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Tell Me
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.
Tell Me
Mark Martian
Dust on the floor where we used to stand
Promises slipped right out of our hands
The radio hums a song we knew
But the melody feels like it's lost its truth
Worn-out pages stories told
Fingers trace what we can’t hold
There’s a silence loud and clear
A reflection of what we fear
Tell me is it love or is it a fight?
Do we stay or fade into the night?
We’re caught in a space between the lines
Looking for answers crossing the signs
Faded pictures stacked on the shelf
We became strangers to ourselves
Every question leads to a wall
Every moment feels so small
Worn-out pages stories told
Fingers trace what we can’t hold
There’s a silence loud and clear
A reflection of what we fear
Tell me is it love or is it a fight?
Do we stay or fade into the night?
We’re caught in a space between the lines
Looking for answers crossing the signs
Maybe we’re just scared to leave
Hiding truth we won’t believe
Every tear a bitter cost
Falling in love but feeling lost
It’s the weight of what we don’t say
Holds us back but makes us stay
Still we wonder still we try
To keep the flame to touch the sky
Tell me is it love or is it a fight?
Do we stay or fade into the night?
We’re caught in a space between the lines
Looking for answers crossing the signs
Dust settles slow but we remain
Two hearts beating through the same refrain
If we let go will we know why?
Or stay tangled in the reasons we can’t deny
CREDITS
Performer: Mark Martian
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Fire in the Open Air
James Rolly
Verified Artist
James Rolly
Born in 1989 in Dayton, Ohio, James Rolly’s life was anything but straightforward. Growing up in a working-class neighborhood, he found himself drawn to music at an early age, learning his first guitar chords from an older cousin who played in local bars. But his teenage years spiraled into turbulence — run-ins with the law, school expulsions, and a revolving door of juvenile detention centers and rehabilitation programs marked his adolescence.
It was during a six-month stay at a rehab facility in Cleveland that James began writing his own songs, using music as a way to process his frustration and loneliness. The stark, confessional style of those early lyrics became the foundation of his artistic voice. He often says the rehab’s battered common-room piano was “the first place I ever told the truth.”
By his mid-20s, James was performing in small clubs across the Midwest, blending gritty Americana storytelling with modern soul and rock influences. His husky voice, commanding presence, and refusal to glamorize his troubled past earned him a loyal following. The shaved head, beard, and head tattoos became part of his unflinching image — a visual reminder of where he’s been and how far he’s come.
Today, James Rolly’s music reflects both the scars and the survival. From intimate acoustic sets to explosive full-band performances, he channels every ounce of his history into a sound that’s raw, magnetic, and unapologetically real.
Fire in the Open Air
James Rolly
I’m walking through the noise and color
Every face feels like a secret sign
My heart’s a drum that won’t keep quiet
Every beat says “Boy this ain’t your time”
But I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in
I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design
There’s laughter rolling out of doorways
Music pouring from a midnight band
I don’t know the song but I’m singing
Clapping to the beat like I understand
And I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in
I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design
Maybe I’m lost but it feels like winning
Every wrong turn keeps my story spinning
If this is the game then I’m all in
Every note’s a place I’ve never been
I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design
And I move…
I move with the rhythm
CREDITS
Performer: James Rolly
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
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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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Never Barefoot
The Syrphids
Verified Artist
The Syrphids
The Syrphids’ journey began in the vibrant streets of Birmingham, where their distinct sound emerged from a collision of personal influences and bold experimentation.
Each member brings a unique flavor to the band's overall dynamic—blending raw, emotive vocals with intricate guitar riffs, rhythmic basslines, and atmospheric synth layers. Their music strikes a balance between the unpredictability of alternative rock and the infectious melodies of indie pop, creating an eclectic sound that is both challenging and accessible.
What sets The Syrphids apart is their ability to navigate complex emotional themes, delivering lyrics that resonate deeply while still maintaining an undeniably catchy, crowd-pleasing vibe.
Their live performances are a spectacle of energy and emotion, where their chemistry as a band shines brightest. The Syrphids have a knack for turning intimate venues into electrifying spaces, with each song building on the momentum of the last.
