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Life In A Small Town
Alexander
Verified Artist
Alexander
“If you haven’t heard of Alexander before now, consider this your official 'invite to the party.' The secret weapon of the underground electronic scene is as enigmatic as he is dance-inducing. Born, bred and still sending good vibes out from Istanbul, the city poised between East and West, lending him unique influences to his crisp beats and bouncing synths.
Despite having a quiet life himself, Alexander’s sound is anything but; his music's happy mood is like a neon invitation to shake off your troubles and dance like no one's watching. His hit track, “This Is Our Time," suggests exuberance—a cascade of vibrant beats and irresistible rhythms that make you feel like everything's coming up roses.
Obscurity hits a lot of artists hard, but not our Alexander. He's the equivalent of the guy at the party that nobody knows, but everyone wants to be around—the center of the buzz, all while hanging back and enjoying the groove. Amidst the flashing lights and blaring speakers, Alexander is carving out a shiny niche for himself in the glittering world of electronica.
Always humble, mostly unseen but making waves big enough to surf on, Alexander is a true gem in the sprawling metropolis of electronic music. So here's to Alexander: Our low-key maestro, turning his quiet existence into a much-needed celebration of life, one electronic beat at a time.”
Life In A Small Town
Alexander
Dusty roads we tread where memories are sown
Fields of golden dreams where seeds of life are grown
Old oak tree stands tall watching over years
Stories told by firelight shared with laughs and tears
Every face a friend in this little space
Living slow and sweet a steady pace
Life in a small town (oh)
Where the world slows down (yeah)
Every heart beats true (oh)
Under skies so blue (yeah)
Front porch mornings greet with the rising sun
Neighbors wave hello as the day’s begun
Beneath the church bell's chime we gather and we sing
Life’s simple melody harmony it brings
Where the roots run deep stories never sleep
In this peaceful place love we always keep
Every face a friend in this little space
Living slow and sweet a steady pace
Life in a small town (oh)
Where the world slows down (yeah)
Every heart beats true (oh)
Under skies so blue (yeah)
In this town we find peace of heart and mind
Life’s a gentle song in this place we belong
CREDITS
Performer: Alexander
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Brave New World
Clara
Verified Artist
Clara
Clara, a Toronto-based artist, has carved out a space in the contemporary music scene with her captivating blend of alternative, electronic, and pop sounds. With roots steeped in the city’s vibrant club culture, she emerged from obscurity by transforming personal demos into polished tracks infused with emotion and resonance. Her latest offering, “Brave New World,” showcases her ability to weave poignant narratives through immersive soundscapes, resonating with themes of vulnerability and resilience that echo throughout her catalog.
Her music delves into the bittersweet and dreamy realms of human experience, often reflecting feelings of isolation and self-discovery. The lyrical intensity in her work invites listeners into her world, where she grapples with expectations and identity amidst the chaos of modern life. Tracks like “Brave New World” capture the essence of feeling exposed “in the center of the ring,” embodying a sense of defiance wrapped in vulnerability. The production style draws on EDM and dance influences, creating infectious beats that both uplift and evoke introspection.
Clara’s artistic identity continues to evolve as she embraces new collaborations and dives deeper into experimental sounds. Each song is a chapter in her ongoing exploration of self, inviting fans to join her in navigating the complexities of existence. With a growing repertoire that reflects her journey, Clara stands poised to redefine the boundaries of pop-infused electronic music, capturing hearts with every note she shares.
