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I Don't Know
Hamartia
Verified Artist
Hamartia
Hamartia, born Juliet Steiner, grew up in a strict Catholic family in Dublin, where expectations were high, and tradition ran deep. From an early age, Juliet knew she was different, but her family’s reaction to her sexual orientation was anything but supportive.
Feeling isolated and misunderstood, she sought solace in Greek mythology, where she discovered the concept of hamartia—a tragic flaw that often leads to downfall in ancient stories. Embracing the name Hamartia became her way of owning her identity and turning pain into strength, using it as a symbol of defiance against the societal norms that tried to suppress her.
Her move to Dublin’s vibrant underground music scene gave her the freedom to truly explore her voice. Hamartia quickly stood out for her unique vocal techniques, blending haunting tones with an emotive, almost ethereal quality that captivates listeners.
Her style, a mesmerizing fusion of Amplified Heart and pop dance, reflects both her inner turmoil and resilience. Each performance feels like a cathartic release, with her vocals carrying the weight of her past while moving toward something liberating and triumphant.
Hamartia's music doesn’t shy away from the complexities of love, loss, and self-discovery. Tracks like "I Don' Know" and "Eyes Wide Open" speak to the tension between vulnerability and empowerment, a delicate balance she has mastered through her songwriting.
Now a rising figure in Dublin’s pop dance scene, her unapologetic artistry resonates with fans who find strength in her journey. And as she continues to perform in venues across the city, Hamartia’s star keeps rising, proving that sometimes our flaws, real or perceived, are what make us truly extraordinary.
I Don't Know
Hamartia
City lights are blinding where did all the time go?
Faces keep on changing like a river's flow
Promises are broken scattered in the wind
Trying to find a reason where do I begin?
The future’s a storm
Am I safe and warm?
I don’t know
Who I’ll be tomorrow
Oh-oh-oh Fears I cannot swallow
Time will show
If this is my sorrow
Oh-oh-oh Waiting for the glow
Ooh-ooh-ooh Waiting for the glow
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Na-na-na
Friends drift like the seasons summer into fall
Once we were like brothers now we barely call
The world keeps on spinning but I’m standing still
Chasing down the silence trying to find my will
The future’s a storm
Am I safe and warm?
I don’t know
Who I’ll be tomorrow
Oh-oh-oh Fears I cannot swallow
Time will show If this is my sorrow
Oh-oh-oh Waiting for the glow
Ooh-ooh-ooh Waiting for the glow
Time is running fast
Will our love outlast?
Na-na-na
Ooh-ooh-ooh
CREDITS
Performer: Hamartia
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Between Our Time
Aris Veyton
Verified Artist
Aris Veyton
Aris Veyton is an electronic music producer whose sound blends modern club energy with subtle emotional depth. Rooted in electronic and dance-driven structures, his productions balance clean rhythms, textured synth layers and restrained melodic elements.
Rather than chasing trends, Aris focuses on atmosphere and flow. His tracks are designed to work both on the dancefloor and in personal listening environments, creating a sense of continuity rather than sudden impact. Minimal arrangements, controlled dynamics and carefully crafted sound design are central to his approach.
Working primarily in the studio, Aris Veyton treats music as a long-form experience rather than a single moment. His style reflects a contemporary electronic mindset: precise, understated and immersive. Each release is a step in an evolving sonic identity that prioritizes mood, space and consistency.
Between Our Time
Aris Veyton
Streets stay still without a name
Steps align but not the same
Nothing loud nothing planned
Just the timing of your hand
Every move feels almost true
Something shifts when I face you
Stay in place let it run
No finish line no count of one
No signs drawn no straight lines
Just the space between our time
Ahh
Let it turn let it stay
No words left that need a say
Corners bend the hours slide
We don’t need a reason why
Moments land then rearrange
Never still never strange
No control still it fits
Every step makes sense like this
Stay in place let it run
No finish line no count of one
No signs drawn no straight lines
Just the space between our time
If it ends it ends this way
Not a loss not a stay
What we felt remains intact
No return and no retract
CREDITS
Performer: Aris Veyton
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Fica no Quase
Rosa Medina
Verified Artist
Rosa Medina
Rosa Medina was born in 2001 in Porto, Portugal, to a family that carried both Iberian and Brazilian heritage. Her father, a fisherman from Aveiro, filled the house with fado records, while her Brazilian mother played MPB classics and samba on lazy Sunday mornings. Rosa grew up between two shores of the Portuguese-speaking world — absorbing the saudade of Amália Rodrigues and the sunny, syncopated joy of Gal Costa in equal measure.
