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Not Today
Arthur Quinn
Verified Artist
Arthur Quinn
Arthur Quinn is a deep-house artist and vocalist known for pairing elegant club production with the tension of vintage spy cinema. His records move through muted brass, minor-key strings, shadowy saxophone lines, tremolo guitar, and tightly controlled house rhythms, while his low male vocal sits somewhere between singing and confidential conversation. Based in Europe and shaped by years of late-night studio work, Quinn has built a distinctive catalog around secrecy, attraction, restraint, and the feeling that something important is happening just out of view.
His current track, “Not Today,” sharpens that identity into one of his most focused releases yet. Set at 122 BPM in D# minor, it balances a smooth deep-house pulse with orchestral swells, filtered drums, and a cool, measured vocal performance that never gives away too much. Rather than chasing a conventional peak-time payoff, Quinn prefers suspense, polish, and slow-burning tension — music for dark rooms, expensive mistakes, and the moment when walking away feels more powerful than staying.
Not Today
Arthur Quinn
Prompt
No alarm today
Phone face down
Coffee getting cold
I’m not going anywhere
Woke up late almost half past ten
Sun was already doing its thing
Bare feet out on the balcony
Somebody downstairs started to sing
I got nowhere I’m supposed to be
No calls that I have to return
Put a little too much sugar in
And watched the toast begin to burn
I could make a plan
But what would that prove
I got a whole day off
And nothing to lose
It’s a holiday morning
And I’m taking it slow
Coffee in my left hand
Music down below
It’s a holiday morning
I got nowhere to go
If the whole world needs me
They already know
Not today
Not today
I’m on holiday
Put my good shirt on for no good cause
Changed my mind and took it right back off
Made some eggs forgot about the pan
Now the kitchen smells a little lost
My friends keep asking where we’re going
I say anywhere with something cold
Maybe lunch becomes a late one
Maybe nobody gets back home
We could make a plan
But what would that prove
We got a whole day off
And nothing to lose
It’s a holiday morning
And I’m taking it slow
Coffee in my left hand
Music down below
It’s a holiday morning
I got nowhere to go
If the whole world needs me
They already know
Not today
Not today
I’m on holiday
One more coffee
Maybe two
No decisions
Till after noon
One more coffee
Turn it up
That sounds like
More than enough
It’s a holiday morning
And I’m taking it slow
Coffee in my left hand
Music down below
It’s a holiday morning
I got nowhere to go
If the whole world needs me
They already know
Not today
Not today
I’m on holiday
No alarm tomorrow
Well maybe
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Lyrics
CREDITS
Performer: Arthur Quinn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Ya No Me Duele
Camila Reyes
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.
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
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Closer to Your Rhythm
Milo Dray
Verified Artist
Milo Dray
Milo Dray is a Toronto-based pop artist whose musical journey began in the vibrant warehouse party circuit, where he and a tight-knit group of fifty regulars would gather to dance the night away. It was during one of these late-night gatherings that Milo first noticed the magnetic connection between music and movement, capturing moments that feel both intimate and expansive. His track "Closer to Your Rhythm" exemplifies this energy, with lyrics that echo the bittersweet thrill of attraction and the simple sparks that draw people together. Born from nights of camaraderie and emotion, his songs resonate with themes of hope and inspiration, inviting listeners to embrace the uplifting power of connection.
With a catalog that remains within a respected niche, Milo's sound is characterized by its ability to merge happy melodies with poignant undertones, creating an emotional tapestry that reflects both celebration and introspection. His work often draws on memories of those early parties where every heartbeat felt synchronized to the music, echoing sentiments like “the whole room shifts” when someone special walks in. The journey from an unreleased track shared among DJs for two years to his current acclaim illustrates the authenticity behind his artistry. Each song serves as a testament to those moments of vulnerability, making Milo Dray not just an artist but a storyteller who invites you to find your rhythm alongside him.
Closer to Your Rhythm
Milo Dray
You walk in the whole room shifts
Every heartbeat leans to your lips
No drama just that simple spark
Like streetlights waking up the dark
I’ve been looking for a reason
To let my guard fall for a minute
And the way you move is speaking
In a language with you in it
I don’t need a thousand signs
Just one look and I know the line
’Cause you pull me closer to your rhythm
Like we’re dancing on a pulse we both believe in
No rush no pressure just a feeling
That keeps on rising rising
Yeah you pull me closer to your rhythm
And suddenly the night feels like it’s listening
If love is just a moment then I’m in it —
You pull me closer to your rhythm
Your laugh hits like a gentle beat
Pulls me right into your gravity
No games here only clarity
Like we found our own frequency
I’m not trying to overthink it
Let the moment be the meaning
If the world stops for a second
Let it stop right here I’m breathing
I don’t need a thousand signs
Just one touch and the rest aligns
’Cause you pull me closer to your rhythm
Like we’re dancing on a pulse we both believe in
No rush no pressure just a feeling
That keeps on rising rising
Yeah you pull me closer to your rhythm
And suddenly the night feels like it’s listening
If love is just a moment then I’m in it
You pull me closer to your rhythm
Maybe this is something real
Maybe this is how it starts
Two hearts falling into time
Moving steady in the dark
You pull me closer to your rhythm
Every breath in sync the world is shifting
No rush no pressure just a feeling
That keeps on rising rising
Yeah you pull me closer to your rhythm
And suddenly the night feels like it’s listening
If love is just a moment then I’m in it
You pull me closer to your rhythm
CREDITS
Performer: Milo Dray
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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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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Long Distance Line ...