Brave New World
Clara
All eyes on me in the center of the ring
Like a criminal with a smoking gun
Like a boy with a thorn in his side
I'm like a fish out of water
All eyes on me
Like a gun to the head
Like a head on a plate
Like a lamb to the slaughter
But they don't know what I've seen
The coldest winter in twenty-three
Don't know what I've seen
But I don't wanna die
But I don't wanna die
But I don't wanna die
But I don't wanna die
In this brave new world
In this brave new world
In this brave new world
In this brave new world
CREDITS
Performer: Clara
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Tied My Hands
River Mae
Verified Artist
River Mae
Meet River Mae, a musical maverick straight out of Norway. Originally a law student, she swapped the courtroom for the recording booth after much persuasive coaxing from friends who were evidently one part envious of her vocal chords, and two-parts tired of hearing her legal jargon. Like so many greats before her, River's journey began modestly, singing her heart out in local karaoke bars, where her renditions of beloved pop classics left many patrons wondering if they hadn't perhaps had one too many cocktails...or was that really just a law grad belting out tunes?
River's music career showcases a perfect blend of spontaneity and determination. Her life took an unexpected turn when she surrendered to her friends' pestering and stepped in front of the mic, exchanging her comfort zone for a world filled with rhythms and melodies. In the process, River managed to redefine karaoke nights everywhere, as her enchanting voice left audiences questioning whether they were in a cozy neighborhood bar or an illustrious music arena. Now when she's not sharing her tongue-in-cheek anecdotes about her journey from law books to lyric sheets, she's singing about it in her scintillating tunes.
Most notably, the song "Tied My Hands" brings all these elements together, much like the varying elements of a fine Norwegian herring platter. It conveys the struggles and hesitations of leaping from the predictable world of law to the exhilarating uncertainty of music, interlaced with her unmistakable charm and wit. And let's be real, who else besides River could make a metaphor about legal restraints sound so darn catchy? So here's a toast to River Mae, a law school dropout turned captivating songstress. Turn a blind eye to her lawsuits for now, as you will surely get tied up with her spellbinding music.
Tied My Hands
River Mae
[Intro]
Heat off the glass
You look through me fast
You speak in shrugs and sideways glances
I fill the silence with fake chances
You say nothing but I stay
Making futures you won’t play
Pulled tight I bend where you lean
Your touch says less than your leave
I don’t ask you what you mean
Guess I like to not believe
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (yeah yeah!)
I lit the match you walked right by (mmm ooh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(I fall anyway)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Na-na oooh-ohh no-no…
Scratched your name on my old mirror
Smeared it out but you got clearer
Gave you pieces you forgot to ask for
Heard your plans still kept the back door
Left your coat out in the rain
Hoped you'd care enough to complain
You move like truth on rewind
Slow and sharp not ever mine
I gave up drawing the line
Then I crossed it every time
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (ahh yeah)
I lit the match you walked right by (ohhh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(Still I stay)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Na-na mm-mm oh yeah…
I keep breaking in my own voice
Tried to leave like I had a choice
Words don’t reach you but I shout
Now my echo’s burning out
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (ahh yeah!)
I lit the match you walked right by (woo-ooh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(but I play)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Oooh na-na-na
CREDITS
Performer: River Mae
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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No Right Time
Lena Wilder
Verified Artist
Lena Wilder
New York is the incubator of many dreamers, and for one Lena Wilder, it proved to be the perfect breeding ground. Lena wasn't always in the limelight; she was just another New Yorker making a living as a sales assistant in one of the city's bustling clothing stores. As she tended to racks of distressed denim and oversize knits, she wore her dreams like her favorite band tees - close to her heart but visible for the world to see. Little did her customers know that they were interacting with a voice that would someday weave an influential part of their city's sonic fabric. After all, the Big Apple isn't shy about tucking its future stars behind a discount rack, now is it?
Once her work shift ended, Lena would swap her clothing tag gun for a guitar pick and the sales floor for a stage, performing at local venues as a side gig. Here, she felt at home, strumming her guitar under the dim hue of stage lights, her soulful voice permeating the evening air with songs straight from the heart. One of her most notable songs being "No Right Time," which came as a result of a humorous debate with an ex-lover about the "right time" to eat a breakfast burrito (spoiler alert: Lena thinks it's anytime!). This feel-good declaration of burrito sovereignty soon became an anthem for heartache, nostalgia, and the taste of freedom, encapsulating her music's raw essence, which is a delicate balance between heartwarming relatability and the gritty reality.
