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Glass Heart Radio
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?"
Glass Heart Radio
Romeo Vane
(You ever hear a heart make static?)
You left your coat on the chair
Like a question in the room
I watched the window catch your face
In a little piece of moon
There’s a song beneath the silence
There’s a spark behind your eyes
You say nothing’s really broken
But you always say it twice
I turn the dial
You fade in slow
A little signal
I should not know
You touch my sleeve
I lose my place
Glass on the table
Blood in the bass
(Don’t smile like that)
You’re my glass heart radio
Playing through the walls
Sweet little frequency
I follow when it calls
You’re my glass heart radio
Cracking in the glow
I hold you like a secret
I’m afraid to let go
Oh love me low
Love me slow
You’re my glass heart radio
[Post-Chorus: scattered vocal echoes]
Ra-ra-radio
Glass heart
Ra-ra-radio
Don’t start
You wear your sadness softly
Like a ring beneath your glove
I pretend I don’t notice
But I notice it enough
There’s a halo in the hallway
There’s a storm inside your name
Every time you say you’re leaving
You move closer all the same
(That’s the part I never understand)
I turn the dial
You fade in slow
A little signal
I should not know
You touch my sleeve
I lose my place
Glass on the table
Blood in the bass
You’re my glass heart radio
Playing through the walls
Sweet little frequency
I follow when it calls
You’re my glass heart radio
Cracking in the glow
I hold you like a secret
I’m afraid to let go
Oh love me low
Love me slow
You’re my glass heart radio
(Stay right there)
(Just for a second)
(Yeah like that)
The room gets small
The night gets bright
Your shadow falls
Across mine
No big words
No goodbye
Just your breath
Counting time
You’re my glass heart radio
Playing through the walls
Sweet little frequency
I follow when it calls
You’re my glass heart radio
Cracking in the glow
I hold you like a secret
I’m afraid to let go
Oh love me low
Love me slow
You’re my glass heart radio
Ra-ra-radio
Glass heart
Ra-ra-radio
(Still on my station)
CREDITS
Performer: Romeo Vane
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Move Without Asking
Tape Warden
Move Without Asking
Tape Warden
You feel that?
Yeah don’t think—just move
Left foot right foot
Back again
No need to talk
We understand
Move—
Without asking
Move—
Without asking
You're here I’m here
That’s the sign
No past no plan
Just feel the time
Eyes locked no blinking
No space for overthinking
Close the gap
No words
Just that
No reason
No name
Just rhythm
In flame
You didn’t ask—
You moved
CREDITS
Performer: Tape Warden
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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Gravity
Celeste Rowan
Verified Artist
Celeste Rowan
Celeste Rowan is an emerging voice in the world of alternative pop, blending atmospheric synths with evocative storytelling. With a sound that merges dreamy electronic textures and raw emotion, Celeste crafts songs that feel both intimate and cinematic. Her latest release, "Gravity," explores the inescapable pull of connection—where love, fate, and desire intertwine in a hypnotic dance. Drawing inspiration from modern electronic influences and timeless melodies, she delivers a sound that lingers long after the music fades.
Gravity
Celeste Rowan
Shadows flicker on the midnight screen
A message left where the city leans
Fingertips trace static lines
Falling into coded signs
Signals bending hearts in motion
Lost between the waves devotion
A silent spark a hidden door
Something pulls us back for more
Feel the current pulling closer
Gravity can’t hold us over
Every second a new collision
No escape from this decision
Glitches hum beneath our breath
Distant voices dance with death
Mirrors show what we can’t see
Phantom touch electric dreams
Signals bending hearts in motion
Lost between the waves devotion
A silent spark a hidden door
Something pulls us back for more
Feel the current pulling closer
Gravity can’t hold us over
Every second a new collision
No escape from this decision
No words left just motion
Wired deep in this devotion
If we break we break together
Nothing’s built to last forever
Feel the current pulling closer
Gravity can’t hold us over
Every second a new collision
No escape from this decision
CREDITS
Performer: Celeste Rowan
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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She Owns The Night
Dora The Clone
Verified Artist
Dora The Clone
Imagine a futuristic pop diva hailing from the chromatic labs of Clone City, and you're partway to encapsulating the vibrant phenomenon known as Dora The Clone. This independent artist dances to the beat of her own drum machine, captivating audiences with her disco-dusted, cybernetic symphonies.
