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Paper Cup Summer
Mirov Saint
Verified Artist
Mirov Saint
Meet Mirov Saint, everyone's favorite disco-spinning, beat-making connoisseur of all that is musical and funky. Hailing from a place as elusive as his name suggests, this maestro reigns from the far-flung utopia we like to call Saint Petersburg, crafting soundtracks that make our everyday lives feel like an enchanted fairy tale.
This genteel DJ, signed to Filodyo—shout out to them for recognising raw talent—works nightclub miracles, turning songs into disco-infused enchantments. His pièce de résistance? A cabaret dance cover of Romeo Vane's "Kiss Me When I'm Lying", of course. Because who needs a prince charming when you've got Mirov Saint remixing your life soundtrack?
Behind the decks, he becomes this alchemy wizard, transforming every beat into disco-gold, infusing happiness in every note. Take a gander at Mirov's Spotify. You'll think you've been transported to a Moscow underground disco in the 70s—a place where anxiety is unknown, and the mood is perpetually “Happy”.
So there you have it, folks. Mirov Saint, living proof that disco isn't dead, it's just been chilling in Saint Petersburg, waiting for one wizardly DJ to mix it back to life.
Paper Cup Summer
Mirov Saint
You left your scarf on my chair
Cheap red thread and summer air
I still fold it by the door
Like you might come back for more
And I know I know
It was never clean
But your name
Still shakes the seams
Paper cup summer
You still taste like that
Paper cup summer
Gone fast came back
I keep one small match
For the dark you made
Paper cup summer
Won't fade won't fade
Bus stop rain on your shoes
You laughed like you had bad news
In the park under the trees
You said "Don't make a promise to me"
And I know I know
We were shaking hard
Two wild hearts
In a borrowed car
Paper cup summer
You still taste like that
Paper cup summer
Gone fast came back
I keep one small match
For the dark you made
Paper cup summer
Won't fade won't fade
Now the corner store's closed early
The peach gum on your sleeve still hurts me
If I call would you hear my voice?
Or just the noise just the noise
Paper cup summer
You still taste like that
Paper cup summer
Gone fast came back
I keep one small match
For the dark you made
Paper cup summer
Won't fade won't fade
CREDITS
Performer: Mirov Saint
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Rompe Mi Ritmo
Cruz Varello
Verified Artist
Cruz Varello
Cruz Varello, hailing from Boca Raton, is a charismatic solo artist whose energetic Latin-infused pop tracks capture the vibrancy of life and love. With his latest release, "Rompe Mi Ritmo," he invites listeners to feel the thrill of connection and passion. His music emerges from the heart of a tight-knit warehouse party scene, where the same familiar faces would gather, igniting sparks of inspiration and camaraderie. Varello’s journey took a pivotal turn when a track he produced for a one-night event began circulating among DJs for two years before it finally saw the light of day, showcasing his dedication and the anticipation that surrounds his artistry.
Combining upbeat rhythms with heartfelt lyrics, Cruz's catalog resonates with a playful yet romantic spirit. Each song serves as an invitation to experience the exhilaration of dancing through life, allowing joy and inspiration to take center stage. From late-night adventures in London to the blazing energy of pop melodies, Varello’s music is not just about the moment; it's about crafting lasting memories. As he continues to merge catchy hooks with rich storytelling, listeners eagerly await what this emerging talent will bring next.