Through all these, Lena Wilder has managed to remain notoriously elusive behind a veil of unassuming simplicity. She reminds us that the artist's journey isn't found in shiny CDs or platinum records, but in those quiet moments behind a store counter, under a spotlight in a dimly lit bar, or even in an argument over a breakfast burrito. Because in the end, the right time to chase your dreams – just like eating a breakfast burrito – is anytime!
No Right Time
Lena Wilder
[Intro]
(Clock ticks loud when you're not calling
Nights taste dry can't fake stalling)
Tried cold coffee just to feel something
Streetlight flicker — not a sign just buzzing
You left shoes under my old desk
I stepped around 'em like we never met
Told my friends I’m feeling fine
(They don’t ask much anymore)
Scroll your name don’t hit “reply”
Still stuck knocking at a closed door
No right time to fall apart (ahh yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (mm-mm)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(yeah yeah yeah)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ohhh ooooh na-na
Keys in the bowl still turn for yours
Voicemail full I still record
You liked silence I liked shows
Talked through credits missed the lows
Now your jacket's in a bag I keep
Next to sweaters I don’t wear to sleep
Lied to strangers I don’t know
(Said I’ve burned your old photos)
Truth is folded in my coat
Every plan comes back to “almost”
No right time to fall apart (ahh yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (whoa-oh)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(yeah yeah)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ooooh you stay—na-na
Nothing broke at once it peeled
Like paint left out too long revealed
I didn’t cry but I still feel
Your side cold when nights turn real
No right time to fall apart (yeah yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (mmh)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(can’t lie)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ooooh (stay gone) na-na-na
CREDITS
Performer: Lena Wilder
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Second-Hand Sunday
Leonard Isaiah Ellis
Verified Artist
Leonard Isaiah Ellis
Leonard Isaiah Ellis is a British singer and songwriter known for his warm baritone, understated delivery, and the kind of presence that never needs to shout to be felt. Raised in South London, he grew up between church harmonies, old soul records, and the city’s late-night dance culture, which shaped the mix of intimacy and rhythm that runs through his music. Before releasing his own material, Ellis spent years writing hooks, recording demos, and lending vocals to producers in the house and electronic scene, quietly building a reputation as a dependable voice with real character.
His single Second-Hand Sunday shows a softer, more personal side of his writing. Built around small domestic details and a calm sense of gratitude, the song trades drama for comfort and finds meaning in ordinary moments, cheap coffee, old records, and the rare luxury of having nowhere to be. It is that balance of lived-in storytelling and soulful restraint that defines Leonard Isaiah Ellis, an artist more interested in honesty than image, and in songs that linger long after the room has gone quiet.
Second-Hand Sunday
Leonard Isaiah Ellis
Six coins in the jar on the shelf
Rain on the window like applause
You in my shirt with the sleeves rolled
Making toast like it's a job
We are not going anywhere today
And that is the whole plan
Give me a second-hand Sunday
Cheap coffee no ambition
Give me a second-hand Sunday
Nothing broken nothing missing
I have been rich and I have been thin
I'd take this over both of them
Give me a second-hand Sunday
(oh oh)
There's a record we have played into the ground
The needle skips at the same part
And we sing over the gap
Like it was meant to be there
Give me a second-hand Sunday
Cheap coffee no ambition
Give me a second-hand Sunday
Nothing broken nothing missing
I have been rich and I have been thin
I'd take this over both of them
Give me a second-hand Sunday
Everybody's chasing a bigger room
A better view a longer table
I've got a kettle and a radio
And somebody worth the morning
Give me a second-hand Sunday
Cheap coffee no ambition
Give me a second-hand Sunday
Nothing broken nothing missing
I have been rich and I have been thin
I'd take this over both of them
Give me a second-hand Sunday
Give me a second-hand Sunday
(oh oh)
CREDITS
Performer: Leonard Isaiah Ellis
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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We Go Higher (ft Ka...
