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Where Did We Go
Luma Hollow
Verified Artist
Luma Hollow
Luma Hollow is a dynamic duo based in Sweden, creating a captivating blend of dance, EDM, and pop music. With their debut track, "Where Did We Go," they explore themes of introspection and the search for connection amidst an energetic backdrop. Their sound is characterized by an uplifting yet dark vibe, intertwining hopeful lyrics with infectious beats that encourage listeners to both reflect and move.
The duo's music stands out for its ability to evoke a range of emotions. Tracks like "Where Did We Go" exemplify their knack for crafting tunes that are not only danceable but also resonate on a deeper level. Luma Hollow's vocal interplay adds a unique dimension, creating a rich tapestry of sound that draws listeners in. As they continue to develop their catalog, expect a further exploration of these themes, blending energetic production with a touch of introspection.
Where Did We Go
Luma Hollow
I hear your name
Under the noise
A distant flame
A broken voice
We were young in a room full of strangers
Dancing close to a feeling we knew
Every light had a warning inside it
Every road was leading back to you
I kept the photos but lost the meaning
Kept the song but forgot the sound
Now I wake with a heart full of questions
And a silence I can’t turn down
Tell me are you somewhere
Under the same sky?
Do you ever look back
When the night drives by?
I have been running
But I don’t know what from
I have been searching
For the place we were one
Where did we go?
When the love became a shadow
I still feel you in the afterglow
But I can’t follow
Where did we go?
We were louder than tomorrow
Now I’m calling through the empty road
Just to find you
Where did we go?
Where did we go?
Where did we go?
I’m still trying to find you
Find you
Find you
I’m still trying to find you
Where did we go?
Where did we go?
There are nights when the city feels weightless
Like the streets are floating away
I see your face in the glass of a window
Then it fades before I can say
I was wrong I was scared I was human
I was holding a storm in my hands
You were love you were home you were shelter
I was too late to understand
Tell me are you somewhere
Under the same sky?
Do you ever hear me
When the waves rise high?
I have been running
But I don’t know what from
I have been searching
For the place we were one
Where did we go?
When the love became a shadow
I still feel you in the afterglow
But I can’t follow
Where did we go?
We were louder than tomorrow
Now I’m calling through the empty road
Just to find you
Where did we go?
Where did we go?
Where did we go?
I’m still trying to find you
Maybe we were not lost
Maybe we were changing
Maybe every goodbye
Has another name
If you hear me tonight
Through the static and rain
Leave a light in the dark
I would find you again
Where did we go?
When the love became a shadow
I still feel you in the afterglow
But I can’t follow
Where did we go?
We were louder than tomorrow
Now I’m calling through the empty road
Just to find you
Where did we go?
Where did we go?
Where did we go?
I’m still trying to find you
I hear your name
Under the noise
A distant flame
A broken voice
CREDITS
Performer: Luma Hollow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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A Second Sun
Danny De Star
Verified Artist
Danny De Star
Danny De Star: the name sounds like a headline right out of those glitzy Hollywood tabloids, but the origin story of this dance maestro is planted firmly in the heartland. This homebred celestial body hails from a place people rather unlikely expect: the good, ole city of Nashville, Tennessee.
Forget what you thought you knew about the Nashville. Forget about the banjos, the country laments, and the cowboy boots. Danny De Star spins a different tale, and that tale takes rhythm. Keeping the city's core of boundless energy, but rather lighting it up with electronic vibes and killer beats, he's not your typical country bumpkin. He's got his own flavor of star quality.
No track speaks to the De Star spirit more than "A Second Sun". It's a dance crescendo that has you spiralling into a vortex of good vibes. It shines with all the brightness of, well, a second sun. It's all so dramatic and yet so bouncy, enough to catapult your mood into absolute buoyancy.
Endearing, inventive and cheerful as a confetti burst, Danny De Star takes the dance music scene not with a storm, but with a happy beam of light. As that second sun sets on your playlists, remember: the best stars twinkle from unexpected corners—sometimes they're even summoned from a little city in Tennessee.