Their setlists are carefully curated to take listeners on a journey—whether it's through soulful ballads that tug at heartstrings or high-octane anthems that ignite the crowd. This ability to command the stage has earned them a growing fanbase, not just in Birmingham but across the UK, with audiences captivated by their authenticity and musical craftsmanship.
As The Syrphids look toward the future, their ambitions are clear: to continue evolving their sound while staying true to the experimental roots that first brought them together. With several EPs already under their belt and plans for a full-length album on the horizon, the band is poised to break through to even broader audiences.
Their commitment to innovation, coupled with their undeniable talent, ensures that The Syrphids will continue to be a force in the indie music scene, challenging conventions and capturing the hearts of listeners around the world.
Never Barefoot
The Syrphids
I was barefoot in the silence
dreaming of laces I could never tie
They told me “Leave your shoes behind”
but my feet were burning on holy ground
Back then the glass windows whispered
shops were cathedrals I couldn’t enter
Every sneaker a forbidden scripture
every boot a sermon I couldn’t keep
I walked with shadows on the pavement
carrying blisters instead of crowns
Now every aisle feels like confession
plastic bags my rosaries
boxes stacked like psalms unspoken
I kneel but I never pray
I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the echoes of my hunger follow me
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never felt these cracks in me
So I buy another pair I’ll never wear
just to silence the ghost of that child staring
at the glass at the glass at the glass
Leather tongues speak louder than my own
rubber soles drown out my guilt
Every purchase is a broken hymn
every closet a confessional built
I don’t wear them I collect my scars
like trophies of battles I never fought
The past still laces up my ankles
pulling tight with phantom strings
No barefoot freedom in the morning
just a graveyard made of things
I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the echoes of my hunger follow me
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never felt these cracks in me
So I buy another pair I’ll never wear
just to silence the ghost of that child staring
at the glass at the glass at the glass
Empty shoes like empty prayers
lining up my hallway shrine
I am both thief and worshipper
stealing time wasting time
I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the pavement bleeds the silence roars
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never stood in this hunger before
So I’ll keep on buying keep on binding
never fitting never finding…
and the child in the glass walks with me still
CREDITS
Performer: The Syrphids
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Neverland Exit
SYNR
CREDITS
Performer: SYNR
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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I’m Breaking Out
Kara Vellin
Verified Artist
Kara Vellin
Getting your dance shoes on yet, you cheeky lot? Well, you better do, coz we're dialling up the groove with the effervescent Kara Vellin! Brimming with more electricity than that dodgy socket in your nan's garden shed, this dazzling diva hails from the pretend glitzy town of Vellinville.
You'll be hard-pushed to find a signpost to Vellinville on Google Maps, but trust us—it's right at the intersection of Powerhouse Avenue and Infectious Tune Terrace. This bustling burg pulses to Kara Vellin's contagiously upbeat rhythms, soundtracking back garden boogies, impromptu kitchen discos and wild dreams of freedom under the glittering disco ball.
"I'm Breaking Out" is Kara's iridescent calling card—close your peepers and watch her shimmy through your cerebrum like a day-glo dynamo. This dance floor princess's tracks are the aural equivalent of cracking open a neon piñata—there's a vibrant shower of happy in every beat. Is it confetti or synths raining down? Who cares, we’re all smiles here!
Throw a dart at a chart of dance music’s multiverse, and you'll hit something that Vellin has jubilantly commandeered for her own playground. So grab your glowsticks, drench yourself in biodegradable glitter and join our neon queen as she lights up the dance floor — Kara Vellin is in the house, and now, so are you.
I’m Breaking Out
Kara Vellin
New shoes clean slate—
Steppin’ out can’t wait
Used to tiptoe used to fade
Your spotlight made my colors grey
Now I’m bright and walking bold
No more playing stories told
No need to whisper down my shine
I dance louder every time
This is mine (uh) all this light (yeah)
Took it back now I feel right (so right)
No more small no more doubt
Watch me spin I’m breaking out (woo!)
Head high beat flows—
That shadow? Gone like echoes
Didn’t ask but I was framed
Fit your mold but I won’t stay
Mirror cracked and I walked through
Now I’m framed in something true
Used to dim to let you rise
Now I glow in open skies
This is mine (mine) all this light (light)
Took it back now I feel right (feel right)
No more small no more doubt
Watch me spin I’m breaking out (uh-huh!)