Rompe Mi Ritmo
Cruz Varello
Mami tú me miras y me tumbas la razón
Súbete a mi ritmo dale fuego al corazón
Tú caminas lento pero todo se acelera
Cada paso tuyo cambia toda mi carretera
Quiero lo que tienes no lo voy a negar
Si te pegas suave yo me voy a desarmar
Ven que la noche está pa’ ti y pa’ mí
Dime dónde quieres que te siga sí
Lo que tú provocas no lo vi venir
Cuando tú te mueves yo dejo de fingir
Rompe mi ritmo no pares ahí
Sigue bajando súbelo pa’ mí
Tú eres candela desde que te vi
Dame tu noche yo te doy mi beat
Rompe mi ritmo no pares ahí
Siente este fuego corriendo en mí
Tú eres la clave que me hace subir
Dame tu noche yo te doy mi beat
Llévame contigo donde quieras terminar
Dame tu cintura que me empieza a dominar
Sé que tú lo sabes esto va a explotar
Mueve tu figura y déjate llevar
Ven que la noche está pa’ ti y pa’ mí
Dime dónde quieres que te siga sí
Lo que tú provocas no lo vi venir
Cuando tú te mueves yo dejo de fingir
Rompe mi ritmo no pares ahí
Sigue bajando súbelo pa’ mí
Tú eres candela desde que te vi
Dame tu noche yo te doy mi beat
Rompe mi ritmo no pares ahí
Siente este fuego corriendo en mí
Tú eres la clave que me hace subir
Dame tu noche yo te doy mi beat
Quédate conmigo hasta el amanecer
Lo que tú me das no se puede esconder
CREDITS
Performer: Cruz Varello
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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La Ventana
Alba Serrin
Verified Artist
Alba Serrin
When Alba Serrin first picked up a guitar in her native Colombia, no one guessed she'd soon become the queen of independent Latin Pop. With her infectious feel-good vibes, she transformed her local music scene, one acoustically vibrant and breathy note at a time.
Cut from the colourful streets of Bogota, Alba's bones are steeped in stories, sunshine and a knack for making guitar strings sing like an Andean condor on a summer breeze. Her smash-hit "La Ventana" serves as a cheerful escape hatch, a musical window flung wide open to let the light in. We're talking a ray of sweet sonic sunshine straight outta South America.
You ask about Alba? Don't picture a diva draped in unnecessary glamour. Nah, she's just this quirky señorita in sneakers with an unruly curl crested on her forehead and a smirk that says, "Hey, music doesn’t have to give you the blues." It's her joyful rebellion against the norm that makes Alba, well, Alba.
Undeniably, Alba Serrin's artistry paints a jolly dance of Latin notes across a canvas of global indie music. She croons, she cheers, and sometimes, she's just your happy-go-lucky gal brightening up the world one tune at a time – an upbeat antidote to your toughest days.
La Ventana
Alba Serrin
(La ciudad no duerme)
(And I don’t wait anymore)
ja
Dejé tu chaqueta
colgada en la silla
tu perfume barato
ya no me domina
You sent me a message
at quarter to three
I read it dancing
you lost that key
shh
No me preguntes
si duele todavía
me puse más linda
desde tu despedida
Tú querías fuego
pero sin quemarte
yo cerré la puerta
sin odiarte
Por la ventana
te vi pasar
con esa cara
de querer llamar
No digas nada
no mires atrás
yo ya no bajo
si tú no sabes amar
La-la-la ventana
I don’t go back
La-la-la ventana
I don’t do that
Compré flores rojas
pero no por ti
hoy brindo conmigo
porque sí porque sí
You loved the drama
I changed the scene
now my little black dress
looks better on me
ay
No me preguntes
si duele todavía
me puse más libre
desde tu cobardía
Tú querías luna
sin pasar la noche
yo cambié mi nombre
dentro de tu coche
[Chorus: Bigger Vocal Layering]
Por la ventana
te vi pasar
con esa cara
de querer llamar
No digas nada
no mires atrás
yo ya no bajo
si tú no sabes amar
La-la-la ventana
I don’t go back
La-la-la ventana
I don’t do that
(You thought I’d cry?)