Eli Varnish
Verified Artist
Eli Varnish
Eli Varnish spent most of his life drawing straight lines for crooked cities. As an architect, he designed libraries, train stations, and far too many gray, forgettable office buildings. He was always more interested in light than concrete — the way it moved through windows, shifted on floors, or disappeared behind closed doors. But deadlines piled up, and inspiration gave way to invoices. When he retired at 62, he didn’t throw a party. He just handed in his keys, took the long way home, and listened to the silence.
That’s when the music came back.
In his youth, Eli had played piano quietly — always in private, never in public. Now, with no blueprints to chase, he returned to the keys. Slowly. Gently. A few friends joined him — a bassist who used to drive a bus, a trombonist who sold insurance, and a drummer who once taught math. They started meeting weekly above an old bookstore. No gigs, no names. Just music.
Eventually, they found their way into a small jazz bar — dim, warm, and half-forgotten. That’s where Eli plays now. No spotlight, no talk. Just a glass of red wine, a crooked hat, and a piano that creaks in all the right places. The audience doesn’t clap much. They just nod, like they recognize something they forgot they knew.
Eli doesn’t miss architecture. “Buildings are meant to last,” he says, “but songs... songs are meant to leave.” And so he plays — not to impress, but to remember. To trace old lines in the air. To build something no one can own, but everyone can feel.
Long Distance Line from the Bosphorus
Eli Varnish
I’m calling from a room with peeling paint
A radio coughing out the truth
The kettle screams like it knows my name
Coins on the table none of them are you
The line is bad the night is worse
Somewhere a ferry cuts the dark in two
I got your number on a matchbook
And a voice that still remembers you
The operator’s half asleep
She says “Sir you still there?”
I say “Yeah I’m breathing smoke and prayers
Trying to get through anywhere”
This is a long distance line from the Bosphorus
I got one minute maybe less
If the city don’t swallow my words whole
You’ll hear me say I did my best
Yeah it’s a long distance line from the Bosphorus
The signal shakes the past comes through
If this call drops into the water
Just know I was calling you
There’s a man downstairs selling broken watches
Says time owes him money too
Every streetlight flickers like a bad idea
Every bar knows something I won’t tell you
I saw your face in a cracked mirror
Right next to a stain on the wall
I tried to hang up three times already
But this phone just won’t let me fall
This is a long distance line from the Bosphorus
The clock’s got a loaded gun
If I disappear between the numbers
Just say I was almost done
Hello?
Yeah… it’s me
Listen don’t say my name
The walls here got ears
And the night’s taking notes
It’s a long distance line from the Bosphorus
Static dancing in my head
If you hear silence after this
That’s just the things I never said
The operator counts me down
Five… four… the river wins
Click
CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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No Proving Left
Finn Calyx
No Proving Left
Finn Calyx
CREDITS
Performer: Finn Calyx
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Middle Of Nowhere
He Forgot the Code
Middle Of Nowhere
He Forgot the Code
CREDITS
Performer: He Forgot the Code
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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My Happy Song
Lyra Luxx
Verified Artist
Lyra Luxx
Lyra Luxx, the eternal songbird of California, hails from a unique lineage of performers and artistic savants. A vibrant fount of melodies, with a story as colorful as her repertoire, Luxx's journey toward musical prominence took root in the sunny courtyards of Laguna Beach High School (LBHS). Here, amidst the bustling crowd of students and the cacophony of crashing lockers, Lyra carved out a refuge with her schoolmates in an all-girl band. The only remaining member from that original lineup, Luxx had an added feather in her high school cap, holding the esteemed position of a cheerleader. Who else, after all, could champion the school spirit better than the musical prodigy herself?
With a name as resplendent as ‘Lyra Luxx,’ you might expect a pivotal star moment or a dramatic twist. In a plot worthy of a Broadway production, her golden opportunity struck beneath the glaring halogens and amidst the simulated fog of LBHS’s annual talent extravaganza. The only thing missing was a superhero cape as she delivered an iconic rendition of her now famous single, "My Happy Song". The ensuing applause could have rivaled any seismic activity in California, thus turning a new page in her journey. Today, Luxx is recognized far beyond the confines of LBHS, solidifying her star status with each melodious offering. And as for that erstwhile all-girls band? It exists now only in memory, as a significant stepping stone in the rise and rise of Lyra Luxx, California's own glamorous diva. But remember folks, beneath all the glitter and the vocals, she remains the invincible cheerleader from Laguna Beach High School. Go, team!