A Second Sun
Danny De Star
Footsteps linger where rivers bend
The weight we carry begins to mend
Every crack in the earth reveals
The hidden strength that time conceals
Raise your voice the silence fades
We’re the makers of brighter days
Through the storm and through the dust
We’ll rebuild what we entrust
We are more than what we’ve seen
Drawing colors from the gray between
Every fall a chance to rise
A second sun in the open skies
Shadows stretch but cannot stay
We carve a path come what may
With steady hands we shape the stone
This is the place we call our own
Raise your voice the silence fades
We’re the makers of brighter days
Through the storm and through the dust
We’ll rebuild what we entrust
We are more than what we’ve seen
Drawing colors from the gray between
Every fall a chance to rise
A second sun in the open skies
No more waiting for a sign
We are the spark the new design
Every heartbeat a drum of change
A rhythm fierce a future unchained
Stillness settles then takes its leave
What we sow we’ll soon believe
With open arms we face the tide
A journey shared side by side
We are more than what we’ve seen
Drawing colors from the gray between
Every fall a chance to rise
A second sun in the open skies
Tomorrow sings in voices clear
A melody we hold so near
Step by step the dawn will show
All we are and all we’ll know
CREDITS
Performer: Danny De Star
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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Reloj De Arena
Dante Cobre
Verified Artist
Dante Cobre
Dante Cobre, hailing from the vibrant streets of Copenhagen, weaves a tapestry of sound that merges folk, Latin, and pop into an enchanting experience. Inspired by the rhythm of life and the emotions that weave through everyday moments, his songs often explore themes of love, longing, and the quiet complexities of human connection. With tracks like "Reloj De Arena," Dante captures both a playful energy and a deep sensuality, navigating the delicate balance between hope and introspection. His voice resonates with warmth, inviting listeners to share in his stories of unrequited love and fleeting desires.
Emerging onto the independent music scene, Dante's artistry reflects years spent honing his craft in local cafes and intimate venues, where he connected with fellow musicians who resonated with his vision. This collaborative spirit led to memorable performances across Denmark and beyond. Each song in his growing catalog is a vivid snapshot of his artistic journey—radiating positivity and inspiration while also embracing life's bittersweet moments. As he continues to evolve as an artist, Dante Cobre remains committed to creating music that not only uplifts but also sparks reflection within the listener’s heart.
Reloj De Arena
Dante Cobre
Tu nombre vibra en mi celular
No contesto por orgullo
Pero vuelvo a mirar igual
Yeah yeah
Tu nombre vibra en mi celular
No contesto por orgullo
Pero vuelvo a mirar igual
Como si fuera normal
Me dejaste con media frase
Y una duda sobre la piel
Yo pensé que era pasajero
Pero sigo puesto de pie
Tú caminas por otra calle
Yo me quedo sin reclamar
No me sobra tanta paciencia
Pero aprendo a respirar
Si preguntas sigo entero
Si me buscas tardo más
No te cierro toda la puerta
Pero no voy hacia atrás
Tú decías “todo sencillo”
Yo lo quise complicar
Ahora entiendo lo que cuesta
Cuando alguien no sabe cuidar
Dame una señal no más
Si te vas me quedo fatal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Dame una señal no más
No me vendas otro plan
Si me miras como antes
Voy a querer intentar
Reloj de arena cae lento
Cada grano sabe mal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Mis amigos dicen “sal de eso”
Yo respondo “ya casi estoy”
Pero cuando cambia tu foto
Se me mueve algo interior
No presumo de ser tan fuerte
Solo finjo con precisión
Tengo orgullo bien educado
Y una mala conexión
Tú no fuiste toda mi vida
Pero sí mi mejor error
De los que uno cuenta riendo
Cuando ya no duele peor
Si preguntas sigo entero
Si me buscas tardo más
No te cierro toda la puerta
Pero no voy hacia atrás
Tú decías “todo sencillo”
Yo lo quise complicar
Ahora entiendo lo que cuesta
Cuando alguien no sabe cuidar
Dame una señal no más
Si te vas me quedo fatal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Dame una señal no más
No me vendas otro plan
Si me miras como antes
Voy a querer intentar
Reloj de arena cae lento
Cada grano sabe mal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
No soy santo no soy frío
No soy fácil de olvidar
Tú tampoco eres culpable
Solo sabes regresar
Si mañana ya no escribes
Voy a poder continuar
Pero si dices mi nombre
Todo vuelve a comenzar
Dame una señal no más
Si te vas me quedo fatal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Dame una señal no más
No me vendas otro plan
Si me miras como antes
Voy a querer intentar
Reloj de arena cae lento
Cada grano sabe mal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Dame una señal no más
No me vendas otro plan
Si me miras como antes
Voy a querer intentar
Tu nombre vibra en mi celular
No contesto por orgullo
Pero vuelvo a mirar igual
Reloj de arena cae lento
CREDITS
Performer: Dante Cobre
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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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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Waves Don’t Ask Why
Wires and Petals
Verified Artist
Wires and Petals
Formed in the late 2010s, Wires and Petals is a producer duo that blends intricate electronic sound design with emotional songwriting. Hailing from Lyon, France, the two longtime friends—Julien Moreau and Armand Lefèvre—first bonded over a shared obsession with underground house records and modular synthesizers.