At fourteen, she began performing small sets in riverside cafés, her voice effortlessly gliding between soft whispers and soaring notes. The intimacy of fado was her foundation, but Rosa was restless — she wanted her songs to dance. By blending Portuguese folk melodies with bossa nova chords, urban beats, and lush pop arrangements, she began to shape a style that felt both nostalgic and forward-looking.
In 2025, Rosa released her debut single "Fica no Quase" in collaboration with Filodyo, the independent music producer known for shaping fresh, original sounds for global audiences. The track — a bittersweet, mid-tempo anthem about love suspended in uncertainty — gained instant traction on streaming platforms. Its hypnotic chorus, sung entirely in Portuguese, became a signature moment in her live performances.
Today, Rosa Medina is part of a new generation redefining Lusophone pop, performing sold-out shows from Lisbon to São Paulo. Despite her growing fame, she keeps her songwriting process deeply personal — scribbling lyrics on napkins in Lisbon cafés, recording demos on her phone while walking along the Douro River. For Rosa, every performance is a bridge connecting continents, carrying the language and emotion of Portuguese music to the world stage.
Fica no Quase
Rosa Medina
Você fala devagar
Como quem quer ir embora
Mas deixa a porta entreaberta
E o perfume na demora
Se fosse pra ser já era
Mas ainda tem coisa no olhar
Fica no quase no meio
Nem céu nem chão inteiro
Fica no toque que não vem
Na saudade que não tem nome também
O silêncio entre a gente
É mais forte que um não
Você sorri com os lábios
Mas seus olhos dizem não
E eu finjo que entendo
Mas espero você ficar
Fica no quase no canto
Sem promessa sem pranto
Fica no gesto que não se dá
No abraço que não quer se fechar
Se um dia for tudo ou nada
Talvez eu escolha o nada
Mas até lá…
Fica no quase no meio
No tempo que é só receio
Fica no quase comigo
Mesmo que seja só perigo
CREDITS
Performer: Rosa Medina
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Small Parts Of A Life
Minor Museum
Verified Artist
Minor Museum
Coming from the city renowned for its artistic heritage and atmospheric canals, Amsterdam's very own dance duo, Minor Museum, is stitching the 'dance' in windswept tulip dances. A peculiar mashup of a coding whizz and an astute accountant, their paths crossed in a city awash with creativity, where they started to craft their celebratory anthems.
These audacious lads prove there's a splash of quirkiness in everyone - even in number-crunching accountants and binary code aficionados. Plug into their latest riff on the dance genre, the vibrant tune 'Small Parts Of A Life', and it can't help but be a day brightener, providing that happy fix faster than a Dutchman can cycle into a headwind.
In the grand tradition of long summer days by the North Sea, their music fosters a joyful dynamism, reminiscent of the old city's vibrancy and hues at twilight. The Minor Museum experience is akin to taking a ride in a rickety Amsterdam canal boat - feel-good bobbing with a dash of exhilaration, minus the water sprays.
Allow the men of Minor Museum to reel you in; after all, what's life without those precious ‘small parts’ tracked through infectious beats? In the end, it's all about adding the grooves between the historical facts and tax returns, isn't it?
Small Parts Of A Life
Minor Museum
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
I keep them
I lose them
I try
A room
A chair
A photograph there
A train
A face
A wrong suitcase
You said
Be careful
I said
Of what?
The door was open
The clock had stopped
I remember the street
But I don’t remember the name
I remember your coat
But I don’t remember the rain
Little things
Little signs
Little cuts
In the time
I was almost someone
I was almost fine
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
Small parts
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
La-la-life
La-la-life
I repeat it
I repeat it
A call
No sound
A hotel downtown
A shirt
A lie
A very blue sky
You smiled
Too late
I missed my fate
The lift went up
I stayed at eight
I remember the song
But I don’t remember the band
I remember your mouth
But I don’t remember your hand
Little rooms
Little lights
Little debts
Little nights
I was almost happy
I was almost right
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
This is not sadness
This is inventory
One ticket
One number
One glass
One morning
This is not memory
This is machinery
I press play
I press stop
I press repeat
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Small parts
La-la-life
La-la-life
I repeat it
I repeat it
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
A room
A chair
A photograph there
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
CREDITS
Performer: Minor Museum
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Summer Love And Win...