Dora's music, a technicolour dream of dance-floor beats and electrifying melodies, is as enigmatic as her origins in the post-apocalyptic streets of Clone City. With a sound that weaves together the energy of club culture and the pulsing heart of electro-pop, her tunes are guaranteed to make neural pathways light up like a Friday night in Blade City.
Every single one of her infectious grooves seems to command, "Beam me up, Scotty!" Of special note is her big hit "She Owns The Night," an anthem for audacious androids and human party-goers alike. The track throbs with vibrant synth and stuttering beats, overlaid with Dora's crystal-clear vocals, making every listener feel like they're cruising through the neon-soaked metropolis under a night sky of silver stars.
With Dora The Clone, expect the unexpected: a tantalizing futuristic world brought to life through pulsing dance heaters and shimmering pop anthems. Underneath the cosmic glitz and glamour, you'll find a heart that beats in binary and a soul that vibrates at gigahertz frequency. Hold onto your hoverboards folks, because Dora The Clone is here to redefine the future of pop – and she's doing it in binary code.
She Owns The Night
Dora The Clone
She walks in slow
But the room moves first
No crown no show
Still they know her worth
She don’t ask for permission
She don’t wait by the door
Got a heart made of rhythm
And a name they can’t ignore
Red lips calm eyes
Turning silence into gold
She’s been through the fire
Now she wears it like a coat
You can’t dim her down
She’s already light
She don’t chase the crowd
She owns the night
She owns the night
Moves like the bassline
Cool under pressure
Danger in the waistline
She owns the night
No need to prove it
One look one step
Everybody feels the music
She don’t need love to feel alive
She don’t need stars to make her shine
She owns the night
She owns the night
Oh-oh she owns it
Oh-oh she knows it
Oh-oh she owns it
She owns the night
No tears on the dance floor
She left them in the rain
Put her pain in a black dress
Turned it into champagne
They said “Stay smaller”
She said “Watch me rise”
Now the mirror gets jealous
When she looks inside
You can’t dim her down
She’s already light
She don’t chase the crowd
She owns the night
She owns the night
Moves like the bassline
Cool under pressure
Danger in the waistline
She owns the night
No need to prove it
One look one step
Everybody feels the music
She don’t need love to feel alive
She don’t need stars to make her shine
She owns the night
She owns the night
Every heartbreak made her louder
Every goodbye gave her power
Now she dances on the hour
Like the world is hers to devour
No more waiting
No more hiding
She’s the thunder
She’s the lightning
She owns the night
Moves like the bassline
Cool under pressure
Danger in the waistline
She owns the night
No need to prove it
One look one step
Everybody feels the music
She don’t need love to feel alive
She don’t need stars to make her shine
She owns the night
She owns the night
Oh-oh she owns it
Oh-oh she knows it
Oh-oh she owns it
She owns the night
CREDITS
Performer: Dora The Clone
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Da Da Dara (Move Yo...
Riko & Tay
Verified Artist
Riko & Tay
Brooklyn-born duo Riko & Tay are here to shake up the music scene with their infectious blend of funk, afrobeat, and modern dance-pop. Combining bold charisma with undeniable chemistry, these two childhood friends grew up surrounded by the rhythms of the city, and their music is a reflection of that vibrant, multicultural energy.
Their debut single, "Da Da Dara (Move Your Body)," released under Filodyo Records, is a high-octane anthem designed to get people on their feet. Featuring a driving beat, playful call-and-response vocals, and an irresistible chorus packed with their signature “da da dara” hook, the song became an instant crowd favorite. Critics have called it a “party-starter for a new generation,” and fans can’t get enough of the duo’s electrifying energy.
Riko brings a bold, fiery edge with his commanding vocals and lively stage presence, while Tay balances it with smooth harmonies and a magnetic charm. Together, they create music that’s all about joy, movement, and connection, celebrating the power of rhythm to bring people together.
With their debut EP on the way, Riko & Tay are set to take their place as the new kings of dancefloor funk, proving that when they say “move your body,” you really can’t resist.