Mark Martian
Verified Artist
Mark Martian
Mark Martian is one of the most elusive figures in the music world, and his mysterious persona has left many fans wondering—could he really be from Mars?
Known for using the alias Martian Mark during his collaborations, this enigmatic producer has somehow managed to evade the spotlight completely. No interviews, no photos, no videos—Mark is practically a ghost. Some say it’s part of his brand, while others speculate wildly. Who knows?
Maybe while Elon Musk dreams of building colonies on Mars, Mark’s already here, quietly making beats after hitching a ride from the Red Planet’s first neighborhood.
Despite the secrecy surrounding him, one thing’s clear: Mark’s music speaks volumes. His deep house tracks pulse with interstellar vibes, his pop productions are out-of-this-world catchy, and his funk grooves are, well, otherworldly.
Whether he’s blending cosmic synths with soulful beats or dropping funk-infused rhythms, his style keeps listeners hooked and guessing. You can hear his work across platforms, but his music truly shines on Filodyo, where you might catch the next great Martian anthem—if he doesn’t beam it up first.
We Go Higher (ft Karen)
Mark Martian
Step in lights feelin' my mind
Drifting closer colors align
Pulse in sync hearts on the rise
Breaking free lost in your eyes
Let it drop don’t let it stop now
Every touch liftin' me somehow
Movin' slow glowin' bright
Fallin’ deep into the night
We go higher higher
Burning like a fire
Future now leave the past
We let go future bass
We go louder louder
Feel it like no other
No control just embrace
We let go future bass
Sounds fade rhythm flows
Skin to skin nobody knows
Blurred lines neon signs
Chasing moments lost in time
Turn it up don't slow it down now
Feel the rush we're alive somehow
Hold me close neon skies
Take me where forever lies
We go higher higher
Burning like a fire
Future now leave the past
We let go future bass
We go louder louder
Feel it like no other
No control just embrace
We let go future bass
CREDITS
Performer: Mark Martian
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Let the Good Times ...
Zayn Rix
Verified Artist
Zayn Rix
Meet Zayn Rix, the infectiously happy dance artist you've been waiting for. Hailing from the eclectic music scenes of his native city, Zayn embodies vibrant rhythms and can sure make a crowd move!
Bursting onto the scene from the pulsating heart of Manhattan, Zayn brings to mind the twinkling city lights and the unmistakable rush of midnight subway rides. His music is the sort of infectious dance-pop that makes you daydream of cloudless summer days and impromptu dance-offs at house parties. With clever lines and a touch of humor, he's like a Tommy Hilfiger cologne ad come to life - stylish, breezy and ceaselessly optimistic.
One whiff of his breakout hit, "Let the Good Times Roll," and you'll know exactly what we mean. Like eating cotton candy on a Ferris wheel, Zayn's music evokes a blissful sense of joy, making it impossible not to smile. He's that charmingly spontaneous friend who convinces you to skip the tedious office lunch for an exciting roller-coaster ride instead. His melodies are as infectious as his personality - a perfect lovechild of infectious beats and sunny vibes.
So here's to the good times, the dance-inducing melodies, and the relentlessly cheerful Zayn Rix. In the dance-pop universe, he's a rising star - serving joy on a catchy beat and reminding us that life is indeed, a party. So let's turn up the volume, get that body moving, and as Zayn would say, let the good times roll!
Let the Good Times Roll
Zayn Rix
Never been so nervous
To open up my mouth
My heart was jumpin' hurdles
Thought I'd let you down
Never been so certain
As I am right now
The way you grabbed my waist
Pulled me close and spun me 'round
We were just a couple kids
Actin' like we were adults
Tryin' to act cool but the truth is
You always made me laugh when you told jokes
And now I'm finally bein' honest with you
It feels so good
And who knew?
