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Ashes Know My Name
Elias Crowe

Verified Verified Artist

Elias Crowe
Elias Crowe is an American singer-songwriter whose music lives somewhere between Latin blues, desert rock and roots Americana. Raised among the wide landscapes of the American Southwest, he developed a quiet fascination with stories of ordinary people, forgotten highways and the invisible weight carried through everyday life. Rather than chasing trends, Crowe built his sound around expressive guitar work, restrained vocals and songs that value silence as much as melody.

His recordings are known for their cinematic atmosphere, blending warm acoustic textures, soulful electric guitar and subtle Latin rhythms into music that feels timeless rather than nostalgic. Crowe rarely writes in absolutes. His lyrics explore redemption, memory, resilience and the fragile space between hope and regret, often using simple images to reveal deeper emotional truths. Listeners are drawn to the honesty of his performances, where every note feels lived rather than performed.

Although his style echoes the spirit of classic American roots music, Elias Crowe continues to shape a voice that is unmistakably his own. Whether performing intimate ballads or slow-burning rock songs, he favors authenticity over spectacle, allowing emotion, craftsmanship and atmosphere to lead every performance. His work has earned a loyal audience that values music not for its volume, but for its ability to linger long after the final chord has faded.
Track(s)
Ashes Know My Name 376 04:58

Ashes Know My Name

Elias Crowe


Slow down…
Don’t wake the fire
It already knows
Who I am

Dust hangs low where the old road bends
Every scar still remembers friends
I don’t ask if tomorrow stays
I just count the smoke instead of days

One cold wind
One tired hand
Trying to build
What never stands

Every prayer arrives
Wearing different clothes
Maybe heaven answers
Maybe nobody knows

Hold your flame
Don’t hide your face
Even broken walls
Can become a place

If the night
Calls out my name
I’ll answer slow
Just the same

Hold your flame…
Don’t let it fade

My father’s coat still smells like rain
Every pocket keeps a different pain
Coins grow heavy
Truth grows light
Some men disappear
Before the fight

I don’t need another miracle
Only one more mile to walk
The silence speaks
Louder than angels
When nobody talks

Hold your flame
Across the storm
Nothing living
Stays untouched or warm

If I fall
Don’t call my name
Just leave the fire…
Exactly where it came

The ashes know my name…
The ashes know…
My name…

CREDITS
Performer: Elias Crowe
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Ya No Me Duele
Camila Reyes

Verified Verified Artist

Camila Reyes
Camila Reyes was born in Seville, Spain, in 1992, and has spent most of her life surrounded by the vibrant rhythms and colors of Andalusia. By profession, she is a skilled ceramic artist, known for her intricate hand-painted tiles inspired by Moorish patterns and flamenco motifs. Her work has been exhibited in boutique galleries across Spain, yet music has always been her truest form of self-expression.

Raised in a family where boleros and rancheras echoed through the kitchen, Camila began singing at small local gatherings, blending traditional Latin folk with her own soulful touch. Over the years, her voice became a bridge between the streets of Seville and the broader Latin diaspora, carrying both joy and melancholy in every note.

Today, Camila records all of her music exclusively for Filodyo, preserving an intimate connection with her listeners. Her latest release, Ya No Me Duele, is a testament to resilience and emotional rebirth, capturing the strength of moving on without bitterness.
Track(s)
Ya No Me Duele 584 03:15

Ya No Me Duele

Camila Reyes


Ya no me tiembla la taza del té
cuando tu nombre se cruza en mi piel
La casa cruje igual que ayer
pero mi sombra ya no te ve

Dejé tus cartas en el alfeizar
el viento sabrá si las quiere llevar
Mis manos no piden no quieren cerrar
lo que no abraza… no vuelve a entrar

Ya no me duele
ni tu voz ni tu eco
El silencio en mi mesa
es mejor que tu juego

Ya no me duele
ni la flor ni el invierno
Yo me quedo de pie
y tú te vas con el viento