Step for step I own this beat—
I’m the one you can’t delete
Hands up breath full
I’m not hiding I’m in control
Every move every beat—
Feels like I’m finally complete
CREDITS
Performer: Kara Vellin
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Keep Me In That
Adam Lamo
Verified Artist
Adam Lamo
Feeding off the neon pulse of Las Vegas, Adam Lamo has boogie-wired our hearts to irresistible dance beats like no one else. His music is more infectious than a hangover from an all-night disco party, and just as unforgettable.
Picture this: a youthful Adam, prowling the technicolor streets of Vegas, the city's rhythm flowing through his veins like liquid gold. With "Keep Me In That", Lamo masterfully bottled that dazzling, Frank Sinatra meets Calvin Harris vibe. The beats are sunnier than a Vegas summer heatwave and guaranteed to lift any moody blackjack player off their stool and onto the dancefloor.
Mr. Lamo whips up melodies that make choosing to sit out not an option, but a crime against fun itself. His music's joy factor hits harder than a final-round knockout; it's not just dance, it's happiness in audio form. Consider yourselves officially warned: surrender to the irresistible allure of Adam Lamo's beat, or risk a lifetime of being a total party pooper. Our lad from Vegas didn't just show up; he's here to make us dance 'til sunrise and beyond.
Keep Me In That
Adam Lamo
Strangers in the backseat city hum’s a lullaby
Silhouettes in rearview glass fading with the sky
No confessions just the tension
Sipping on a moment we won’t define
And I pull the static closer
Your eyes say more than closure
Burning through the calm again—mmm ahh—yeah
We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state
Tuned to our own channel we’re no one's broadcast
We don't leave trails only moments that last
No compass no plans
Just two outliers with no demands
Every glitch is gold tonight
We’re wired for the fight or flight
Touch like gravity—hmm—aah—pulls me right
We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state
No rewind just loops we bend
Every second a means not the end
Not broken—just bent in rhythm
Hah—mm-mm—hah
Cold air warm static—
No words left just the habit
[Final Chorus]
We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state—woah
CREDITS
Performer: Adam Lamo
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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No Tomorrow Needed
Roxelle
Verified Artist
Roxelle
Roxelle is a Romanian-born singer and songwriter currently based in the United Kingdom. Growing up between Eastern European traditions and Western pop culture, she developed an early fascination with rhythm, melody, and visual storytelling. Her background gave her a distinctive sense of contrast, mixing emotional depth with bold self-expression, something that would later become central to her artistic identity.
After relocating to the UK in her early twenties, Roxelle immersed herself in the underground pop and electronic scenes, refining her sound and performance style. Influenced by modern pop, dance, and subtle R&B textures, she crafts songs that balance confidence with vulnerability. Her vocals move effortlessly between smooth, controlled delivery and striking, attitude-driven hooks, creating a sound that feels both intimate and commanding.
Roxelle’s music explores themes of independence, desire, and emotional resilience, often framed through sleek, contemporary production. Known for her strong visual aesthetic and fashion-forward presence, she approaches music as a complete artistic experience rather than just sound. With a growing catalog of releases, Roxelle positions herself as a new-generation pop artist shaped by movement, migration, and self-definition.