So go and get the girls and the guys
And the beer on ice
And let's let the good times roll
Grew up in the same hometown
And never took a chance
But what goes around comes around
I guess that's how the story ends
We were just a couple kids
Actin' like we were adults
Tryin' to act cool but the truth is
You always made me laugh when you told jokes
And now I'm finally bein' honest with you
It feels so good
And who knew?
So go and get the girls and the guys
And the beer on ice
And let's let the good times roll
And now I'm finally bein' honest with you
It feels so good
And who knew?
So go and get the girls and the guys
And the beer on ice
And let's let the good times roll
And who knew? And who knew? And who knew?
And who knew? And who knew? And who knew?
CREDITS
Performer: Zayn Rix
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Save Me From You
Gravity as a Metaphor
Save Me From You
Gravity as a Metaphor
CREDITS
Performer: Gravity as a Metaphor
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
Verified Artist
Elyra Dawn
Elyra Dawn was born in Rotterdam, raised between ferry horns and late-night radio static. Music wasn’t a choice — it was everywhere. Her mother sang quietly while folding laundry, her older brother blasted trance through paper-thin walls, and Elyra? She listened. Carefully. Absorbing melodies like secondhand sunlight.
She spent her teenage years bouncing between school choirs, bedroom recordings, and weekend trips to Amsterdam’s record stores. The moment she first heard Robyn’s Dancing On My Own on a train platform at dusk, something clicked. It wasn’t just about sadness or joy — it was how you could wear both in the same voice. That duality, the push and pull between euphoria and vulnerability, would become Elyra’s signature.
After performing in local clubs and uploading small demos online, she received an unexpected email from Filodyo’s Hakan E — a message that simply said: “You sound like you’ve lived a little. Let’s talk.” What followed was a slow, careful collaboration: late-night file exchanges, voice memos from backstage, moments captured between flights. Elyra didn’t rush it. She never does.
Today, her voice balances two worlds — the sweaty rush of the dancefloor and the quiet ache of a Sunday morning alone. Her hooks stick, her delivery stings, and her presence on stage feels at once intimate and cinematic. Elyra Dawn isn’t here to be loud. She’s here to be heard.
Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
I kept your echo in a borrowed chord
Faded at the edges like a prayer ignored
You never spoke in “forever” terms—
Only in glances only in turns
We drew lines in passing trains
Paused in motion looped refrains
What we had was quiet gold—
But time like steam refused to hold
So I won't chase the version of us
That never really stayed never fully was
You were a still life mid-collapse
A moving part in silent gaps
And I loved you there—
Where the light never dared
But lingered
Like it knew
We’d vanish fair
You hummed in keys I couldn’t trace
Left fingerprints on open space
A breath a shift a tilted frame
No villain here just untitled blame
Maps don’t cover scenes like this
Where lips forget what touch meant bliss
But if you ask what we became—
A shadow signed with no one’s name
I won't rewrite the note you played
Or tune the silence we conveyed
You were a still life breaking fast
A fleeting truth I couldn’t grasp
And I loved you there—
Not to repair—
But to remember
Without despair
Maybe we were best
in between intentions
Not a love song—
just the tension
Still life
in motion
Still life
Not frozen
CREDITS
Performer: Elyra Dawn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Only Ashes Know My ...
Julian Hartman
Verified Artist
Julian Hartman
Julian Hartman; a magical melody weaving prodigy, hailing from the exquisite alpine landscapes of Switzerland. Raised on Ticino truffles and Emmental cheese chunks, Julian is the offspring of Switzerland’s savviest real estate tycoon (eh-hem, his dad, if you didn't catch that). But instead of joining the family business, Julian took the scenic route, stating that the only thing he's interested in constructing are heart-stirring ballads full of intricate harmony and soulful chords, and, well, who can argue with that?
A graduate of Communication Studies, Julian uses his academic background to strike a chord with his fan base. He also resumes a dual life as an activist. One moment, he's delivering soul-stirring tunes, sending listeners on a roller-coaster ride of emotions, the next he’s making profound impacts advocating for human rights. His hit track, "Only Ashes Know My Name," feels like poetically walking face-first into a blast of empathy and introspection, and rumour has it, it's a subconscious ode to the countless times he's forgotten his own name after an all-nighter at Geneva’s cheese fondue parties.