Me dolió
pero no me rompió

Ya no me duele
ni el reloj ni el destino
Mis pasos no buscan
ya tienen su camino

CREDITS
Performer: Camila Reyes
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 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.
Track(s)
Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart 623 03:54

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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A Second Sun
Danny De Star

Verified 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.
Track(s)
A Second Sun 708 03:34

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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All for One Y.
Ayvenn

Verified Verified Artist

Ayvenn
Ayvenn was born and raised in Clearwater Heights, a quiet hillside town in Georgia where music wasn’t just background noise — it was how people coped, celebrated, and remembered. From Sunday gospel choirs to late-night Latin radio, the sounds around him shaped a boy who rarely spoke, but always listened. In silence, he learned to interpret the world. And when he began writing lyrics, it wasn’t about performance — it was about decoding feelings he couldn’t name.

Fusing Pop and R&B with understated Latin textures, Ayvenn crafts music that feels more like film than formula. His voice is warm, restrained, and precise — a narrator of emotional undercurrents rather than explosions. Each track unfolds slowly, deliberately, like memories coming into focus. There’s clarity in his subtlety, weight in his pauses.

His breakout song, “All for One Y.” was born from an unexpected connection. Hakan E — the mind behind Filodyo, known for his instinct in spotting rare talent — reached out after hearing early demos from Ayvenn. He sent a short message and a concept: “This isn’t a love song. It’s a math problem.” That idea resonated deeply. To Ayvenn, the X’s weren’t just variables — they were past mistakes, unanswered questions, the people he couldn’t quite hold onto. And the “Y”? The reason he kept trying.

Ayvenn recorded the song in a single late-night session, layering vocals with surgical attention, pulling tension from silence, and shaping each detail until it echoed with something intimate and real. To Solve for Y isn’t just a debut — it’s an internal dialogue turned outward, crafted for anyone who’s ever tried to explain a feeling they didn’t fully understand.

Now, Ayvenn is building a sound that’s emotionally meticulous, sonically immersive, and unmistakably his own. Every track is a quiet revelation. Every heartbreak, every wrong turn — part of the formula. And somewhere, at the end of it, is the answer. Always her.
Track(s)
Bad At Fractions 655 03:41
All for One Y. 775 04:18

All for One Y.

Ayvenn


Uuuh
Aaaa
I had the chalk I had the board
Thought I knew what I was fighting for

I mapped it out like a perfect line
Variables dancing in my mind
Tried to graph where you might be
But love don’t fit no geometry

Slopes and curves they lied to me
No formula for what you see
You’re that value off the grid
And I solved what no one ever did

Every X I tried to crack
Led me closer no way back
Thought I had it all misread
But you were waiting up ahead

You don’t know how many Xs I had to break
To get one inch closer to Y (uh-huh)
I carried numbers like they were names
Till the moment you met my eye (ooooh)
It’s a mess of signs and endless tries
But now your logic redefines (yeaaah)
You don’t know how many Xs I had to face
Just to solve for a single Y

(Uuh uuh — that single Y)
(Aaah all those Xs I tried)

Circle back erase the trace
You’re the answer that now holds its place
I tried dividing all the pain
But you were constant in the rain

Was it sine or just a sign?
You curved in at the perfect time
I drew a heart inside the square
And this time you were really there

I factored in the nights alone
Calculated love unknown
But this equation found its truth
When all the numbers pointed to you

I reduced and simplified
You multiplied what’s deep inside
Left the questions in the dust
Now the formula is us

You don’t know how many Xs I had to break
To find the one and only Y (yeah yeah)
I carried numbers like they were names
But you gave meaning to the why (no no)
It’s a mess of signs and endless tries
Now it all aligns no need to lie (uh-huh)
You don’t know how many Xs I had to face
Just to solve for a single Y

(Uuh that final Y)
(Aaaah no more Xs I…)

Maybe you were undefined
In the limits of my mind
An asymptote I chased in vain
Till you stood right in the frame

