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New York, I Loved You
Asha Monroex
Verified Artist
Asha Monroex
Asha Monroex, a New York native, is a self-made artist carving out her own niche in the world of Independent Pop. Best known for her hit single "New York, I Loved You," Monroex is as much a part of the city's fabric as its yellow taxis and insomniac lifestyle.
A craftswoman of melancholic melodies, Asha's artistry spirals on downbeat rhythms and swirls of synth-driven soundscapes that resonate with her heartfelt lyricism. She's the type of artist who pens her poignant prose amidst the organized chaos of her Lower East Side apartment, making her music feels as personal as being let in on a closely guarded secret.
Inherently prolific, Monroex is a master at evoking emotional responses with her emotionally charged tracks. She captures the long teary taxi rides home and 3 am heartbreak with a quiet grace and majesty that far surpasses her fellow indie pop peers. Her melodies come through not as songs, but as anthems for those who've experienced love and loss in the city that never sleeps.
Always genuine and undeniably relatable, Asha endears herself to her listeners by turning sorrow into swagger, one resonating note at a time. Her music isn't just a catalogue of songs; it's a journey through the ups and downs of life in the big city, wrapped up in a soulful pop package. And trust us, once you're on this ride, you're not going to want to get off.
New York, I Loved You
Asha Monroex
Seventh Avenue 2 AM
You had your jacket on I had nowhere to be then
Yellow cabs blurring past the rain
You said my name like it was something you wanted to keep
Rooftop views and corner store wine
You made this city feel like it was only mine
But New York doesn't stop for anyone
And neither did you when you were done
I still hear the subway underground
Every time I'm trying not to think about
The way you laughed when the lights went out
New York I loved you
But I loved him more
And he left like the L train
Through a closing door
I still got the skyline
I still got the rain
But baby loving you was my
Most beautiful pain
Brooklyn bridge on a Saturday
You took my picture like you planned to stay
I framed it hung it on the wall
Took it down in November when the leaves would fall
You were Harlem jazz at midnight
I was trying to be your home
But some men love a city
More than they'll ever love you alone
I still walk the same blocks we used to share
Turn the corner half-expecting you'd be there
(yeah…)
But the city just stares
(just stares…)
New York I loved you
But I loved him more
And he left like the L train
Through a closing door
I still got the skyline
I still got the rain
But baby loving you was my
Most beautiful pain
(most beautiful…)
This city taught me everything I know
How to hold on
(hold on)
How to let go
(let go)
How to stand in the middle of a million souls
And still feel whole
(feel whole…)
New York didn't break me
He just set the scene
(mm)
And I was never really lost
I just hadn't found me
(found me…)
(ohhhh)
New York I loved you
(loved you)
And I love me now
(now)
Traded in the heartbreak
For my own vow
(yeah)
Still got the skyline
Still got the rain
(the rain…)
And baby — that pain
Made me everything
(everything…)
mmmh…
CREDITS
Performer: Asha Monroex
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Hold Me Through the...
Ayla Vion
Verified Artist
Ayla Vion
Ayla Vion is an evocative pop artist whose roots in church choirs give her music a sense of hope and uplifting energy, even as she navigates the complexities of modern life. Based in London, Ayla combines the rhythmic pulse of dance and EDM with electronic elements that elevate her introspective lyrics. Her track “Hold Me Through the Fallout” exemplifies this synergy, featuring dreamy melodies and vibrant beats that echo the dichotomy between comfort and chaos in urban living. Amidst bustling streets, her music captures those fleeting moments of stillness and reflection.
Transitioning from a sacred musical background to the world of secular sounds came with both sacrifices and rewards for Ayla. Each song she crafts echoes stories of resilience, marked by the tension between nostalgia and forward momentum. The themes of connection and emotional resonance weave through tracks, revealing a narrative of individuals not only seeking solace but also striving to embrace tomorrow's challenges. This duality resonates with listeners who understand that moving forward sometimes means confronting contrasting memories.