Their name, Wires and Petals, reflects the duality in their music: wires for the technical, machine-driven side of production, and petals for the organic, poetic sensitivity they bring into their melodies and lyrics. The result is progressive house that feels both intimate and expansive—ideal for quiet headphone journeys or sunrise festival moments.
Known for their reflective male vocals processed into lush vocal chops, their tracks slowly evolve through layered arpeggios, textured pads, and deep, hypnotic grooves. They’ve been described as “emotional architects of the dancefloor,” carefully crafting transitions that build tension and release with elegance.
Beyond the studio, Julien and Armand are known for their warm personalities and playful approach to collaboration. Whether they’re joking around in the studio or testing new tracks in front of small club crowds, Wires and Petals carry an authenticity that sets them apart from many of their contemporaries. With each release, they aim to push the boundaries of progressive house while staying true to their philosophy: music that moves both the body and the heart.
Waves Don’t Ask Why
Wires and Petals
I walked too far to start again
But too close to turn away
The sky didn't open —
But I moved anyway
Heartbeat aligned with the sound
Footsteps lost never found
I don’t speak to the wind anymore
It never stayed to listen
But you —
You stayed quiet…
And I heard everything
Time doesn’t fold like a map
We stretch with every turn
The world spins without asking
But we — we learn
And if the tide forgets my name
Let it
I only needed the pull
CREDITS
Performer: Wires and Petals
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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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.
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Lovish
DJ Allen
CREDITS
Performer: DJ Allen
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Tuesday Night Code
Fever Pilots
Verified Artist
Fever Pilots
Meet the Fever Pilots, a dynamic pop duo with a penchant for the unconventional, a self-styled outfit carving an adventurous path in the frenetic heart of the UK music scene. Their sound, a sonic cocktail soaked in audacious innovation and spice, attracts as much as it defies description.
Forged in the industrial heat and flames of Birmingham, these two troubadours took the raw materials of their working-class background and fashioned them into a sonic boom. They're a hard-edged, heavy beat force, punctuated with lighthearted lyrics echoing the humdrum of everyday life, yet imbuing it with a shimmering musical alchemy. Artists? Yes, but these guys are more like mad scientists toiling away in a pop lab, conjuring up infectious tunes.
Their track "Tuesday Night Code" deserves more than a footnote here. Imagine the most vivid dream you've ever had, now combine that with a chorus catchier than a fisherman's hook and you've got the gist of it. It's a song that fills every corner with a tumbling digital soundscape and hooks a plenty. Bottom line: Fever Pilots aren't just on auto-pilot, they're aiming for the stratosphere and we ought to be strapping in for the ride!
Tuesday Night Code
Fever Pilots
[Intro]
(Ooh)
Yeah yeah
Uh-huh
Look at that
Look at that
You said forever on a Tuesday night
By Thursday you were outta sight
Had your name all over my screen
Now it’s just a memory machine
Funny how the silence got loud
Funny how you’re nowhere around
Used to know the code to my heart
Now you couldn’t find where to start
I was waitin’ by the telephone
Every little buzz had me gone
Now I let it ring all night long
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Saw your picture through a friend’s friend’s post
Thought I’d feel somethin’ almost
But the room kept spinnin’ just fine
Guess the sun still knows how to shine
Every promise got a price tag now
Every “sorry” sounds the same somehow
You can send another late-night text
But I ain’t the one that’s next
I was waitin’ by the telephone
Every little buzz had me gone
Now I let it ring all night long
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Na-na-na
Look who’s lonely now
Na-na-na
Tryna figure it out
Ha!