Da Da Dara (Move Your Body)
Riko & Tay
Me no care what dem people say
Life too short we dance all day
Feet on fire we don’t stop now
Drum go boom make de rhythm loud
We rise up no fall down
From de dirt we wear de crown
Heartbeat strong we feel de vibe
Dis da way we come alive!
Da da dara dat dat da
Move yuh body shake yuh wah!
Da da dara hey hey ha
Dance till morning don’t say nah!
Moonlight shine on we golden skin
De beat don’t stop de groove begin
Hands up high we feel so free
Tonight we write we history
We rise up no fall down
From de dirt we wear de crown
Heartbeat strong we feel de vibe
Dis da way we come alive!
Da da dara dat dat da
Move yuh body shake yuh wah!
Da da dara hey hey ha
Dance till morning don’t say nah!
Hear de conga feel de sound
De rhythm spin us round and round
We go higher to de sky
Dis de way we always fly!
Da da dara dat dat da
Move yuh body shake yuh wah!
Da da dara hey hey ha
Dance till morning don’t say nah!
CREDITS
Performer: Riko & Tay
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Brave New World
Clara
Verified Artist
Clara
Clara, a Toronto-based artist, has carved out a space in the contemporary music scene with her captivating blend of alternative, electronic, and pop sounds. With roots steeped in the city’s vibrant club culture, she emerged from obscurity by transforming personal demos into polished tracks infused with emotion and resonance. Her latest offering, “Brave New World,” showcases her ability to weave poignant narratives through immersive soundscapes, resonating with themes of vulnerability and resilience that echo throughout her catalog.
Her music delves into the bittersweet and dreamy realms of human experience, often reflecting feelings of isolation and self-discovery. The lyrical intensity in her work invites listeners into her world, where she grapples with expectations and identity amidst the chaos of modern life. Tracks like “Brave New World” capture the essence of feeling exposed “in the center of the ring,” embodying a sense of defiance wrapped in vulnerability. The production style draws on EDM and dance influences, creating infectious beats that both uplift and evoke introspection.
Clara’s artistic identity continues to evolve as she embraces new collaborations and dives deeper into experimental sounds. Each song is a chapter in her ongoing exploration of self, inviting fans to join her in navigating the complexities of existence. With a growing repertoire that reflects her journey, Clara stands poised to redefine the boundaries of pop-infused electronic music, capturing hearts with every note she shares.
Brave New World
Clara
All eyes on me in the center of the ring
Like a criminal with a smoking gun
Like a boy with a thorn in his side
I'm like a fish out of water
All eyes on me
Like a gun to the head
Like a head on a plate
Like a lamb to the slaughter
But they don't know what I've seen
The coldest winter in twenty-three
Don't know what I've seen
But I don't wanna die
But I don't wanna die
But I don't wanna die
But I don't wanna die
In this brave new world
In this brave new world
In this brave new world
In this brave new world
CREDITS
Performer: Clara
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Best Night Ever
Leo Marlow
Verified Artist
Leo Marlow
Leo Marlow, an artist whose music seems to philosophize the dew on the grass with his songs, began his journey amid the high-stakes intensity of Brit-pop. Launching his career initially as the luminary of a Brit-pop boy band that didn't reach the stratospheric heights intended, he managed to transform his career path in the most unexpected way. Rising from the ashes of a failed group, he learnt to echo his own feelings while showcasing vulnerability, thus crafting a musical legacy that was wholly his own.
Based in the enchanting city of Manchester, Marlow has certainly found his unique sound, a harmonious blend of classic and contemporary. The artist serves as a sonic architect, masterfully constructing retro-futuristic synth landscapes that capture the essence of loneliness universally felt, yet seldom depicted so eloquently in music. The wistful melancholy of his music, tinged by synths, creates an environment as expansive as the cosmos yet as intimate as a whispered secret. His power to convey emotions and experiences with profound depth sets him sincerely apart.
One of Marlow's most notable musical creations is the ode "Best Night Ever". The track serves as an entrancing journey through Marlow's sombre narratives to the sound of shimmering synth-pop. Even whilst conjuring the myriad of emotions embedded in personal loss, "Best Night Ever" paradoxically stands as an alluring anthem for unforgettable nights and the ephemeral moments that make life so magical. It's an apt testament to Marlow's extraordinary ability to portray the human condition through his music, and certainly highlights why his magnificent sound continues to resonate with audiences far beyond Manchester's confines.