[Mocking Laughter]
ja ja
Mira bien
mira bien
no era suerte
era mi piel
NO VUELVO MÁS
Por la ventana
te vi pasar
con esa cara
de querer llamar
No digas nada
no mires atrás
yo ya no bajo
si tú no sabes amar
La-la-la ventana
I don’t go back
La-la-la ventana
I don’t do that
(La ciudad sigue)
(pero yo no te sigo)
CREDITS
Performer: Alba Serrin
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Summer Starts
The Plastic Chapels
Verified Artist
The Plastic Chapels
The Plastic Chapels are a fictional four-piece indie-pop band who turn everyday scenes into bright, immediate choruses. Vocalists Casey Rowe and Mina Hart share guitars with bassist Theo Lane and drummer Paz Moreno, friends who began writing together after years of crossing paths at neighborhood shows and seasonal jobs.
“Summer Starts” captures the first truly warm day of the year: screen doors, bare feet, cold drinks on the curb and a calendar suddenly emptied of obligations. Handclaps, jangling guitars and an open-hearted refrain give the song the feeling of a block party beginning before anyone planned it.
The band’s music is playful without being disposable, grounded in the belief that ordinary happiness deserves a loud soundtrack. The Plastic Chapels make colorful guitar pop for windows-down afternoons, shared sidewalks and moments people wish could last all year.
Summer Starts
The Plastic Chapels
Shoes off by the door
Got that first-day heat
Screen door slams behind me
Bare feet on the street
I had a long cold week
Now the sky says go
Your laugh on my tongue
Like a soft encore
Oh it’s coming on fast
Like a wave in my chest
I can feel it now
I don’t need to guess
Summer starts I’m happy
Summer starts I’m here
Take my hand come closer
Keep that feeling near
Summer starts I’m happy (happy)
Summer starts right here
We can run forever
Let it stay all year
Cold drinks on the curb
Melting in the sun
You got that easy grin
Like the day’s just begun
Kids yelling down the block
Ice cream on our shirts
Nothing on the calendar
Nothing but this world
Oh it’s coming on fast
Like a wave in my chest
I can feel it now
I don’t need to guess
Summer starts I’m happy
Summer starts I’m here
Take my hand come closer
Keep that feeling near
Summer starts I’m happy (happy)
Summer starts right here
We can run forever
Let it stay all year
We don’t need a reason
We don’t need a plan
Just the open air
And your warm hand
If the night moves slowly
Let it take its time
I found my little forever
In the yellow shine
Summer starts I’m happy
Summer starts I’m here
Take my hand come closer
Keep that feeling near
Summer starts I’m happy (happy)
Summer starts right here
We can run forever
Let it stay all year
CREDITS
Performer: The Plastic Chapels
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Runway Queen
4 Example
Verified Artist
4 Example
4 Example is a fresh, energetic boy band from California, made up of four young Americans who all share a deep love for the sounds of the 90s. The group’s origin story is as unexpected as it is fun. It all began at a retro-themed 90s party in Los Angeles, where they bonded over their shared admiration for the era’s iconic music. They hit it off immediately, especially when they discovered that all of them were huge Justin Timberlake fans. What started as a karaoke session of *NSYNC classics that night quickly turned into something bigger—a full-fledged boy band, united by their passion for 90s pop.
The group consists of Tyler “T.J.” James, the smooth-talking frontman with a voice that channels Timberlake’s falsettos, Zach "Z" Cooper, the charismatic dancer who brings high-energy choreography to their performances, Jordan West, the laid-back but soulful singer whose harmonies tie everything together, and Ethan Lee, the quiet but musically gifted producer who crafts their catchy beats.
Each member brings their own flair to the group, but together, they create a nostalgic yet modern sound that brings the best of the 90s into the present day.
4 Example quickly gained attention performing at local clubs, 90s tribute nights, and even on TikTok, where their covers of *NSYNC and Backstreet Boys hits blew up. But they didn’t stop there—soon they were writing original music, blending classic boy band vibes with fresh pop beats.
With their talent, charm, and love for the golden era of boy bands, 4 Example is proving that the magic of the 90s still lives on today.
Runway Queen
4 Example
Runway Queen
This Girl?