My Happy Song
Lyra Luxx
(do not be afraid this is not fm)
You used to call me late night
Hope I ain't just your late night
When can I see you again?
So sorry I'm not a pain
Um (but)
I been workin' nine to five (ask me baby)
Smokin' bomb on my free time (light it baby)
Keep that love on my mind (kiss me baby)
Keep that love (K-I-S-S kiss me)
Makin' music all the time (mister radio play it play it)
Hit a milli and I'll cry (ooh my audience so loud)
Growin' up with the mic (fallin' steady fall watch it)
I can stay low
But when my song comes on
That's when I get so confident
Ooh
I put my own words in my mouth
And yes
I'm saying it out loud
That when my song comes on
I make my mama proud of me
Growin' up loving me (uh)
Hold up
Wait
Watch it
Look
Uh
Seventeen
I'm on a stage singin'
Haze off the coast
Eighteen in the city
Still hidin'
From the snow
Jumpin' down 85
When I'm driving home
Levitate for no reason
Cus' they changed the seasons
Makin' music all the time (oh)
Keep a milli on my mind (oh)
Growin' up with the mic (oh yes hunny)
I could stay low
But when my song comes on
That's when I get so confident
Ooh
I put my own words in my mouth
And yes
I'm saying it out loud
That when my song comes on
I make my mama proud of me
Growin' up loving me
Hold up
Wait
Watch it
Look
CREDITS
Performer: Lyra Luxx
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Frame by Frame
Twin Sunsets
Frame by Frame
Twin Sunsets
CREDITS
Performer: Twin Sunsets
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Gentle Whisper
Theo Kingsley
Verified Artist
Theo Kingsley
**Theo Kingsley** is a spirited, independent artist hailing from the colorfully eclectic streets of Manhattan. Known for his vibrant soundscapes and captivating lyrical prowess, Kingsley stands as a fresh beacon of musical innovation in the often repetitive sound waves of the modern music industry.
Kingsley's journey into the pulsating heart of music began at a tender age when he traded the traditional toys of childhood for a small, hand-me-down guitar. His fingers found their voice on that six-string stage, and soon, Kingsley, much like his favorite pair of black, worn-out jeans, fit comfortably and inextricably into the music world. His knack for crafting heart-stirring melodies and witty bars eventually culminated in his most well-recognized piece yet, "Gentle Whisper", a deeply evocative track that tackles complexity concealed in simplicity.
Over the years, Kingsley continually defies the boundaries of genre by fusing alternative rock, pop, and velvety hints of blues into his sonic concoctions. His music, much like the delicious bagel at a corner bodega, offers something for every taste. A regular performer at local Manhattan venues, Kingsley utilizes the intimate settings as a canvas to refine his musical flair and keep his connection with his audience personal. He may not be a superstar (yet), but to underestimate Theo Kingsley would be like dismissing a New York slice - a regrettably big mistake.
Gentle Whisper
Theo Kingsley
Bone cold gunshots and rain
Forecast brought me the pain
It won't bleed again
Alone (As we walk through)
The rain (It's forecast)
Whisper (I heard and called)
Your name (Until you came)
These moments (The moments that)
Keep playing (In my mind)
In my brain (Calendar 'til the day)
And as I fade
It'll never be the same again
I never felt this way
I never will again
It was love until it ends
As we cling to faith
(As we fade)
Bone cold gunshots and rain
Forecast brought me the pain
It won't bleed again
How do you hold on
To something that's already gone?
I won't leave you
But I can't stay here for long
A gentle whisper
A gentle touch
A gentle ache inside
At night
It'll never be the same again
I never felt this way
I never will again
It was love until it ends
As we cling to faith
(As we fade)
How many times can a heart be broke
And still fall in love again?
How long can a man hold on?
I'll hold on as long as I can
CREDITS
Performer: Theo Kingsley
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Stay With the Silence
When Colors Fell
Stay With the Silence
When Colors Fell
I watched the sky unfold too slow
Time slipped down the edge of your shadow
You left a glass of water full
But took the fire before the glow
Don't speak
I hear the silence calling
Don't breathe
The night is slowly falling
(Instrumental – layered synths emotional chords wide reverb)
[Vocal chops: “Don’t leave…” “Stay with me…”]
You float just out of reach again
A figure fading in the rain
You never said it had to end
But silence always makes it plain
Stay with the silence
Let it bloom inside
We're more than the moment
We're where the echoes hide
CREDITS
Performer: When Colors Fell
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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