You don’t know how many Xs I had to break
To stand here holding onto Y
I carried numbers like they were weights
But now the answer meets the sky
The signs were loud the tries were wild
But now I see the reason why
You don’t know how many Xs I had to face
Just to know that Y was you

(Uuh you’re my Y)
(Aaaah it’s always been you)

So I drop the pen the work is done
You were the proof the only one
No more math no more try
You’re my answer — you’re my Y

CREDITS
Performer: Ayvenn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Can You Feel That
Kira Noll

Can You Feel That

Kira Noll



CREDITS
Performer: Kira Noll
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Ghosts of Sector 9
Shark Is Gray

Ghosts of Sector 9

Shark Is Gray



CREDITS
Performer: Shark Is Gray
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Waves of Laughter
Common Holiday

Verified Verified Artist

Common Holiday
Common Holiday is an independent music project crafted by Berlin-based artist Sam Turner, whose vibrant soundscape blends folk, indie, pop, and rock into an energetic tapestry. With a passion for storytelling through music, Sam wields his acoustic guitar to create playful melodies that invite listeners to embrace the joy of life’s little moments. His catalog showcases a compelling blend of bright major keys and lively rhythms, encapsulated in tracks like "Waves of Laughter," where the warmth of analog tape meets playful instrumentation, from strummed guitars to the buoyant tones of trombone and violin.

Growing up surrounded by diverse musical influences in the heart of Berlin, Sam found inspiration in the city’s rich cultural scene. He began writing songs as a means to express his experiences and emotions while fostering connections with others. The collaborative spirit of Berlin brought together like-minded musicians who shared his vision, leading to a creative partnership that would eventually shape Common Holiday. Together, they craft songs that resonate with an uplifting energy, encouraging listeners to dance away their worries and celebrate life’s joys.

"Waves of Laughter" perfectly embodies the essence of Common Holiday's ethos—spreading optimism and connection through music. The track's playful singalong quality draws audiences in, providing a sense of community and shared experience. As Sam continues to develop his artistic identity, expect more tracks that fuse heartfelt lyrics with high-energy production, inviting everyone to join in the uplifting journey he offers through his music.
Track(s)
Waves of Laughter 1149 02:30

Waves of Laughter

Common Holiday


Got my feet up sun on my face
Life is a ride let’s pick up the pace
With a strum of the guitar the world feels right
Let’s dance on the clouds from morning till night

LAUGHING LOUD we chase the sun
Rolling on waves oh we’re gonna have fun!
With a trombone blast we’re breaking the rules
Together we shine just a couple of fools!

Running through fields with laughter in tow
A violin sings as we steal the show
Time is a game we play it so bright
With every note played we’re taking flight

LAUGHING LOUD we chase the sun
Rolling on waves oh we’re gonna have fun!
With a trombone blast we’re breaking the rules
Together we shine just a couple of fools!

LAUGHING LOUD we chase the sun
Rolling on waves oh we’re gonna have fun!
With a trombone blast we’re breaking the rules
Together we shine just a couple of fools!

CREDITS
Performer: Common Holiday
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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No Default Setting
Billie Arden

Verified Verified Artist

Billie Arden
Billie Arden is an electrifying force in the modern dance-pop scene, hailing from Berlin, where her late-night writing sessions have breathed life into a catalog that pulsates with energy and emotion. With influences from funk and nu-disco, her music embodies a sleek, four-on-the-floor groove that promises to uplift spirits and get bodies moving. Tracks like "No Default Setting" showcase her confident vocal style—low and controlled in the verses, yet soaring and playful in the choruses—making each song feel like both a celebration and a personal manifesto. Through her polished production, which features tight rubbery basslines and glossy synth stabs, Arden crafts an infectious sound that captures the essence of joy and hope.