Oh-ooh-oh
She looked too good
To be doin' this to herself
Runway Queen
Girl that could get it herself
Lady
Who you think helpin' you sell them magazines
Girl?
You got a face that evеn sells that new Maybelline
Girl
And I got it bad
I know that's not a rеal bag
Ain't no way the girl in Hermes with a stealin' tag
If you ever wanna pack
Just let me know
You look too good to be on the covers bein' sold
Runway Queen (Oh yeah strike a pose!)
Runway Queen (Front page centerfold!)
Runway Queen(Ooh you know you run the world!)
Oh-ooh-oh (Let’s go let’s go!)
They crop your smile
But they can't frame who you are
Runway Queen
Caught in the flash like a falling star
Baby
They print your name but they don’t know where you’ve been
Girl
Pages keep turnin’ but you’re stuck in the scene
Girl
And I see the truth
Behind the airbrushed hue
Bet they never show the nights you cried in hotel rooms
If you ever wanna run
Just let me know
You look too good to be a story they control
Runway Queen (Oh yeah strike a pose!)
Runway Queen (Front page centerfold!)
Runway Queen(Ooh you know you run the world!)
Oh-ooh-oh (Let’s go let’s go!)
(La-la-la-la-la)
Get me Runway Queen
Runway Queen
Runway Queen
Oh-ooh-oh
(La-la-la-la-la)
Get me Runway Queen
Runway Queen
Runway Queen
Oh-ooh-oh
(La-la-la-la-la)
She out there workin' in the streets on Hollywood
Givin' a dirty girl free what you couldn't for a bun
Runway Queen (Oh yeah strike a pose!)
Runway Queen (Front page centerfold!)
Runway Queen(Ooh you know you run the world!)
Oh-ooh-oh (Let’s go let’s go!)
CREDITS
Performer: 4 Example
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Weekend Escape
BPM Off
Verified Artist
BPM Off
Hailing from the vibrant streets of Barcelona, BPM Off is a disco club band that ignites every dance floor with their effervescent energy and uplifting grooves. Formed during late-night writing sessions that often spilled into the early hours, the band members—Ella, Leo, and Max—drew inspiration from both the city’s pulsating nightlife and the rich tapestry of local music scenes. Their sound is a kaleidoscope of dance, disco, and pop, designed to make listeners feel alive and connected through shared rhythm and joy.
The band's catalog is an exploration of euphoria, perfectly exemplified in tracks like "Weekend Escape." With an infectious blend of playful melodies and heartfelt lyrics, each song invites fans to feel the rhythm rise and embrace the energy flowing through their bodies. Themes of unity and celebration resonate throughout their music, encouraging everyone to break free from daily routines and ignite the night with abandon. The mix of mixed vocals enhances the dynamic charm of BPM Off, allowing every member's strengths to shine through, while also creating a harmonious blend that feels both nostalgic and fresh.
BPM Off thrives on shaping experiences through music. Their live performances are a testament to this ethos, transforming venues into spaces where strangers become friends under the flickering lights. With hopes pinned on crafting a joyful auditory landscape, they aim not just to entertain but also to forge lasting connections among their audience. As they continue to evolve with each new release, BPM Off remains committed to weaving intricate stories delivered by vibrant beats, ensuring that every moment spent with their music is indeed a reason to celebrate life together.
