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Slow Fire
Romeo Vane
Verified Artist
Romeo Vane
"Romeo Vane: at the ripe age of 25, this American pop-rock comet is shooting across the Alternative universe, spreading hope with doses of edgy authenticity. Born and bred in the sonic heartland of the Windy City, he’s a Chicagoan with an unapologetic knack for compelling narratives and an obsession for truth.
Whether it's life's sharp corners or the soft bruises of love, Romeo Vane's got a knack for rolling them into tunes that blend breezy alt-rock melodies with the raw, gritty flavor of pop. His stage name isn't for show; Romeo comes with a romantic bravado that'd make Shakespeare blush, and the barbed tongue of a true Windy City native. Just tune into "Kiss Me When I'm Lying" - it's less of a song, more a rollercoaster ride through hope, heartbreak, and hilariously serious self-deprecation.
Despite his youth, he's seen more than enough of life's ups and downs, packaging the human experience into easily digestible nuggets of melodic wisdom. Romeo Vane’s music is the kind that makes you call your ex at 2 a.m., cry a little, laugh a lot, and still believe in the dream of a better dawn. Now, how's that for a self-made, alternative songwriter from the city that never sleeps?"
Slow Fire
Romeo Vane
You don’t say much when the room gets quiet
But your eyes keep pulling me in
I came here trying to act like nothing
Now I’m losing again
There’s a half-lit moon on the window
There’s a glass you barely touched
You smile like you know my weakness
And I hate I want it this much
I tried to keep my distance
Tried to play it cool
But every little silence
Brings me back to you
You’re a slow fire
Burning under my skin
One touch from you
And I’m falling back in
I don’t need thunder
I don’t need blue skies
Just say you want me
With those dangerous eyes
You’re a slow fire
And I don’t wanna run
If this is how it burns
Let it burn all night long
You move like a secret
Through the soft low light
Every word you don’t say
Keeps me awake tonight
I should know better
But better feels cold
And I’ve been lonely
More than I’ve been bold
So come a little closer
Don’t make me pretend
That I came here for nothing
That this is just a friend
You’re a slow fire
Burning under my skin
One touch from you
And I’m falling back in
I don’t need thunder
I don’t need blue skies
Just say you want me
With those dangerous eyes
You’re a slow fire
And I don’t wanna run
If this is how it burns
Let it burn all night long
Maybe tomorrow
We’ll both act surprised
Like we didn’t feel it
Like we didn’t cross lines
But right now your shadow
Is touching mine
And I can’t lie
No I can’t lie
You’re a slow fire
Burning under my skin
One touch from you
And I’m falling back in
I don’t need thunder
I don’t need blue skies
Just say you want me
With those dangerous eyes
You’re a slow fire
And I don’t wanna run
If this is how it burns
Let it burn all night long
Slow fire
Under my skin
Slow fire
Pull me back in
CREDITS
Performer: Romeo Vane
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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Unholy Race
Logan Vance
Verified Artist
Logan Vance
Meet Logan Vance: the rock and roll laureate of our generation and an audaciously independent artist from, where else, but the sin city itself, Las Vegas. This guitar slinging, wordsmithing, intergalactic hero seems to have been born solely to make his own harmonic storms in the very desert that taught him the rock and roll parlance.
His tunes are like his town - rife with stories about right turns in the wrong places, the neon gleam of casino nights, and the recurrent theme of chasing after reckless dreams. Our heady hero doesn’t just play music, he lives it, injecting every chord with a potent mix of knowledge, regret, passion, and a punchy dash of Vegas glitter.
All of which has found a strangely harmonious home on his signature track, "Unholy Race," a raging electrified commentary on social struggle depicting life as a grand, if unholy, race! This isn’t just music, it’s a heart on a sleeve diary from a guy who got hip to life in the neon haze of a Vegas sunrise.
But don't be fooled by his 'city of sins' background — on stage and in the studio, it’s all about the music for Vance. He might climb the heights of hedonism, but he always does it with a guitar in his hand, eyes on the sky, and feet firmly rooted in the arid, undying love for his music. Enter the Vance-Verse: equal parts witty, gritty, and every bit as glitzy as a Vegas-strip marquee.