Exploring themes of authenticity and self-acceptance, Arden's lyrics reflect her determination to navigate a world that often seeks to confine individuality. While she embraces exuberance in her melodies, there's an undercurrent of defiance in tracks that challenge conventional norms and invite listeners to embrace their unique paths. Billie Arden's artistry extends beyond mere entertainment; it serves as an invitation to dance freely while celebrating one's true self, ensuring that each release resonates deeply with those seeking inspiration in both life and music.
Track(s)
The Wrong Daughter 942 03:39
No Default Setting 704 03:50

No Default Setting

Billie Arden


Cut the feed
Leave the meter running
Hold that grin
I came with my own timing

You tried to sell me a cleaner name
With the corners sanded down
Put my laugh in a little glass case
Said “Look who’s stable now”

I don’t fit in your easy chart
I don’t land on command
There’s a tune in my crooked part
You don’t understand

Don’t fix the bend
Don’t mute the spark
I keep my rhythm
Off the mark

No default setting
I tune my own voltage
No default setting
I move when the bass gets bold

You want me simple
You want me folded
I’m not the version
That does what it’s told

No default setting
No clean reset
I’m better when I don’t behave yet

Your golden rule came overdressed
And talked like a magazine
I poured black coffee on the test
Made the paper sing

You said “Be calm be useful now”
I said “Nice little cage”
Then I took my pulse off your clock
And rewrote the page

Don’t trim the heat
Don’t square the sound
I keep my rhythm
Upside down

No default setting
I tune my own voltage
No default setting
I move when the bass gets bold

You want me simple
You want me folded
I’m not the version
That does what it’s told

No default setting
No clean reset
I’m better when I don’t behave yet

Left right
Too bright
Low kick
Uptight

Turn snap
Come back
One more
Off-track

I was never built for your manual
Never born for a numbered lane
Every time you label the motion
Something loose begins to play

Let the clean ones keep their answers
Let the smooth ones win the floor
I have trouble in my timing
And it always asks for more

No default setting
I tune my own voltage
No default setting
I move when the bass gets bold

You want me simple
You want me folded
I’m not the version
That does what it’s told

No default setting
No clean reset
I’m better when I don’t behave yet

Cut the feed
Leave it running
No default
I’m still coming

CREDITS
Performer: Billie Arden
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Lost Inside
Jenny Star

Verified Verified Artist

Jenny Star
Jenny Star is a British pop-dance artist known for her electrifying performances, powerhouse vocals, and emotionally charged songwriting. Blending syncopated rhythms with deep lyrical storytelling, she has carved out a unique space in the music industry, delivering high-energy tracks that pulse with raw intensity.

Born in London, Jenny grew up surrounded by a fusion of underground breakbeat and mainstream pop influences. From an early age, she displayed a fierce passion for music, writing her first songs as a teenager and experimenting with vocal phrasing that would later become her signature. Her breakthrough came when she independently released a viral track on social media, catching the attention of producers drawn to her hard-hitting vocal delivery and undeniable stage presence.

Her latest single, "Lost Inside" is a high-octane anthem that perfectly encapsulates her sound—driving breakbeat percussion, emotionally gripping verses, and a chorus that hits with syncopated fire. The song explores themes of identity, escape, and the struggle to find clarity in a chaotic world, resonating deeply with fans who connect with its hypnotic energy and heartfelt lyricism.

With a growing fanbase and a reputation for mesmerizing live performances, Jenny Star is not just another pop act—she’s a force redefining the boundaries of emotional dance music. Her music is a sonic rollercoaster, filled with tension, release, and a fearless authenticity that sets her apart in the modern music scene.