Weekend Escape
BPM Off
Feel the rhythm rise let’s ignite the night
Energy flowing let’s break the mold
Grooving to the beat it’s a story to be told
With every heartbeat we’re alive and in sync
Let the music guide us let it take us to the brink
Hands up high ready for the flight
This is our moment we’re reaching new heights
Weekend escape let it unfold
Living for today let the good times roll
Laughing and dancing that’s how we sway
Rhythm of now we’ll find our way
Every sound resonates let the night ignite
With friends all around everything feels right
As the evening flows let our stories blend
In this joyful chaos there’s no need to pretend
I’m on the backbeat sneakers on the floor
Phone in my pocket still I want one more
Bass hit hard got the room in a wave
No acting no script just the moves that we save
Skippin’ past stress like it’s paint on the tile
Two-step quick laugh been a while since we smiled
From the booth to the hallway passing that spark
We don’t need a spotlight to light up the dark
Come a little closer share the joy we found
Together we’ll create a magic sound
Weekend escape let it unfold
Living for today let the good times roll
Laughing and dancing that’s how we sway
Rhythm of now we’ll find our way
Weekend escape feel it in your core
This is our moment let the music soar
Let the music soar
CREDITS
Performer: BPM Off
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Folded into You
This Machine Dreams
Folded into You
This Machine Dreams
CREDITS
Performer: This Machine Dreams
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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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With Whom I'm Meeting
Kai Spectrum
Verified Artist
Kai Spectrum
Kai Spectrum is a wizard of the turntables, a maestro of the mixing decks, hailing straight from the vibrant music scene of Almanya. He's not your ordinary DJ, in fact, he may be the only one in history who'd dare to use 'various' and 'vocals' in the same sentence with nothing but charm. Often found nestled in his Almanya studio, Spectrum spends his days (and let's be honest, most of his nights) crafting pulsating beats solely for the ears of his loyal listeners on the enigmatic platform, filodyo.
One of Spectrum's most notable conquests in the music sphere is "With Whom I'm Meeting". A brainchild of Spectrum's unconventional brilliance, this track shows off his knack for layering unexpected vocals over his signature groovy beats. But much like the man himself, this song proves that there's more than meets the eye - or in this case, the ear. For those who listen closely, "With Whom I'm Meeting" whispers a tale of Spectrum's uncanny ability to blur the lines between the sonic and the narrative, making the audience question, just who are they meeting? Rest assured, dear reader, the answer will always be - the music, their own imagination, and the whimsical humor of Kai Spectrum.
With Whom I'm Meeting
Kai Spectrum
Sweat in patches drenching my hoodie
No seduction
Clear as it should be
Although too tired to exercise even
I can walk to the alley or even the other precinct
Was I (And did you even listen?)
Mad like Dad (When I wanted to hold on?)
With whom I'm meeting
On this earth of neon light
Under stardust
The past flickering
But it's getting cold outside
My third lollipop
A fabled bloodsucker
They make fun of me
But it's my true character
Jingle bells outside
Kids in the dark
Can't help but think of home and how it fell apart
Was I (And did you even listen?)
Mad like Dad (When I wanted to hold on?)
With whom I'm meeting
On this earth of neon light
Under stardust
The past flickering
But it's getting cold outside
Nothing's subtle
They've exposed the situation
Here's a summary of the monetization
Buy their cheap toys
Last year's commemorations
And throw it away to save another generation
With whom I'm meeting
On this earth of neon light
Under stardust
The past flickering
But it's getting cold outside
CREDITS
Performer: Kai Spectrum
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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All That Shine
Paint the Moon Slow
Verified Artist
Paint the Moon Slow
For those whose hearts beat a little faster after dark, meet Paint the Moon Slow, the genre-defying trio lighting up the dance floor with rhythmically pulsating songs brimming with late-night sparkle. The group draws its moniker from a whimsical mix of cosmic awe and the unhurried charm from their native city, the lunar-graced town of Slowville.
Even though their name might lead you to believe they're about slow, soul-crushing tunes, don't be fooled; they're far from a slowcore. Instead, they intertwine cosmic shimmers into their globally influenced, mid-tempo funk-pop. Frontwoman Cleo Maren delivers vocals both gruff and rosy, a blend of smoky lounge and roller-rink diva, backed by synth maestro Rhea Dax and rhythm fanatic Jo "Kicks" Tanaka, creating anthems that twinkle with retro beats and lyrical audacity under neon lights.
