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There is Power in R...
Nadia Petrova
Verified Artist
Nadia Petrova
Sit back, close your eyes, and let Nadia Petrova's dancy beats stir your soul. Heralding from the land of vodka and chilly winters, this indie dance titan is brewing storms with her ethereal vibes and boogie-powered anthems.
Gymnast by day and club sensation by night, Nadia's life is as rhythmic as her pulsating dance tracks. Originally intending to represent her motherland in a sporting event, the rhythmic allure of the synthesizer provided a detour, and she hasn't looked back since. A sucker for routine, she realized that there is intrinsic beauty in repetition—thus was born the mega-hit "There is Power in Routine."
Her music is a paradox, as comforting as the predictable tick-tock of a clock, and as thrilling as a train ride through strobe-lit tunnels. Nadia brings cheer disco-jumping out of her turntable, crafting happy dance tunes that are as infectious as the common cold.
Nadia Petrova is certainly not your average Russian spy. Injecting the world of dance music with a hearty dose of happiness, her infectious and playful beats revive the spirit of an ancient Russian proverb: "Who does not jump, is not Russian." Dance on, comrades!
There is Power in Routine
Nadia Petrova
Life is only fun with a plan
Like a working woman the way I'm back again
With every morning goin' to a tango
Hella cute in my heels and I glide it solo
There is power in routine
Strong woman in the street
Sets me free
Liberty
There is power in routine
Our getaway is tailored up tight
You beg for an escape and there's no thought behind those eyes
Go again and again and again 'cause I like
Ooh I like
There is power in routine
Strong woman in the street
Sets me free
Liberty
There is power in routine
Mmh
Ooh
Mmh
Ooh
There is power in routine
Strong woman in the street
Sets me free
Liberty
There is power in routine
CREDITS
Performer: Nadia Petrova
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Keep the Receipt, S...
Dust Motel
Verified Artist
Dust Motel
Dust Motel Static began with **Marisol “Mari” Vela**, a sharp-tongued singer and baritone guitarist raised between Tucson and a small border town where her mother ran a late-night diner. **Evan Rusk**, a quiet multi-instrumentalist and obsessive arranger from Bakersfield, had spent years repairing amplifiers, collecting discarded tape machines and writing instrumental cues for films that were never made. Mari became the face and voice of the project; Evan became the person who could turn one crooked guitar phrase into an entire record.
They met after Evan’s pickup broke down outside the diner during a summer dust storm. Mari noticed the long-scale guitar case in the truck bed, borrowed the instrument before offering any help and played the same four notes until Evan began tapping a rhythm against the counter. They spent the rest of the night recording into a battered portable machine beside the diner’s ice freezer. The resulting demo carried traffic noise, a loose refrigerator panel and an argument from the kitchen, but neither of them wanted to recreate it in a cleaner studio.
Their debut single, **“Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart,”** introduces their sound through Mari’s dry, teasing delivery, Evan’s tightly controlled rhythm section and a low melodic guitar that moves somewhere between desert noir and border-town rock. The song treats a dishonest apology like a badly fitted purchase, turning an uncomfortable conversation into a compact, playful hook. It is currently their only released track, but the duo have already made their intentions clear: Dust Motel Static prefer small details, crooked humour and memorable guitar lines over polished mythology.
Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart
Dust Motel
You parked across the hydrant
Like the law had gone to lunch
Brought six supermarket daisies
Held together with a rubber band
Said “I’ve been doing lots of thinking”
With the posture of a judge
Then set one careful “sorry”
On my counter still unopened
You pressed your palm against your chest
Like cameras filled the hall
I asked for one clean answer
You gave the director’s cut
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take the whole display with you
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
Almost true almost true
Look at you improving
You said your phone had lost its manners
Your watch was running scared
Your friends had formed a committee
And voted you unprepared
Your mother took the witness stand
Your therapist was quoted
I asked “Did you sleep with her?”
You said “The wording feels loaded”
You lowered your voice an octave
That trick you save for court
I asked where you were Tuesday
You gave the weather report
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take the whole display with you
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
No don’t kneel; the floor is clean
Don’t swear on anybody’s grave
Skip the trembling lower lip
You practiced beside the valet
I’m just taking inventory:
One key two names three hotel pens
You may keep the supermarket daisies
They’ve heard the whole defense
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take your grand performance too
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
Almost true almost true
Look at you improving
“Need a bag?”