That’s funny somehow
[Final Chorus]
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Yeah yeah
Too late now
(Ooh)
You can’t call me back… 🎵
CREDITS
Performer: Fever Pilots
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Things I Never Said
Bruno Galvez
Verified Artist
Bruno Galvez
Bruno Galvez was born to a working-class Spanish family in Valencia, where the scent of orange blossoms mixed with the sound of distant flamenco was part of everyday life. Raised in a modest apartment above a small tapas bar, Bruno’s earliest memories include the strum of his grandfather’s old guitar and the rhythm of heels tapping against the tiled floor. Music wasn't just tradition — it was identity.
To support himself through school, Bruno played guitar on the streets and metro stations of Madrid, his case open for coins, his eyes always scanning for inspiration. These years shaped both his sound and his soul. The rawness of performing for strangers taught him to listen deeply to people’s silence — and to fill it with something honest. His fingers spoke when words failed, and soon his name became familiar in the underground corners of the city.
He studied Anthropology at the Universidad Autónoma de Madrid, drawn to human stories, rituals, and rhythms — the same themes that echo in his music. By night he was a student of culture; by day, a transmitter of it, blending traditional flamenco with the urgency of the modern world. His academic lens gave new depth to his compositions, adding layers that resonated beyond melody.
Today, Bruno Galvez is no longer just a street performer. He’s a storyteller, a cultural bridge, and a reminder that music — especially flamenco — is not meant to be caged. It is meant to move, to cry, to celebrate, and most importantly, to survive.
Things I Never Said
Bruno Galvez
I kept your name in a quiet drawer
Where I hide the things I can't restore
Every word I wrote I burned unread
I'm still haunted by the things I never said
I didn't scream I didn't cry
I let you leave without asking why
But in my bones I broke and bled
From all the things I never said
[Guitar Break]
I smiled like silence was my friend
But silence never helps in the end
You touched my back I turned instead
And buried deep the things I never said
I didn't scream I didn't cry
I let you leave without asking why
But in my bones I broke and bled
From all the things I never said
[Instrumental Break]
There were nights I danced just to forget
Lips on mine but no regret
Still I feel you in my breath—
A ghost that never left
[Final Chorus]
I didn't scream I let you go
But now the quiet hurts me more
I should’ve loved I should’ve pled
Instead I kept the things I never said
CREDITS
Performer: Bruno Galvez
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Bajo La Luna
Dos Corazones
Bajo La Luna
Dos Corazones
Bajo la luna bailas sin mí
Y el viento susurra lo que ya perdí
Tus huellas quedaron en la arena
Pero la marea se las llevó
Tu perfume sigue en mi chaqueta
Aunque tú ya no estás mi amor
Y cada nota que canta el mar
Me recuerda cómo solías amar
Bajo la luna lloré tu adiós
Con cada estrella pedí tu voz
Pero el silencio fue más fuerte
Y se llevó mi suerte
Bailas con otro y yo con mi dolor
Las calles aún gritan tu nombre
Cada rincón es una prisión
Y yo me pierdo entre los hombres
Buscando una explicación
Tus ojos eran mi verdad
Ahora son sombra y oscuridad
Bajo la luna lloré tu adiós
Con cada estrella pedí tu voz
Pero el silencio fue más fuerte
Y se llevó mi suerte
Bailas con otro y yo con mi dolor
Dime si aún sueñas conmigo
O si soy solo un ritmo antiguo
Te sigo amando aunque no deba
Mi corazón ya no se niega
Bajo la luna aún soy de ti
Aunque ya no seas para mí
Y si algún día vuelves amor
Bailaremos sin temor
Como antes bajo la luna
CREDITS
Performer: Dos Corazones
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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