Flooded Theatre
Summer Love And Winter Man
Flooded Theatre
CREDITS
Performer: Flooded Theatre
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
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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Turn It Over
Cold Empires
Verified Artist
Cold Empires
Cold Empires is a high-energy trio from London whose music fuses hip-hop bravado with EDM’s explosive power. The group is made up of rapper Jamal Rivers, lyricist/MC Ethan Cole, and powerhouse vocalist Sienna Brooks. Together, they bring an unstoppable mix of raw verses, soaring hooks, and chant-driven crowd anthems designed for the biggest stages.
Jamal grew up in Brixton, raised on a steady diet of UK grime and American hip-hop, perfecting his rapid-fire delivery in underground battles. Ethan, born in Manchester, came from a background in electronic production, cutting his teeth as a DJ before stepping forward as both a writer and performer. Sienna, the daughter of a jazz pianist from Brighton, grew up singing gospel and soul before embracing the adrenaline of modern pop performance.
The trio met during a festival workshop in Ibiza, instantly recognizing their shared obsession with blending rap, electronic drops, and big-room hooks. Their debut single, Turn It Over, is the result: a bold, festival-ready anthem built for dance floors, packed with call-and-response energy, pounding kicks, and chant-style hooks that keep the crowd locked in.
Available exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, Cold Empires are carving out their own lane—one that thrives on intensity, collaboration, and the unstoppable spirit of the party.
Turn It Over
Cold Empires
Yeah!
Turn it over turn it over now!
Uh-huh!
Let’s go!
Runnin’ through the blocks got my heartbeat kickin’
Steel on my feet and the wheels keep spinnin’
Bass in my chest like a downtown riot
Hands in the air if you just can’t fight it
Skyscraper bounce in the middle of the lane
Every light flashin’ can’t stay the same
Heat in the air yeah the night’s our stage
Flip it one more time let’s break that cage
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Spin it ‘round now! (Hey!)
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
We keep movin’ we keep burnin’
Ride that beat the city’s turnin’
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
Jump to the left now slide to the right
We don’t wait for the day we ignite the night
Steam on the glass when the crowd gets near
Every move we make yeah the world can hear
We’re wired up loud with the floor still shakin’
No pause button no chance we’re takin’
Hands to the roof keep the vibe on fire
Drop it one more time lift it even higher
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Spin it ‘round now! (Hey!)
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
We keep movin’ we keep burnin’
Ride that beat the city’s turnin’
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
Push it forward!
Push it higher!
Can’t hold back!
Feel that fire!
Break it flip it!
Don’t stop yet!
We’re not done — it’s not over yet!
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Spin it ‘round now! (Hey!)
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
We keep movin’ we keep burnin’
Ride that beat the city’s turnin’
Turn it over! (Hey!)
Never slow down! (Hey!)
CREDITS
Performer: Cold Empires
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Runnin (feat Tae)
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.
Runnin (feat Tae)
Mark Martian
I could say I need you
But I know that you don't want me
No more
No more
You just like the people that I have been before
No more
No more
I could say I need you
But I know that you don't want me
No more
No more
You just like the people that I have been before
No more
No more
You got me runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
But I don't want it
Want it
Want it
Want it
But I'm still runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
But I don't want it
Want it
Want it
Want it
I could say I need you
But I know that you don't want me
No more
No more
You just like the people that I have been before
No more
No more
I could say I need you
But I know that you don't want me
No more
No more
You just like the people that I have been before
No more
No more
You got me runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
But I don't want it
Want it
Want it
Want it
But I'm still runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
But I don't want it
Want it
Want it
Want it
CREDITS
Performer: Mark Martian
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Dust Between the Guns
Colt Mercer
Verified Artist
Colt Mercer
Colt Mercer is a mysterious country vocalist shaped by dusty border roads, old western stories, and the warm musical spirit of Mexico. Blending classic country storytelling with subtle Mexican melodies, he creates a cinematic sound filled with desert sunsets, lonely bars, long night drives, and unfinished goodbyes.