“No he came with one”
CREDITS
Performer: Dust Motel
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Transmission Null
Qore and Vynn
Transmission Null
Qore and Vynn
CREDITS
Performer: Qore and Vynn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Ashes Know My Name
Elias Crowe
Verified Artist
Elias Crowe
Elias Crowe is an American singer-songwriter whose music lives somewhere between Latin blues, desert rock and roots Americana. Raised among the wide landscapes of the American Southwest, he developed a quiet fascination with stories of ordinary people, forgotten highways and the invisible weight carried through everyday life. Rather than chasing trends, Crowe built his sound around expressive guitar work, restrained vocals and songs that value silence as much as melody.
His recordings are known for their cinematic atmosphere, blending warm acoustic textures, soulful electric guitar and subtle Latin rhythms into music that feels timeless rather than nostalgic. Crowe rarely writes in absolutes. His lyrics explore redemption, memory, resilience and the fragile space between hope and regret, often using simple images to reveal deeper emotional truths. Listeners are drawn to the honesty of his performances, where every note feels lived rather than performed.
Although his style echoes the spirit of classic American roots music, Elias Crowe continues to shape a voice that is unmistakably his own. Whether performing intimate ballads or slow-burning rock songs, he favors authenticity over spectacle, allowing emotion, craftsmanship and atmosphere to lead every performance. His work has earned a loyal audience that values music not for its volume, but for its ability to linger long after the final chord has faded.
Ashes Know My Name
Elias Crowe
Slow down…
Don’t wake the fire
It already knows
Who I am
Dust hangs low where the old road bends
Every scar still remembers friends
I don’t ask if tomorrow stays
I just count the smoke instead of days
One cold wind
One tired hand
Trying to build
What never stands
Every prayer arrives
Wearing different clothes
Maybe heaven answers
Maybe nobody knows
Hold your flame
Don’t hide your face
Even broken walls
Can become a place
If the night
Calls out my name
I’ll answer slow
Just the same
Hold your flame…
Don’t let it fade
My father’s coat still smells like rain
Every pocket keeps a different pain
Coins grow heavy
Truth grows light
Some men disappear
Before the fight
I don’t need another miracle
Only one more mile to walk
The silence speaks
Louder than angels
When nobody talks
Hold your flame
Across the storm
Nothing living
Stays untouched or warm
If I fall
Don’t call my name
Just leave the fire…
Exactly where it came
The ashes know my name…
The ashes know…
My name…
CREDITS
Performer: Elias Crowe
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Terms & Conditions
Mylo Trent
Terms & Conditions
Mylo Trent
No handshake
No “we’ll see”
My name’s not fine print
It’s policy
You blink — I shift
You smile — I lift
I read the small print you ignore
I walk through ceilings not the floor
I don’t climb
I rewire
Don’t need luck
I require
Terms and conditions
All in bold
I don’t fold
I don’t hold
You skim fast
But I’m exact
Every clause
I bring it back
I mark my time in red not ink
You aim for cool — I aim to think
When doors lock I write the hinge
I don’t lean — I make it swing
I don’t beg
I embed
While they chase
I reset
Terms and conditions
Clear and loud
I don’t blend
I’m not crowd
You swipe past
I hold the weight
No delay
I syndicate
You said “maybe”
I wrote “must”
You sold cheap
I build trust
Terms and conditions
You just scrolled
But I logged in
Now I hold
I don’t blink
I don’t fade
I don’t sign
I upgrade
CREDITS
Performer: Mylo Trent
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Baby, Baby
Lily Green
Verified Artist
Lily Green
Lily Green is a vibrant nu-disco artist with a deep love for cars and the open road.
Hailing from Los Angeles, Lily grew up with the sounds of synth beats and funky basslines, which fueled her passion for creating danceable, feel-good music.
Her fascination with cars started in childhood, spending weekends at car shows with her dad and dreaming of road trips across the country. This love for automobiles often finds its way into her music, with themes of freedom, speed, and adventure.