Their most notable song, "All That Shine", is a dashing number that perfectly embodies their sonic aesthetic, brimming with upbeat rhythms that evoke a cheeky, happy-go-lucky mood. As contract artists with Filodyo, Paint the Moon Slow are aligning the stars for a new era of dance music. Stay tuned for more luminous offerings from these maestros of mirth, groove, and exceptional starlit tunes. Welcome to the Paint the Moon Slow universe – it’s a happy place.
All That Shine
Paint the Moon Slow
Every win costs more than it shows
Smiles on screens but nobody knows
Counting steps in designer doubt
Applause fades when the lights go out
All that shine (yeah)
burns cold by dawn (so cold)
Still I move (keep it movin’)
still I’m gone (I’m gone I’m gone)
I built a world from nothing at all (from the ground up)
Paved my name on a silent wall (can you see it?)
They cheer the rise not the climb (uh-huh)
But I’ve been bleeding into time (so deep so long)
[Instrumental Break]
Phone full of names I don’t call
Rooms packed tight but I feel small
I keep my truth behind gold frames
Success is a house with shifting names
All that shine (yeah)
burns cold by dawn (so cold)
Still I move (keep it movin’)
still I’m gone (I’m gone I’m gone)
I built a world from nothing at all (from the ground up)
Paved my name on a silent wall (can you see it?)
They cheer the rise not the climb (uh-huh)
But I’ve been bleeding into time (so deep so long)
Don’t envy thrones you’ve never sat
You won’t feel full chasing that
I built a world from nothing at all
Paved my name on a silent wall
They cheer the rise not the climb
CREDITS
Performer: Paint the Moon Slow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Question Life
The Unpaid Actors
Verified Artist
The Unpaid Actors
The Unpaid Actors is a vibrant three-member DJ group based in Berlin, known for their eclectic blend of dance, disco, and electronic sounds. The trio consists of Leo, a dynamic producer with an ear for infectious beats; Mia, a soulful vocalist who infuses their tracks with emotion; and Sam, a master of live mixing who brings the energy to their performances. They first crossed paths at a local underground party where they bonded over their shared passion for music and the art of DJing. Following that serendipitous night, they began collaborating, quickly realizing that their combined creative energies produced something special.
Their catalog, though currently featuring just one track, "Question Life," showcases a hopeful and inspirational vibe that resonates with listeners on an emotional level. The song embodies a dreamy atmosphere paired with playful and uplifting melodies, making it perfect for both intimate settings and late-night dance floors. While they are still expanding their repertoire, The Unpaid Actors have already established a signature sound characterized by sensual vocals and rhythmic grooves that invite listeners to escape into the music.
As they continue to develop their artistry, The Unpaid Actors aim to produce tracks that not only entertain but also inspire reflection and connection among audiences. Each song they create serves as an invitation to explore themes of identity and existence, echoing the essence of "Question Life." With plans for more releases in the near future, this Berlin-based trio is poised to make a significant mark on the independent music scene as they invite listeners to join them on this exciting musical journey.
Question Life
The Unpaid Actors
I wore my doubts like coins
In the coin-slot sky
Tossed them up for answers
They came back tied
My shoes on the curb
My hands in my coat
I asked the dark around me
For one clear note
And every sign
Looked back at me
Like maybe
Maybe it’s me
Question life
Question life
I keep asking why
Question life
Question life
Till the hurt goes quiet
My mother said “hold on”
My brother said “run”
My best friend laughed too hard
When I said “what’s done is done?”
The train doors opened
I stepped right in
No map in my pocket
Just a pulse and a grin
And every face
On that crowded ride
Said maybe
Maybe tonight
Question life
Question life
I keep asking why
Question life
Question life
Till the hurt goes quiet
If I don’t know
Then I don’t know
Still I’m moving
Still I’m close
To something real
Under my feet
Not all answers
Have to speak
Question life
Question life
I keep asking why
Question life
Question life
Till the hurt goes quiet
Question life
Question life
I’m alive tonight
Question life
Question life
And that’s my light
CREDITS
Performer: The Unpaid Actors
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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