Unholy Race
Logan Vance
I don't know what you want if you just complain a lot
Maybe all you want is all they got
They stealin' my voice like it's crack rocks
They try to slow me down just like I'm taking adderall
You ain't the one who took me to the top
Boom on the Zoom
Bop-bop-bop-bop
They out for my heart
Boy
Ha
Crop
Treat me like Patty Kane on a short shot
Pokemon
Pokemon
Pokemon
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Young victors
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Live it out in the middle of the world
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
Live it out in the middle of the world
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Slowly
Slowly
They out for my heart
Boy
Ha
Crop
I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Slowly
Slowly
CREDITS
Performer: Logan Vance
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Dancing The Pain Away
Callum Hayes
Verified Artist
Callum Hayes
Callum Hayes, known to many as the life of the party and to some as simply "that crazy guy with the decks," is a Swedish DJ and music producer. Crafting infectious beats and dance anthems is his forte, with his breakthrough track "Dancing The Pain Away" causing quite a stir in the local music scene.
Callum's journey into the world of music production began somewhat unexpectedly, in the adrenaline-fueled arena of advertising music. After one too many late nights tweaking jingles for brands too dull to mention, he decided to take his talents to the club scene instead. Hayes' wicked sense of humor is reflected in his artistic process; he often jokes about resigning from his ad gig with a dramatic flip of his work desk only to realize he was working from home – no audience, no theatrical exit.
Collaborating with various vocalists, Callum has brewed a wide range of flavors in the grand cauldron of his music. Be it power-packed EDM or chilled-out trance music, Hayes serves his listeners an exotic buffet of tunes. He has managed to carve out a niche within the competitive domain of independent artists, becoming a regular feature at local Swedish venues where he inevitably brings the house down.
In the spunky and tenacious spirit of indie artistry, Callum Hayes continues to dance his pain and ours away. His energetic personality and infectious tracks make every night feel like a weekend and with Hayes at the helm, the party rages on. Callum Hayes might not be a global name just yet, but those Swedish nights have never grooved harder.
Dancing The Pain Away
Callum Hayes
Under the mirrorball
Shining like the light of God
We were so beautiful
What the hell happened y'all
Love died when the music stopped
Now my feet can't feel the floor
And every step is getting hard
'Cause she's not with me anymore
I'm dancing the pain away
Disco ball won't let me go
I'm begging it to save my soul
From drowning in lonely
I'm dancing the pain away
Falling in the beat with someone else
But wishing it was her
My God
I need help
'Cause she's not with me anymore
So long farewell
I'll wait for you
Wrote you every night
'Til I deleted you
Love's a drug
I lean on borrowed time
One day you'll be back
But tonight's the night I die
I'm dancing the pain away
Disco ball won't let me go
I'm begging it to save my soul
From drowning in lonely
I'm dancing the pain away
Falling in the beat with someone else
But wishing it was her
My God
I need help
'Cause she's not with me anymore
CREDITS
Performer: Callum Hayes
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Halfway Honest
Jason H
Verified Artist
Jason H
Jason H is a singer, songwriter, and producer who reworks the polished feel of 2000s European club music through a modern deep-house lens. His music is built around warm low-register vocals, rounded sub bass, shuffled percussion, restrained harmonies, and gradual arrangements that favor tension over spectacle. Rather than chasing oversized drops, he leans into groove, space, and emotional ambiguity, creating tracks that sit somewhere between late-night club music and intimate pop songwriting.
His latest track, “Halfway Honest,” captures that identity clearly. Set at 120 BPM, it moves through hypnotic drums, soft minor-seventh chords, subtle dub stabs, and a controlled vocal performance that never reveals too much at once. Lyrically, the song circles around partial truths, blurred intentions, and the uncomfortable space between honesty and self-protection. It is understated, sensual, and quietly melancholic — a track designed to work just as well in a dim club as it does through headphones after midnight.
Halfway Honest
Jason H
Prompt
You say we’re good
I say we’re fine
Funny how those two
Don’t mean the same thing tonight
We still order for each other
Still know how the other takes it
Still laugh before the punchline lands
Still know when the other fakes it
But lately every little question
Gets answered with another one
Like we’re both trying to protect
Something neither wants undone
I don’t need perfect
I don’t need easy
I just need you
To say what you mean to me
Don’t love me halfway honest
Don’t give me almost true
If there’s something you’re not saying
I’d rather hear it from you
Don’t keep me close for comfort
Then pull away on cue
I can handle any answer
I just can’t guess what’s true
You still reach across the table
Like your hand remembers mine
Then you go quiet for a minute
And I pretend that it’s all fine
Maybe we got too good at knowing
How to leave the hard parts out
Maybe love can keep on working
But only if we talk it out
I don’t need perfect
I don’t need easy
I just need you
To say what you mean to me
Don’t love me halfway honest
Don’t give me almost true
If there’s something you’re not saying
I’d rather hear it from you
Don’t keep me close for comfort
Then pull away on cue
I can handle any answer
I just can’t guess what’s true
Say it wrong
Say it late
Say the thing
You think I’ll hate
I’d rather lose
A perfect night
Than keep pretending
We’re alright
Don’t love me halfway honest
Don’t give me almost true
If there’s something you’re not saying
I’d rather hear it from you
Don’t keep me close for comfort
Then pull away on cue
I can handle any answer
I just can’t guess what’s true
No halfway honest
No almost true
Just tell me where I stand
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Lyrics
CREDITS
Performer: Jason H
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Not Today
Arthur Quinn
Verified Artist
Arthur Quinn
Arthur Quinn is a deep-house artist and vocalist known for pairing elegant club production with the tension of vintage spy cinema. His records move through muted brass, minor-key strings, shadowy saxophone lines, tremolo guitar, and tightly controlled house rhythms, while his low male vocal sits somewhere between singing and confidential conversation. Based in Europe and shaped by years of late-night studio work, Quinn has built a distinctive catalog around secrecy, attraction, restraint, and the feeling that something important is happening just out of view.