As Ayla continues to carve out her unique niche in the music scene, she leaves an indelible mark on audiences who appreciate her blend of joyous rhythms and contemplative lyrics. With each performance, whether at an intimate venue or a pulsing festival, her aspiration remains clear: to inspire others to find beauty even amidst life's uncertainties. With a growing catalog that reflects both her past experiences and future aspirations, Ayla Vion stands poised to resonate with many more souls searching for light in the fallout.
Hold Me Through the Fallout
Ayla Vion
Signals break and drift through empty streets
I’m standing still while the city repeats
Tomorrow feels colder than the things we’ve known
Concrete hums softly like a world overgrown
People move faster but they’re stuck in place
Everything forward yet we’re losing grace
Maybe I’m learning
That silence can warn
Maybe the future
Arrives already worn
Hold me through the fallout
Keep me steady when the noise cuts deep
I don’t fear the unknown
If you’re someone that I get to keep
Hold me through the fallout
Guide me where the fractured roads all meet
I don’t fear the unknown
If we walk it with the same heartbeat
Screens blink stories that no one can trust
Words turn brittle breaking down into dust
Still there’s a compass somewhere in your tone
Pulling me forward when the world feels thrown
Maybe I’m learning
That silence can warn
Maybe the future
Arrives already worn
Hold me through the fallout
Keep me steady when the noise cuts deep
I don’t fear the unknown
If you’re someone that I get to keep
Hold me through the fallout
Guide me where the fractured roads all meet
I don’t fear the unknown
If we walk it with the same heartbeat
When the last wave trembles
I won’t run from the scene
If the future is colder
We can still stay between
CREDITS
Performer: Ayla Vion
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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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
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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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Summer Romance
Harper Quinn
Verified Artist
Harper Quinn
Meet Harper Quinn, the embodiment of a Chinatown fairytale with a beats-filled twist. Born and raised amidst the flurry of noodle houses and dim sum joints in NYC's throbbing heartbeat, Harper is every bit a child of the Big Apple and the city’s ceaseless rhythm pulses through her music.
Harper is the oldest daughter of a Chinese immigrant family, her father a wizard of culinary arts in one of the busiest kitchens in Manhattan. Her music is a distinct fusion of her rich cultural heritage and the neon grit of New York - think Peking duck served with a side of just-spun electro. With catchy tracks like "Summer Romance", she’s setting the dance genre ablaze and, inadvertently, becoming the sovereign of store playlists nationwide, thanks to a serendipitous contract with Filodyo.
Infused with radiating positivity, Harper’s tunes have the power to transform even the dreariest grocery aisles into club-worthy catwalks. Expect a dose of her irreplaceable mirth in every single beat – the Harper Quinn experience is a joyride on a candy-colored dragon, soaring through the summer's neon haze!
Summer Romance
Harper Quinn
Summertime not another lover like you
We were having fun
How can we be cynical about our destiny
Under an endless sun
Flip a coin toss her mane
Threads of gold go out with the rain
Eclipsed like the northern lights
Summertime
One for the money
Two for the show
And three to laugh about all those
Summertimes a long time ago
Feel the vibe
For a moment just let go
It's the highest you can get
Touched by an angel
Not a devil on your shoulder
No reason to regret
In a car we were riding around
Looking for a party but the deal went down
Another opportunity lost
Summertime
One for the money
Two for the show
And three to laugh about all those
Summertimes a long time ago
Summer sun where did you go?