No Tomorrow Needed
Roxelle
Heels hit the floor I feel it start
Bass in my chest steady and sharp
No explanations no excuse
I move the room just how I choose
Eyes follow motion not my name
I don’t repeat I don’t stay same
One step closer to the sound
I don’t wait I turn around
I’m on my own tempo
Don’t tell me when to go
I set it I control
Every move every role
I’m on my own tempo
Too fast too slow I know
I hit it right on time
Watch me cross the line
Disco strings rise
Bass keeps talking
Hands in the air
No words just timing
Mirrors shake when I pass through
Every angle feels brand new
No permission no delay
I decide how long I stay
Heat is building in the crowd
I don’t need to say it loud
Count it in feel it land
Everything is in my hands
I’m on my own tempo
Don’t tell me when to go
I set it I control
Every move every role
I’m on my own tempo
Too fast too slow I know
I hit it right on time
Watch me cro
Jacket on I leave it open
Streetlight glow my focus broken
Every sound pulls me in
I don’t ask where we’ve been
I don’t read the signs twice
I move once that’s my advice
If it feels right I don’t slow down
I let the night spin me around
No tomorrow needed
Say it again I mean it (mean it)
No tomorrow needed
I don’t pause I don’t overthink it (no no)
No tomorrow needed
Feel it hit me feel it beat me (beat me)
No tomorrow needed
If I’m in it I’m in it (yeah)
Every step is calculated
Still it looks so effortless
I don’t wait to be invited
I arrive I don’t impress
Crowd reacts I don’t chase
I just take up space
Hear my name inside the bass
I don’t rush I keep my pace
Yeah
She don’t plan it she appear
Whole room shift when she near
No tomorrow in her mind
Only now perfect time
She don’t promise she decide
Every move amplified
I’m just watching from the side
Tryna keep up with her stride
No delay no rewind
She already crossed the line
When she move place complies
That’s the signal that’s the sign
No tomorrow needed
Say it again I mean it (mean it)
No tomorrow needed
I don’t pause I don’t overthink it (no no)
No tomorrow needed
Feel it hit me feel it beat me (beat me)
No tomorrow needed
If I’m in it I’m in it (yeah)
No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
Needed (needed)
No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
I don’t need it (don’t need it)
No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
Needed (needed)
If I want it (if I want it)
I’m in it (I’m in it)
CREDITS
Performer: Roxelle
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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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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Everyday Weight
Elara Stone
Verified Artist
Elara Stone
She makes music for the hours when clarity doesn’t arrive on time. Her songs sit between late-night electronic culture and everyday emotional friction, carried by a vocal that avoids performance and leans into presence. There’s no melodrama here, no oversized hooks. Instead, she works with restraint, letting repetition, silence, and subtle shifts do the heavy lifting, capturing the tension of modern relationships and the quiet pressure of daily life.
Sonically, her work draws from melancholic drum and bass and deep electronic traditions, but filters them through a distinctly current lens. Beats roll rather than hit, bass appears just long enough to leave a trace, and arrangements resist obvious peaks. Her voice is treated as part of the architecture, close, controlled, and emotionally distant, floating above the rhythm instead of chasing it. It’s music built for movement and reflection at the same time.
Her releases live within the carefully curated worlds of Filodyo and NOT FM, platforms that prioritise context over noise and long-form listening over instant impact. In that sense, her music isn’t chasing trends, it’s designed to exist alongside them, quietly confident, emotionally precise, and very much of its moment.
Everyday Weight
Elara Stone
Days stack up without asking
Deadlines talk before we do
Small mistakes grow teeth quickly
When you’re trying to stay true
Plans bend out of their own shape
Words land wrong then multiply
Nothing ends nothing settles
We just learn what to deny
I’m tired of fixing the timing
Tired of reading every sign
We keep choosing what sounds easy
Then we pay for it in time
Life feels heavy in small ways
Not enough to make a sound
Love gets stuck in explanations
That keep going in a round
We don’t break we just tangle
Try to pull without a map
Every day asks something different
And never tells us where to stand
Conversations turn to tactics
Every pause becomes a test
Saying less feels safer lately
Even when we mean our best
We trade honesty for balance
Call it calm but feel the cost
Nothing wrong with wanting steady
Just don’t lose what made us talk
We don’t need another answer
We don’t need to win the night
I just want a moment quiet
Where the pressure drops its bite
Life feels heavy in small ways
It adds up before we know
Love gets lost in fine decisions
We were never meant to solve
We don’t fall we just circle
Looking for a cleaner path
Every day asks something different
And leaves the rest to us
Maybe this is how it happens
Not dramatic not fast
Just the weight of daily choosing
Stacked against the past
Life feels heavy in small ways
But it’s still the one we take
Love is work without instructions
That we learn by what we break
We don’t fix it all tonight
We don’t need to understand
We just stay inside the motion
Doing what we can
Tomorrow’s already forming
Before we get some rest
I don’t need it to be simple
I just need it to be honest
CREDITS
Performer: Elara Stone
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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