His current track, “Not Today,” sharpens that identity into one of his most focused releases yet. Set at 122 BPM in D# minor, it balances a smooth deep-house pulse with orchestral swells, filtered drums, and a cool, measured vocal performance that never gives away too much. Rather than chasing a conventional peak-time payoff, Quinn prefers suspense, polish, and slow-burning tension — music for dark rooms, expensive mistakes, and the moment when walking away feels more powerful than staying.
Not Today
Arthur Quinn
Prompt
No alarm today
Phone face down
Coffee getting cold
I’m not going anywhere
Woke up late almost half past ten
Sun was already doing its thing
Bare feet out on the balcony
Somebody downstairs started to sing
I got nowhere I’m supposed to be
No calls that I have to return
Put a little too much sugar in
And watched the toast begin to burn
I could make a plan
But what would that prove
I got a whole day off
And nothing to lose
It’s a holiday morning
And I’m taking it slow
Coffee in my left hand
Music down below
It’s a holiday morning
I got nowhere to go
If the whole world needs me
They already know
Not today
Not today
I’m on holiday
Put my good shirt on for no good cause
Changed my mind and took it right back off
Made some eggs forgot about the pan
Now the kitchen smells a little lost
My friends keep asking where we’re going
I say anywhere with something cold
Maybe lunch becomes a late one
Maybe nobody gets back home
We could make a plan
But what would that prove
We got a whole day off
And nothing to lose
It’s a holiday morning
And I’m taking it slow
Coffee in my left hand
Music down below
It’s a holiday morning
I got nowhere to go
If the whole world needs me
They already know
Not today
Not today
I’m on holiday
One more coffee
Maybe two
No decisions
Till after noon
One more coffee
Turn it up
That sounds like
More than enough
It’s a holiday morning
And I’m taking it slow
Coffee in my left hand
Music down below
It’s a holiday morning
I got nowhere to go
If the whole world needs me
They already know
Not today
Not today
I’m on holiday
No alarm tomorrow
Well maybe
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Lyrics
CREDITS
Performer: Arthur Quinn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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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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The Sweetest Tornado
Blake Felton
Verified Artist
Blake Felton
Despite sounding like a comic book alter ego, Blake Felton is anything but fictitious. Sure, the moniker is a cheeky assent to his fervent admiration for Blake Shelton, but our guy Felton wears his alias with a tireless charm that’s just as compelling as his given name, Alex. Drawing inspiration and maybe even a little mischievous wit from his country idol, he weaves an intrinsic thread of twang into his unique sound, establishing an undeniable presence in the rootsy pop-rock arena.
Blake Felton stories often come with a touch of humor, just like his catchy, because-why-not song titles. Take, for example, his hit single "The Sweetest Tornado”. It's as if he baptizes every storm he crosses paths with in the sugariest syrup, then serenades it with an infectious melody until it becomes more pop-chart-whirlwind than natural disaster. But don't let that fool you; beneath his nimble storytelling and pun-laden lyrics, Blake showcases a robust, soulful voice that conveys a depth of emotion beyond the jovial exterior. Immensely captivating, a bit heartbreakingly sweet, and always full of unexpected fun - that's Blake Felton in a nutshell. He certainly isn't Blake Shelton, but in a twist of fate tinged with irony, he just might end up becoming more talked-about than his namesake.