Now it's the season to be seasoned
Leaving and believing
So in love with the truth
And when we follow evolution
We won't get confused
Summertime
One for the money
Two for the show
And three to laugh about all those
Summertimes that have come and gone
Summertime
One for the money
Two for the show
And three to laugh about all those
Summertimes a long
Long time ago
CREDITS
Performer: Harper Quinn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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All Eyes On Me
Atrayo
All Eyes On Me
Atrayo
Walked in slow
Like I planned the night
No need to ask
The room turned right
Every step’s a signal flare
Every look says “Don’t you dare”
I don’t beg I don’t plead
I don’t follow — I lead
You feel the shift when I breathe in
Lights don’t flash — I make them dim
All eyes on me
Like the beat can see
Every move I make
Every stare I break
No need to speak
No need to flee
If you feel that heat
Then all eyes — on me
Didn’t come for love came for impact
High heels loud like a click-clack
Talk sweet — nah I don’t chit-chat
Say my name once then I dispatch
Pulse in the floor that’s me movin’
You stand still while I keep provin’
I don’t chase fame I outgrew it
Mirror on me? I outdo it
One shot — no blink no panic
Rhythm in blood I don’t need magic
All eyes here — it’s cinematic
Cool on fire — it’s automatic
I don’t chase I redefine
Set the pace rewrite the line
No script just instinct
And I don’t blink
I walk slow but I land hard
Wrote the map tore up the chart
All eyes on me
Like the beat can see
Every move I make
Every stare I break
No need to speak
No need to flee
If you feel that heat
Then all eyes — on me
You came for music
But you stayed for the fire
Now you’re caught
In the line of desire
All eyes on me
Nowhere else to be
Every move I make
Every stare I break
No need to speak
Just let it be
If you're here for heat
Then all eyes — on me
CREDITS
Performer: Atrayo
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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The Land of No Tomo...
Marco Bellini
Verified Artist
Marco Bellini
Meet Marco Bellini, the gleaming lone star of the independent dance scene, making you forget any sorrow with his upbeat tunes. Born and raised under the swaying palm trees of Naples, Italy, Bellini crafts sonic euphoria like no other.
Our man Bellini did not find his love in the stomping grounds of Naples’ electrifying night scene. Instead, the sun-soaked streets, vibrant markets, and the rhythmic cadence of the Mediterranean waves stirred something deep. This culminated in his irresistible brainchild—"The Land of No Tomorrow"—a track so hopelessly optimistic that it made the Billboard's 'Sad Songs' list for the sheer irony.
Marco, with his deft touch, keeps it simple—'Simple is the new sexy,' he once quipped, half-twirling his pencil-thin moustache. He convinces you there's always a dance party waiting around the corner, even in a world that often sounds like a broken record. His tunes are a sonic Piña Colada—sweet, refreshing, and leaving you high on life. As Marco himself proclaims, "a tempo that resonates with the heartbeat of joy, that's my journey's end."
The Land of No Tomorrow
Marco Bellini
There's a place where I can go
When I feel the world closing in
Take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
Where no one's ever been
I know I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
And it feels like I'm falling
But you tell me I'm flying
I was feeling so low
Now you got me high
I know I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
'Cause when I am with you
There's no sadness or sorrow
I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
CREDITS
Performer: Marco Bellini
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Push. Spin. Go
KRNX
CREDITS
Performer: KRNX
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
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Control
Mateo Lux
Verified Artist
Mateo Lux
Mateo Lux is a rising voice in contemporary electronic pop, blending sleek production with raw emotional intensity. Born with a natural flair for performance, he crafts music that balances dancefloor energy with lyrical depth. His debut single, Control, showcases a magnetic mix of pulsing rhythms and hypnotic melodies, setting the tone for a bold artistic journey ahead.
Discovered by Hakan E. for Filodyo, Mateo brings an unapologetic confidence to every note he sings. His style captures both vulnerability and power, creating an atmosphere that draws listeners into his world. With Control, he isn’t just introducing himself—he’s making a statement, marking the arrival of a distinctive new talent destined to leave a lasting imprint on modern music.
Control
Mateo Lux
Yeah
Mm-hmm
Turn it up
Uh
Let’s go
Step in — heat rise
No rules — my side
You move — I lead
One look — you’re mine
Hands on — don’t hide
We ride — midnight
Your pulse — my beat
You fall — my feet
I got control control control control
You want it slow slow slow slow
I make you go go go go
You lose it — oh oh oh oh
Eyes lock — no doubt
Lights fade — we’re loud
One step — we burn
Two steps — return
Your breath — my flame
No fear — no shame
Your hands — can’t stay
My voice — your way
I got control control control control
You want it slow slow slow slow
I make you go go go go
You lose it — oh oh oh oh
You say you ready — I say prove it
You say you steady — I say move it
You cross the line — I pull you closer
One more time — game over
Control (control)
Control (control)
Control (control)
Control (control)
I got control control control control (yeah)
You want it slow slow slow slow (uh-huh)
I make you go go go go (let’s go)
You lose it — oh oh oh oh (yeah yeah)
Yeah…
Control
Mm-hmm
Fade out…
CREDITS
Performer: Mateo Lux
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Les Petites Choses ...