Jenny Star is more than just a rising star—she’s a movement, and the world is ready to listen.
Track(s)
Lost Inside 733 03:27

Lost Inside

Jenny Star


Moonlight spills on empty streets
Traffic hums my heart repeats
Fingers trace the window’s chill
City moves but I stay still

Patterns shift and shadows play
Lost between the night and day
I hear your voice but not your name
Every step ignites the flame

Lost inside a fever dream (oh oh)
Colors crash they twist and gleam (yeah yeah)
Reaching out but space collides (oh no)
Gravity can’t break the tide (woah woah)

Curtains move the air is tight
Silent calls through wired light
Footsteps fade but walls still breathe
Memories caught they never leave

Patterns shift and shadows play
Lost between the night and day
I hear your voice but not your name
Every step ignites the flame

Lost inside a fever dream (oh oh)
Colors crash they twist and gleam (yeah yeah)
Reaching out but space collides (oh no)
Gravity can’t break the tide (woah woah)

Somewhere deep inside the glow
We exist but never know
Falling forward drifting wide
Caught between the turning tide

Soft rewind the moment breaks (mmm mmm)
Echoes left in silent wakes (ohh yeah)
Fingers trace where time once stayed
Vanished now but never fades

CREDITS
Performer: Jenny Star
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Maybe Next Time
Sophie Lane

Verified Verified Artist

Sophie Lane
Sophie Lane is a producer, songwriter, and vocalist whose music lives between deep house, nu-disco, and late-night pop. Built around warm basslines, crisp four-on-the-floor drums, Rhodes chords, analog synth stabs, and a restrained vocal style, her records favor atmosphere and tension over obvious excess. Based in Berlin, she first developed her approach through small club nights, after-hours sessions, and long stretches of writing alone with a Juno-106, a Moog Sub 37, and an old cassette deck she still uses to roughen up finished parts.

Her breakthrough came quietly rather than all at once. A demo she played at a low-capacity basement set at Paloma in 2022 began circulating between local DJs, eventually becoming a staple in late sets long before it reached streaming. Since then, Lane has built a catalog defined by bittersweet hooks, subtle rhythmic detail, tape-worn textures, and songs that feel equally suited to a dim dancefloor or a taxi ride home at 3 a.m. Her work often carries a sense of emotional distance, but there is always movement underneath it.

“Maybe Next Time” fits naturally into that world. Driven by a 121 BPM groove, nu-disco bass, Juno chords, Rhodes comping, and understated percussion, the track turns hesitation into something strangely warm and danceable. It reflects the wider identity behind Sophie Lane’s music: polished but never overworked, nostalgic without sounding retro, and built for the part of the night when everything feels a little slower, sharper, and more honest.
Track(s)
Maybe Next Time 829 04:17

Maybe Next Time

Sophie Lane


Prompt

Phone keeps buzzing
I know what that means
Everybody’s going out
Everybody but me

Ben says there’s a table waiting
Tom says I should wear the blue
Dan already sent the address
Like I asked him what to do

I got dinner in the oven
Got my favorite record on
Found a bottle in the kitchen
And my working week is gone

They say come on
You’ll change your mind
I say maybe
Another time

Maybe next time
Maybe next time
Tonight I’m doing nothing
And I’m doing it right

Maybe next time
Save me a seat
I got cold drinks
And no shoes on my feet

Maybe next time
Maybe next time
You go have your good night
I’m already having mine

Now they’re sending blurry pictures
Someone lost a credit card
Ben is arguing with a taxi
Tom has taken it too far

Meanwhile I’m making popcorn
Got the volume sitting high
Nobody asking where I’m going
Nobody asking me why

They say come on
You’re missing out
I look around
I have my doubts

Maybe next time
Maybe next time
Tonight I’m doing nothing
And I’m doing it right

Maybe next time
Save me a seat
I got cold drinks
And no shoes on my feet

Maybe next time
Maybe next time
You go have your good night
I’m already having mine

Eleven thirty
Still at home
Best decision
I have known

Midnight calling
Let it ring
Doing nothing
Feels like everything

Maybe next time
Maybe next time
Tonight I’m doing nothing
And I’m doing it right

Maybe next time
Save me a seat
I got cold drinks
And no shoes on my feet

Maybe next time
Maybe next time
You go have your good night
I’m already having mine

Send me the pictures
I’ll see them tomorrow
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Lyrics

CREDITS
Performer: Sophie Lane
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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