With “Dust Between the Guns,” Mercer introduces a world of warm acoustic guitars, light mariachi touches, raw vocal texture, and a rugged emotional tone. His music carries themes of love, pride, escape, regret, and personal reckoning always somewhere between a confession and a standoff.
Released with the support of not fm and Filodyo, Colt Mercer’s sound reflects a modern western atmosphere: timeless, dusty, dramatic, and deeply human. Away from the spotlight, he is said to draw inspiration from vintage tapes, old cowboy films, border-town legends, and the silence of the desert at sundown.
Dust Between the Guns
Colt Mercer
Slow wind on the empty street
Boots drag through the drifting heat
Shadows stretch across the town
One more sun is going down
Boardwalk creaks beneath my feet
Every sound repeats the beat
Windows closed and curtains drawn
Like this place has long been gone
Cards still lie upon the bar
Someone left a broken star
Dust is dancing in the light
Waiting for the coming night
Dust between the guns tonight
No one here to call it right
Every breath a loaded sound
Spinning slowly all around
Hands are steady hearts are slow
Every man already knows
When the silence starts to fall
No one leaves this street at all
Leather creaks across the lane
Every step repeats the same
Eyes are narrow time is thin
Like a clock about to spin
Old sign sways above the door
Scratching echoes on the floor
Somewhere far a trumpet cries
Like a warning in disguise
Dust between the guns tonight
No one here to call it right
Every breath a loaded sound
Spinning slowly all around
Hands are steady hearts are slow
Every man already knows
When the silence starts to fall
No one leaves this street at all
Wind moves softly through the town
One last figure lying down
Sun sinks red behind the plain
Only dust will stay again
CREDITS
Performer: Colt Mercer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Keep It Moving
False Memory Lane
Keep It Moving
False Memory Lane
Keep it keep it
Keep it moving
Step by step we don’t look back
Caught the rhythm let it track
Flick the switch hit the light
We're alive in the neon bite
Don’t stop feel that spark
Ready to ignite the dark
Heartbeat slows tension grows
Heartbeat
Heartbeat
Heartbeat
New night new skin
New rules we’re living in
Eyes closed we fly
No reason no why
Breathe it in count to ten
We're not going back again
We keep it moving
Never stuck always choosing
Through fire through noise
We make the loudest choice
Keep it…
Keep it…
CREDITS
Performer: False Memory Lane
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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The Sweetest Tornado
Blake Felton
Verified Artist
Blake Felton
Despite sounding like a comic book alter ego, Blake Felton is anything but fictitious. Sure, the moniker is a cheeky assent to his fervent admiration for Blake Shelton, but our guy Felton wears his alias with a tireless charm that’s just as compelling as his given name, Alex. Drawing inspiration and maybe even a little mischievous wit from his country idol, he weaves an intrinsic thread of twang into his unique sound, establishing an undeniable presence in the rootsy pop-rock arena.
Blake Felton stories often come with a touch of humor, just like his catchy, because-why-not song titles. Take, for example, his hit single "The Sweetest Tornado”. It's as if he baptizes every storm he crosses paths with in the sugariest syrup, then serenades it with an infectious melody until it becomes more pop-chart-whirlwind than natural disaster. But don't let that fool you; beneath his nimble storytelling and pun-laden lyrics, Blake showcases a robust, soulful voice that conveys a depth of emotion beyond the jovial exterior. Immensely captivating, a bit heartbreakingly sweet, and always full of unexpected fun - that's Blake Felton in a nutshell. He certainly isn't Blake Shelton, but in a twist of fate tinged with irony, he just might end up becoming more talked-about than his namesake.
The Sweetest Tornado
Blake Felton
She blows into town on a street bike
With her hair done up in cornrows
Gets off the gas like a hot dam
Wearing all pink head to toe
She steps into the bar like a cannonball
All the folks turn around like an old saw
She orders three shots
Honey on the rocks
And a Manhattan in her straw
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
Said a bad word one time in a nightclub
Said "Oops
That's too far"
Always says thank you to the bartender
Always says "Please
" "Oops
That's too far"
She steps into the bar like a cannonball
All the folks turn around like an old saw
She orders three shots
Honey on the rocks
And a Manhattan in her straw
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
The summer nights
They call her name
The winter months
They call in vain
When she's there
People can't complain
The streets are flooded from the rain
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
CREDITS
Performer: Blake Felton
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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