Mina Cazal
Verified Artist
Mina Cazal
Mina Cazal is a French pop singer and songwriter known for turning ordinary days into sharply observed little stories. Her songs move through missed buses, supermarket queues, unfinished conversations and small domestic disasters, finding humor in moments most people barely notice. Instead of writing about perfect romances or dramatic escapes, she focuses on the strange comedy of simply getting through the day.
Raised between Lyon and the southern town of Sète, Mina grew up around theatre rehearsals, second-hand records and long family dinners where everyone spoke at once. She began writing songs as miniature scenes, combining conversational French lyrics with bright basslines, playful keyboards and understated dance-pop rhythms. Her vocal style is expressive and intimate, often shifting between singing, speaking and half-smiling observations.
Her music feels polished but never overly controlled. Beneath the cheerful arrangements, there is always a trace of fatigue, doubt or quiet affection for imperfect people. Mina Cazal writes pop songs for listeners who lose their keys, forget why they entered a shop and still manage to make something memorable out of the day.
Les Petites Choses de Travers
Mina Cazal
Sept heures douze le réveil insiste
Je négocie encore quatre minutes
Le chat me regarde comme une huissière
Il connaît déjà toutes mes excuses
Une chaussette noire une chaussette bleue
Je déclare que c’est volontaire
Le pain a brûlé pendant que je lisais
Un message marqué « très prioritaire »
Dans l’ascenseur Madame Lefèvre
Me raconte son ficus malade
Je hoche la tête avec gravité
Comme une spécialiste des salades
J’avais prévu d’être impeccable
Organisée presque admirable
Mais le mardi connaît mon adresse
Et vient toujours semer le désordre
La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un bus raté des pâtes trop cuites
Un grand discours dans ma tête
Puis « oui bien sûr » quand on m’invite
La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Mais franchement tant mieux peut-être
Je perds mes clés je gagne une histoire
Et ça suffit pour tenir debout
À dix heures trente réunion d’équipe
Quelqu’un partage trente-six tableaux
Je dessine un poisson sur mon carnet
Il a l’air plus compétent que nous
À midi Sonia commande léger
Puis vole la moitié de mes frites
Elle dit : « Ça ne compte pas vraiment
Quand ça vient de l’assiette d’une copine »
Le serveur oublie mon dessert
Je décide que c’est philosophique
Certaines choses arrivent en retard
D’autres jamais et c’est très pratique
J’avais prévu d’être raisonnable
De répondre vite d’être joignable
Mais mon téléphone tombe à trois pour cent
Et soudain le monde se débrouille
La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un bus raté des pâtes trop cuites
Un grand discours dans ma tête
Puis « oui bien sûr » quand on m’invite
La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Mais franchement tant mieux peut-être
Je perds mes clés je gagne une histoire
Et ça suffit pour tenir debout
Dix-neuf heures six petite supérette
Je prends du lait des tomates du savon
Je repars avec un ananas
Et sans aucune explication
Le caissier demande si j’ai la carte
Je réponds oui puis cherche longtemps
Derrière moi personne ne soupire
C’est probablement un miracle local
Chez moi je cuisine en musique
Le chat refuse toute participation
Je mange debout près de l’évier
Comme une reine sans administration
On nous apprend les grandes décisions
Les beaux départs les lendemains utiles
Mais personne ne parle assez souvent
Du bonheur discret d’annuler un dîner
D’enlever ses chaussures trop tôt
De rire seule pour une phrase idiote
De trouver au fond d’un vieux sac
Le bonbon qu’on croyait disparu
La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un rendez-vous puis une autre route
Une mauvaise journée bien racontée
Devient presque une journée réussie
La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Et c’est peut-être tout son talent
Je ferme les volets je laisse la vaisselle
Demain fera mieux… ou différemment
Minuit vingt-deux le réveil est prêt
Je promets d’être sérieuse demain
Le chat me regarde sans rien dire
Il connaît déjà très bien la fin
CREDITS
Performer: Mina Cazal
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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