Known for her infectious energy and groovy tunes, Lily Green’s tracks are the perfect soundtrack for cruising down the highway with the windows down.
Baby, Baby
Lily Green
You're always a second away
We never finish what we start
I think about it every day
I feel it in my broken heart
You do me dirty and then you say
It was an accident
But I've had enough
Oh
Babe
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
Oh
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
I've got the freedom to be alone
I've got my friends
But I never call
You say
"I miss you
" I hear the tone
And I don't feel like I know you at all
It's like a movie or a TV show
We were in love once
But now I can't remember
Babe
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
Oh
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
Oh
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
Oh
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
CREDITS
Performer: Lily Green
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Listen, Kid
Dual Mode
Listen, Kid
Dual Mode
Alright
You don’t have to listen
But maybe —
maybe you should
Start with water
Not some fake fitness elixir
Just water
Sip it before your coffee
then sip it again after your regrets
Sleep is not weakness
Neither is asking for help
Just don’t ask the internet
It thinks garlic cures everything
Call your dad
Even if the call is quiet
Especially then
When in doubt clean something
Start small
Your desk
Your browser history
Your heart
Buy plants
Name them after people who once hurt you
Then watch them die peacefully in a well-lit corner
Don’t trust anyone who brags about how little they sleep
They’re not deep — they’re tired
Same thing with people who always "grind"
They’re not hungry — they’re running from something
Eat the fruit before it wrinkles
Like your plans
Don’t let them rot in the bowl
Stretch your knees
Take care of them like they’re the last pair you’ll get
Because they are
Your hair?
Stop pulling at it
It’s not a problem to solve
It’s a crown
Messy is still royalty
Read the damn book
Even if it’s slow
Even if you forget what you just read
You’ll remember the part that matters
That’s how memory works —
selectively like a moody DJ
Take your time
Don’t forget to breathe
Hold what’s light
And let go what grieves
Unfollow people who make you feel small
You’re not rude — you’re pruning
Call your old friends
Not because they need you
But because you still remember
how they laughed in eighth grade
Skip one party
Leave one message on read
Stay in on a Friday
and let your spine remember what pillows feel like
Stop saying sorry when you mean thank you
And stop apologizing for taking up space
You do
You’re allowed to
Take the photo
You look better than you think
Years from now
that version of you will say “Hey thanks for not deleting me”
And hey
walk more
Even if it's just to the fridge and back
Even if it's aimless
Especially if it's aimless
Take your time
Don’t forget to breathe
Hold what’s light
And let go what grieves
You’re still here
That means something
Now go
Just don’t run
CREDITS
Performer: Dual Mode
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Hold Me Through the...
Ayla Vion
Verified Artist
Ayla Vion
Ayla Vion is an evocative pop artist whose roots in church choirs give her music a sense of hope and uplifting energy, even as she navigates the complexities of modern life. Based in London, Ayla combines the rhythmic pulse of dance and EDM with electronic elements that elevate her introspective lyrics. Her track “Hold Me Through the Fallout” exemplifies this synergy, featuring dreamy melodies and vibrant beats that echo the dichotomy between comfort and chaos in urban living. Amidst bustling streets, her music captures those fleeting moments of stillness and reflection.
Transitioning from a sacred musical background to the world of secular sounds came with both sacrifices and rewards for Ayla. Each song she crafts echoes stories of resilience, marked by the tension between nostalgia and forward momentum. The themes of connection and emotional resonance weave through tracks, revealing a narrative of individuals not only seeking solace but also striving to embrace tomorrow's challenges. This duality resonates with listeners who understand that moving forward sometimes means confronting contrasting memories.
As Ayla continues to carve out her unique niche in the music scene, she leaves an indelible mark on audiences who appreciate her blend of joyous rhythms and contemplative lyrics. With each performance, whether at an intimate venue or a pulsing festival, her aspiration remains clear: to inspire others to find beauty even amidst life's uncertainties. With a growing catalog that reflects both her past experiences and future aspirations, Ayla Vion stands poised to resonate with many more souls searching for light in the fallout.