Best Night Ever
Leo Marlow
Three hours at a house party (Three)
I'm so over it (Ooh)
What we gonna do? (Uh)
We don't need this ****
Me and my ****** in the corner (Yeah)
Sippin' our liquor (Yeah)
What we gonna do? (Yeah)
Girl what we gonna do?
And she said
"Don't you worry girl I got a plan
We gonna get out of here girl and
Head to the beach we'll be there by ten
The boys are gonna meet us yeah they're bringin' their friends"
It's the best night ever
We're all together I won't forget
How we turned that *****
Into the best night ever
How could I ever? It's permanent
All because my friend said
[Post-Chorus]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Three days in Miami
The vibe was right (Ooh)
Damn we had fun (Ooh)
On a Wednesday night
Me and my bitches in a section (Yeah)
At the strip club (Yeah)
Boys throwin' up (Yeah)
It's a real good night
And she said
"Don't you worry girl I got a plan
We gonna get out of here girl and
Head to the beach we'll be there by ten
The boys are gonna meet us yeah they're bringin' their friends"
CREDITS
Performer: Leo Marlow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Albion
Erik Lindholm
Verified Artist
Erik Lindholm
Swedish born and dance-floor dominator, Erik Lindholm, boasts a temperament as lively as his pulsating bass lines. His sonic sensibilities, threaded through every groove in his heart-thumping dance maestro, are as intriguing as the tale of his journey to the top of the beat kingdom.
Raised in the heart of Gothenburg, Lindholm's coming-of-age could be likened to a groovy scandi-noir episode spiced with Abba tracks. His gruff but supportive Fishmonger father, Olaf, served up his son's first taste of rhythm with the flick of his filleting knife, while his samba-loving mother, Ingrid, nurtured his love for infectious cadence. Schooldays were filled with misadventures involving tin-can drum sets, impromptu corridor concerts, and confiscated mixtapes. Bet his bemused math teacher never guessed this rebel with a cause would rise as a dance music sovereign.
Advertising his outright refusal to be pigeonholed, Lindholm's "Albion" is more than an axiom of his sound, it's a representation of his relentless pursuit of reinvention. This dance-infused ode to joy, shimmers with synths, pulsates with kinetic beats and is as intoxicating as a round of round-the-clock-midsummer-Swedish-sunshine. It's a rollicking auditory journey aptly capturing his carpe diem approach to making people move and groove.
Erik Lindholm's music vividly paints a colorful backdrop of effervescent vibes and infectious enthusiasm. And while we could end this with something delightfully corny like, "this Scandinavian sensation is dancing to the beat of his own drum machine," let's leave it at this - Lindholm lives to make hearts thump in sync with his beats, and folks, he sure succeeds.
Albion
Erik Lindholm
Why do great times feel so silent
Why do doormen wear rags
Why do women in love
Feel so dead
In a dead world why do great times feel so silent
Over ripped sheet music why do doormen wear rags
On the Pavonia sewers why do women in love
Feel so dead in a dead world
Where Albion is silent where Albion is silent
Why do great times feel so silent
Why do doormen wear rags
Why do women in love
Feel so dead
Why is our pretty nurse standing there
Why that sorry expression on the face of her lover
So I spake to him of womankind
I said here council's floral it svours like the thyme
He said
How could you blame me when I told you it was her
I said
And we know the truth
You're a lover like your father
Later in the painting room as Ripper's painting light
Comes the lover placed by my hand
On the canvas of our wedding night
There a similitude derues your lover's blush tonight
As her florescent eyes explore mine
So remember even flowers are suseptible to night
CREDITS
Performer: Erik Lindholm
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Mystery
Leo Kensington
Verified Artist
Leo Kensington
Leo Kensington, hailing from the sunflower fields of Kansas, has been lighting up local music stages as a pop-funk artist. This sprightly talent is especially known for his catchy tune, "Mystery," which has been described by fans as "a melodious enigma wrapped in quirkiness."