Julian Hartman, this activist-cum-singer, is more than a musical maestro with a magnetic presence. He's the compelling sonic storyteller with a forgettable real-estate lineage who exceeds all expectations with each guitar strum, proving that the best path is often the road less travelled, paved with cheese and a master's degree in communication.
Only Ashes Know My Name
Julian Hartman
Falling hours crooked roads
Lanterns flicker stories fold
Traces left in borrowed sand
Nowhere feels like where we stand
Wind moves slow but pulls apart
Empty rooms still hold a spark
Pull the thread and watch it fray
All we built just fades away
Running circles chasing flame
Only ashes know my name
Voices hum in window panes
Summers lost in silver rain
Names dissolve like ink in tide
Leaving nothing left to hide
Wind moves slow but pulls apart
Empty rooms still hold a spark
Pull the thread and watch it fray
All we built just fades away
Running circles chasing flame
Only ashes know my name
No more echoes down the line
Only shadows drawn in time
Pull the thread and watch it fray
All we built just fades away
Running circles chasing flame
Only ashes know my name
CREDITS
Performer: Julian Hartman
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Now Means Now
Gloria and The City...
Verified Artist
Gloria and The City Line
Gloria and The City Line is a three-piece electronic pop act built around the contrast between a magnetic female lead vocal and two producers with sharply different musical instincts. The project came together through late-night studio sessions, club edits, and unfinished demos that slowly developed into a sound of its own: sleek electronic production, restless rhythms, dark synth textures, and a vocal presence that feels both intimate and commanding.
Their music sits somewhere between alternative pop, club culture, and cinematic electronic music. Rather than chasing oversized festival drops, Gloria and The City Line focus on tension, movement, and atmosphere — songs that feel equally at home in headphones at 2 a.m. or on a crowded dance floor just before closing. Gloria’s voice gives the group its emotional center, while the two producers build around her with layered beats, distorted details, warm low-end, and a constant sense of forward motion.
Their track “Now Means Now” captures the idea behind the project perfectly: no nostalgia for its own sake, no waiting for the right moment, no promise that things will make more sense later. Gloria and The City Line write music about urgency, attraction, distance, and the strange energy of city nights, turning those moments into songs that feel immediate, polished, and slightly dangerous.
Now Means Now
Gloria and The City Line
Prompt
I kept saying soon
Like soon was guaranteed
Tonight I changed the word
There’s a ticket on the counter
Bought six months ago
A number that I never called
A place I meant to go
I kept saving all the good things
For a better point in time
Like somebody was keeping score
Of when I crossed the line
Then something hit me
Nothing makes the first move
So I stopped waiting
For permission I never needed
Now means now
Not someday not somehow
If I want it
I’m going there
Now means now
No saving it for later
I’ve spent enough of my life
Almost getting there
Now means now
Now means now
Now
Means
Now
No more almost
No more almost
Now
Means
Now
Called the number from the paper
Bought another ticket out
Said yes before I had the chance
To think myself back down
Left the dishes in the kitchen
Left the calendar unread
Funny how the things I feared
Got smaller when I went
I kept believing
The timing had to choose me
Now I know better
I’m the one who moves me
Now means now
Not someday not somehow
If I want it
I’m going there
Now means now
No saving it for later
I’ve spent enough of my life
Almost getting there
Now means now
Now means now
All those maybes
All those soon’s
All those perfect afternoons
I kept them waiting
On a shelf
Turns out
I was waiting for myself
Now means now
Not someday not somehow
If I want it
I’m going there
Now means now
No saving it for later
I’ve spent enough of my life
Almost getting there
Now means now
Now means now
Now
Means
Now
No more almost
No more almost
Now
Means
Now
I kept saying soon
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Lyrics
CREDITS
Performer: Gloria and The City Line
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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