Hold Me Through the Fallout
Ayla Vion
Signals break and drift through empty streets
I’m standing still while the city repeats
Tomorrow feels colder than the things we’ve known
Concrete hums softly like a world overgrown
People move faster but they’re stuck in place
Everything forward yet we’re losing grace
Maybe I’m learning
That silence can warn
Maybe the future
Arrives already worn
Hold me through the fallout
Keep me steady when the noise cuts deep
I don’t fear the unknown
If you’re someone that I get to keep
Hold me through the fallout
Guide me where the fractured roads all meet
I don’t fear the unknown
If we walk it with the same heartbeat
Screens blink stories that no one can trust
Words turn brittle breaking down into dust
Still there’s a compass somewhere in your tone
Pulling me forward when the world feels thrown
Maybe I’m learning
That silence can warn
Maybe the future
Arrives already worn
Hold me through the fallout
Keep me steady when the noise cuts deep
I don’t fear the unknown
If you’re someone that I get to keep
Hold me through the fallout
Guide me where the fractured roads all meet
I don’t fear the unknown
If we walk it with the same heartbeat
When the last wave trembles
I won’t run from the scene
If the future is colder
We can still stay between
CREDITS
Performer: Ayla Vion
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Raindrops In Ruby
Nico Laurent
Verified Artist
Nico Laurent
Hailing from the sprawling city of Chicago, known for its gusty winds and hearty deep-dish pizzas, the one and only Nico Laurent has been making waves in the musical landscape with his undeniable talent and contagious energy. Born to an imaginative mother who weaved narratives that enchanted Nico's world and a meticulous father whose precision for constructing circuit boards was only matched by his love for the blues. You could say Nico was born to rhythm, melody, and a healthy dose of storytelling. He began his magical sonic journey right there, in the sweet-spot between abstraction and engineering, affectionately known as creativity.
That journey led Nico to pen one of his most notable songs, "I'm Not The One," a tune that dances delightfully between heartbreak and hope, two relatable sides for many of his listeners. His songs mirror his life - filled with textures and nuances - which are as electrifyingly real as the Chicago skyline during a lightning storm. Perhaps it's his mother's storytelling gift that makes his lyrics so compelling, or his father's keen sense for balance that keeps his melodies ringing in your ear long after the song ends. Or maybe, just maybe, it's that cheeky grin of his that makes you think he might know a secret or two about life's grand design. Whatever the case, it's hard to resist the magnetic pull of Nico Laurent and his ever-evolving sound.
Equal parts witty word-spinner and evocative tunesmith, Nico proves that the apple doesn't fall far from the metaphoric tree (and by the sound of it, this apple picked up a guitar on its way down). Nico remembers sitting between piles of books and heaps of cables as a kid, writing stories about robot musicians or sketching out designs for flying guitars, and that imaginative spirit still fuels his music today. So, buckle in and hold onto your hat (the wind in Chicago doesn’t mess around, you know), because Nico Laurent is just getting started, and this is one ride you won't want to miss.
Raindrops In Ruby
Nico Laurent
Follow the footprints of centuries
Lost in the fields of she always ran
Carving out all of the treasuries
We read alone in the rain
Why does it sound so much worse in the morning?
Cry out the letters she sent when we met at that place
Why'd you make me wait when I knew you were wrong?
There she goes
I've known love
And love constantly goes
And if I leave everything open
I'm constantly closed
I can't leave anyone hangin'
But yet I still hang like a post
Feels like she moves in slow motion
I can't let 'er down 'cause she's already gone
Want her around
But I know that would be so wrong
There's so much to see in the world
Why does it sound so much worse in the morning?
Cry out the letters she sent when we met at that place
Why'd you make me wait when I knew you were wrong?
There she goes
Caught in the middle of something again
Why do I mention whenever I can?
Unlock the moment of rubies and stains
Looking to find when the love met the rain
Locked in an image as clear as the rain
Lookin' to find through eternity
CREDITS
Performer: Nico Laurent
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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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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Move Directive
MechaSoul
Move Directive
MechaSoul
Move
Drop it
Now
Go
Keep up
Push
Don’t stop
Right there
Do it
One more
Down low
Get back
Let’s go
Now Now Now
CREDITS
Performer: MechaSoul
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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