Kensington started his journey nimbly, strumming his makeshift cereal-box guitar while still in diapers (although not particularly in tune). His love for beats and rhythms was nurtured by the swaying wheat fields around his childhood home. Thus, bread was not the only good thing that came out of the humble Kansas wheat fields; they also gave us this ear-popping, funky melody maker.
In the local circuit, Kensington is revered for his dynamic performances which are akin to watching a tornado onstage - wildly exciting, immensely entertaining, yet always leaving you with a sense of awe. Ever the unpredictable, Kensington spiced up a rather bland Tuesday evening when he performed "Mystery" dressed as a unicorn. Yes, an actual unicorn. It was this sort of playful, eccentric ambiance that set Kensington apart.
Leo continues to electrify the local Kansas music scene, his songs resonating from every corner bar to county fair. His energy, stage presence, and charming charisma, accompanied by the unforgettable riff of "Mystery", ensures that one never forgets the name Leo Kensington. His exciting rise and the captivating persona undoubtedly make him one to watch. After all, who can resist a funktastic unicorn from Kansas?
Mystery
Leo Kensington
Why does it hurt
To hope? (Mmm ooh ooh ooh)
Why does it hurt?
(Let it out)
To hope? (Ayy ayy)
Why does it hurt
Why does it hurt?
(Ooh ooh ooh)
I love you like the segments
On the news
Cut between the stories of the hood
The heroes
And the glues
Seen and see-through
I could
Read the room
The sky turned red
The stage was vast
The moon took center view
And so did you
Why does it hurt
To hope? (Mmm ooh ooh ooh)
Why does it hurt?
(Let it out)
To hope?
(Ayy ayy)
Why does it hurt?
Why I'm supposed to hope
That things will change?
Keep thinkin' things will settle
As I get older with age
Huh but nothin's never been the same
So in the meantime
Might as well let 'em know my name
And I ain't gon' waste a second
So baby
Show me somethin' that I need for now
I don't mean to use you till I turn around
But maybe you might find you wanna stick
Around
Got so many skeletons inside my closet
That I don't go past October
'Cause if I start lookin' around
Might not come back till the fall is over
Like ooh ooh ooh
CREDITS
Performer: Leo Kensington
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Only Ashes Know My ...
Julian Hartman
Verified Artist
Julian Hartman
Julian Hartman; a magical melody weaving prodigy, hailing from the exquisite alpine landscapes of Switzerland. Raised on Ticino truffles and Emmental cheese chunks, Julian is the offspring of Switzerland’s savviest real estate tycoon (eh-hem, his dad, if you didn't catch that). But instead of joining the family business, Julian took the scenic route, stating that the only thing he's interested in constructing are heart-stirring ballads full of intricate harmony and soulful chords, and, well, who can argue with that?
A graduate of Communication Studies, Julian uses his academic background to strike a chord with his fan base. He also resumes a dual life as an activist. One moment, he's delivering soul-stirring tunes, sending listeners on a roller-coaster ride of emotions, the next he’s making profound impacts advocating for human rights. His hit track, "Only Ashes Know My Name," feels like poetically walking face-first into a blast of empathy and introspection, and rumour has it, it's a subconscious ode to the countless times he's forgotten his own name after an all-nighter at Geneva’s cheese fondue parties.
Julian Hartman, this activist-cum-singer, is more than a musical maestro with a magnetic presence. He's the compelling sonic storyteller with a forgettable real-estate lineage who exceeds all expectations with each guitar strum, proving that the best path is often the road less travelled, paved with cheese and a master's degree in communication.
Only Ashes Know My Name
Julian Hartman
Falling hours crooked roads
Lanterns flicker stories fold
Traces left in borrowed sand
Nowhere feels like where we stand
Wind moves slow but pulls apart
Empty rooms still hold a spark
Pull the thread and watch it fray
All we built just fades away
Running circles chasing flame
Only ashes know my name
Voices hum in window panes
Summers lost in silver rain
Names dissolve like ink in tide
Leaving nothing left to hide
Wind moves slow but pulls apart
Empty rooms still hold a spark
Pull the thread and watch it fray
All we built just fades away
Running circles chasing flame
Only ashes know my name
No more echoes down the line
Only shadows drawn in time
Pull the thread and watch it fray
All we built just fades away
Running circles chasing flame
Only ashes know my name
CREDITS
Performer: Julian Hartman
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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