiet multi-instrumentalist and obsessive arranger from Bakersfield, had spent years repairing amplifiers, collecting discarded tape machines and writing instrumental cues for films that were never made. Mari became the face and voice of the project; Evan became the person who could turn one crooked guitar phrase into an entire record.
They met after Evan’s pickup broke down outside the diner during a summer dust storm. Mari noticed the long-scale guitar case in the truck bed, borrowed the instrument before offering any help and played the same four notes until Evan began tapping a rhythm against the counter. They spent the rest of the night recording into a battered portable machine beside the diner’s ice freezer. The resulting demo carried traffic noise, a loose refrigerator panel and an argument from the kitchen, but neither of them wanted to recreate it in a cleaner studio.
Their debut single, **“Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart,”** introduces their sound through Mari’s dry, teasing delivery, Evan’s tightly controlled rhythm section and a low melodic guitar that moves somewhere between desert noir and border-town rock. The song treats a dishonest apology like a badly fitted purchase, turning an uncomfortable conversation into a compact, playful hook. It is currently their only released track, but the duo have already made their intentions clear: Dust Motel Static prefer small details, crooked humour and memorable guitar lines over polished mythology.
Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart
Dust Motel
You parked across the hydrant
Like the law had gone to lunch
Brought six supermarket daisies
Held together with a rubber band
Said “I’ve been doing lots of thinking”
With the posture of a judge
Then set one careful “sorry”
On my counter still unopened
You pressed your palm against your chest
Like cameras filled the hall
I asked for one clean answer
You gave the director’s cut
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take the whole display with you
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
Almost true almost true
Look at you improving
You said your phone had lost its manners
Your watch was running scared
Your friends had formed a committee
And voted you unprepared
Your mother took the witness stand
Your therapist was quoted
I asked “Did you sleep with her?”
You said “The wording feels loaded”
You lowered your voice an octave
That trick you save for court
I asked where you were Tuesday
You gave the weather report
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take the whole display with you
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
No don’t kneel; the floor is clean
Don’t swear on anybody’s grave
Skip the trembling lower lip
You practiced beside the valet
I’m just taking inventory:
One key two names three hotel pens
You may keep the supermarket daisies
They’ve heard the whole defense
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take your grand performance too
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
Almost true almost true
Look at you improving
“Need a bag?”
“No he came with one”
CREDITS
Performer: Dust Motel
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Radio Trottoir
No Be Me
Verified Artist
No Be Me
No Be Me is an Afro-pop collective built around rhythm, mischief and stories that travel faster than facts. Their songs follow barbers, drivers, aunties, shopkeepers and accidental witnesses through everyday neighbourhood dramas, turning overheard remarks into sharp, danceable narratives. Led by a warm male storyteller and supported by four tightly arranged studio voices, the group blends Afrobeats percussion, highlife guitar, elastic bass and dry humour without relying on spectacle.
Their first single, “Radio Trottoir,” introduces a world where one careless “maybe” can acquire a wedding date, two witnesses and a catering budget before lunchtime. No Be Me treat gossip as social choreography: funny, dangerous, generous and impossible to control. Their music is polished but human, playful without becoming novelty, and rooted in the idea that the best stories rarely belong to the person who started them.
Radio Trottoir
No Be Me
Eight-oh-five by Saint Michel
Kola had a cake box under one arm
one red shoe in the other hand
He said “My aunt turns sixty”
I heard “aunt” “cake” and “Saturday”
and supplied the missing cinema myself
At Idris’ barbershop I said
“Maybe the man is getting married”
Idris did not repeat my sentence
He gave it catering witnesses
and a cousin arriving from Marseille
with three phones and firm opinions
By nine-fifteen the taxi rank knew the venue
By ten the tailor had chosen gold
By eleven Auntie Binta had named two children
Kola was still looking for candles
Who told you?
No be me
Who confirmed it?
Nobody
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
one little “maybe” took a motorbike
Dem don carry am go dem don add pepper
by lunch that man was married twice
At one he had married the mayor’s niece
At two he had bought a flat in Lisbon
At three he had left her for a singer
whose name nobody could pronounce
At four the church committee wanted answers
about a generator no one had lost
At five I tried to stop the story
That became “He knows more than he is saying”
At six my mother called me:
“Wear something decent
Apparently you are giving the speech
And bring your own chair”
I found Kola beside the pharmacy
still carrying the same red shoe
The cake was for Aunt Mariam
The shoe had fallen from her shopping bag
He stared at me for seven quiet seconds
then asked who I planned to marry
I laughed exactly once
That was my second mistake
Who told you?
No be me
Who confirmed it?
Nobody
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
one little “maybe” took a motorbike
Dem don carry am go dem don add pepper
by lunch that man was married twice
I went home to hide from the bulletin
My neighbour had prepared rice
My sister said a woman named Celeste
had accepted me on my behalf
Who is Celeste? Nobody knows
She may be a dentist
She may be in Dakar
She may have started at Idris’ second chair
My mother likes her already
She says Celeste sounds responsible
There are now two cakes in the kitchen
Neither one belongs to Kola
Wetin happen?
Ask the barber
Who start am?
No be me
Where proof dey?
It left by taxi
Can you stop am?
You fit try
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
no antenna no editor no brakes
By sunset Kola ran the ministry
by midnight I was cutting a second cake
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
every correction opens another branch
I only said “Maybe he is getting married”
Now Celeste is discussing curtains with my aunt
Kola brought the candles
My mother served the rice
Idris arrived with invitations
No be me
CREDITS
Performer: No Be Me
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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