The Sweetest Tornado
Blake Felton
She blows into town on a street bike
With her hair done up in cornrows
Gets off the gas like a hot dam
Wearing all pink head to toe
She steps into the bar like a cannonball
All the folks turn around like an old saw
She orders three shots
Honey on the rocks
And a Manhattan in her straw
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
Said a bad word one time in a nightclub
Said "Oops
That's too far"
Always says thank you to the bartender
Always says "Please
" "Oops
That's too far"
She steps into the bar like a cannonball
All the folks turn around like an old saw
She orders three shots
Honey on the rocks
And a Manhattan in her straw
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
The summer nights
They call her name
The winter months
They call in vain
When she's there
People can't complain
The streets are flooded from the rain
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
CREDITS
Performer: Blake Felton
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Keep It Slow
Nessa Valea
Verified Artist
Nessa Valea
Nessa Valea emerges from a rich tapestry of musical heritage, where her family’s tradition of playing together was a natural rhythm rather than an ambition. Growing up surrounded by melodies in a cozy Amsterdam home, she cultivated a love for music that felt more like breathing than performing. After years of sharing the spotlight, Nessa took a poignant step back, choosing solitude to rediscover her voice and craft her narrative. This leap marked the transition that allowed her lyrical essence to crystallize, making her stories both intimate and relatable.
With her return marked by the single “Keep It Slow,” Nessa’s catalog promises a blend of dance-infused pop that captures the heart's longing for connection. Her songs resonate with dreamy and inspirational undertones, exploring themes of movement and presence in relationships. Each track encapsulates a moment of emotional clarity, inviting listeners into a space where they can reflect on their lives as they dance through them. As Nessa continues to evolve her artistry, her music remains a beacon for those seeking to embrace the rhythm of life while finding joy in its simplicity.
Keep It Slow
Nessa Valea
Night moves easy…
I move with it…
I follow the rhythm you leave in the air
Step after step I meet you somewhere
Nothing too heavy nothing to prove
Just the simple feeling of letting things move
Close enough to sense your tone
Far enough to stay unknown
Stay in the motion keep it slow
Let every heartbeat set the flow
I don’t need reason I don’t need time
Just you and the rhythm in one line
Stay in the motion keep it slow
Don’t pull away just let it go
You don’t say much and neither do I
Words fall quiet when the pulses align
Heat in the moment calm in the sound
Two bodies drifting never breaking ground
Close enough to sense your tone
Far enough to stay unknown
Stay in the motion keep it slow
Let every heartbeat set the flow
I don’t need reason I don’t need time
Just you and the rhythm in one line
Stay in the motion keep it slow
Don’t pull away just let it go
Soft steps…
Deep breath…
One touch…
No stress…
Stay in the motion keep it slow
Let every heartbeat set the flow
If you’re beside me let it show
Stay in the motion—
We both know
Night moves easy…
We move with it…
CREDITS
Performer: Nessa Valea
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
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Gravity Between Us
Triptone
Gravity Between Us
Triptone
CREDITS
Performer: Triptone
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
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Window Light After ...
Mara Vale
Verified Artist
Mara Vale
Mara Vale makes sleek night-drive pop with a disco pulse: live bass lines, clean rhythm guitar, warm strings, and hooks that feel lit by streetlights. Her songs balance playful movement with a bittersweet city glow, built for listeners who want groove, melody, and a little electricity under the skin.
Her sound sits between classic dance-floor craft and modern pop polish, with soulful female vocals carrying stories of late buses, rooftop coffee, open city windows, and small moments that suddenly feel cinematic. Mara Vale keeps the arrangements bright and human: tight drums, handclaps, piano stabs, and choruses designed to move without turning into a cliché.
Window Light After Eight
Mara Vale
The shutters lean half-open
On a street rinsed clean by rain
A receipt curls in my pocket
Like it wants to speak your name
Glass shelves hold the evening
Silver bracelets folded blue
Someone laughs by the mirrors
Then the echo thins to two
I keep the counter glowing
Soft enough to let you stay
Every little hour slows down
When the day unpins its gray
Window light after eight
Moves across the polished floor
Nothing loud nothing late
Just the bell above the door
If you come in from the weather
With your collar turned against the air
I'll be humming with the register
Like I knew you'd find me there
Elevator doors are breathing
In the mall across the square
Mannequins wear patient faces
Under amber fitting-room glare
There is music in the hangers
When they slide along the rail
Tiny moons in every button
Tiny ships in every sale
I keep the counter glowing
Soft enough to let you stay
Every little hour slows down
When the day unpins its gray
Window light after eight
Moves across the polished floor
Nothing loud nothing late
Just the bell above the door
If you come in from the weather
With your collar turned against the air
I'll be humming with the register
Like I knew you'd find me there
We don't have to call it waiting
We can call it closing slow
Let the streetlights choose the colors
Let the last few customers go
Window light after eight
A quiet gold along the door
Nothing loud nothing late
Just a rhythm asking for more
If you come in from the weather
With your collar turned against the air
I'll be humming with the register
Like I knew you'd find me there
CREDITS
Performer: Mara Vale
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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