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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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System Online
Daxe
Verified Artist
Daxe
DAXE is a French producer and DJ whose sound channels the raw spirit of the mid-90s underground Parisian club scene. Known for his gritty, lo-fi French house productions, he builds hypnotic tracks around distorted synth-bass loops, saturated textures, and minimal yet powerful drum machine grooves.
Emerging from late-night warehouse parties in Paris, DAXE earned a reputation for his uncompromising sets that fuse analog warmth with a rebellious edge. His music feels both dirty and infectious — a soundtrack built for smoke-filled rooms, flashing strobe lights, and crowds that never stop moving.
As a producer, DAXE stays loyal to hardware samplers, vinyl, and classic drum machines, crafting tracks that echo the golden era of French house while pushing it forward with his own raw signature. As a DJ, he thrives on the connection between loop-driven grooves and the dancefloor, keeping energy high and tension tight.
His latest track, “System Online”, embodies this ethos: hypnotic, streetwise, and uncompromising — a pure dancefloor anthem. Released exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, it cements DAXE as a name carrying the underground French house tradition into a new era.
System Online
Daxe
System… online…
Motion… design…
Cycle… repeat…
Zero… complete…
Automatic… static…
Binary… manic…
Program… engage…
Data… on stage…
One-two… one-two…
Error… breakthrough…
Signal… overload…
Run-time… explode…
CREDITS
Performer: Daxe
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Borrowed Cutlery
Asha Monroex
Verified Artist
Asha Monroex
Asha Monroex, a New York native, is a self-made artist carving out her own niche in the world of Independent Pop. Best known for her hit single "New York, I Loved You," Monroex is as much a part of the city's fabric as its yellow taxis and insomniac lifestyle.
A craftswoman of melancholic melodies, Asha's artistry spirals on downbeat rhythms and swirls of synth-driven soundscapes that resonate with her heartfelt lyricism. She's the type of artist who pens her poignant prose amidst the organized chaos of her Lower East Side apartment, making her music feels as personal as being let in on a closely guarded secret.
Inherently prolific, Monroex is a master at evoking emotional responses with her emotionally charged tracks. She captures the long teary taxi rides home and 3 am heartbreak with a quiet grace and majesty that far surpasses her fellow indie pop peers. Her melodies come through not as songs, but as anthems for those who've experienced love and loss in the city that never sleeps.
Always genuine and undeniably relatable, Asha endears herself to her listeners by turning sorrow into swagger, one resonating note at a time. Her music isn't just a catalogue of songs; it's a journey through the ups and downs of life in the big city, wrapped up in a soulful pop package. And trust us, once you're on this ride, you're not going to want to get off.
Borrowed Cutlery
Asha Monroex
You came in late
With a theory about forks and fate
I kept my coat
You said my silence needed one more note
Your drink went warm
While you described your personal reform
I changed my mind
Halfway through a sentence you redesigned
Too neat
You make good manners sound incomplete
Too sure
You diagnose the waiter and the furniture
Give me the crooked part
The bit that never learned to behave
Skip the polished start
I’d rather hear what you forgot to save
Don’t make it beautiful
Make it useful for a minute or two
Something disputable
Something that could only come from you
The bass moved first
You called it elegant then called it cursed
I missed the beat
You drew a diagram across the receipt
Your mouth said “fine”
Your eyebrows filed an appeal against mine
The plates were cleared
But somehow your complaint just reappeared
One step
Then a paragraph with nothing left
Two sips
And now we’re arguing about eclipse
No script
Just brass behaving badly at the hip
Give me the crooked part
The bit that never learned to behave
Skip the polished start
I’d rather hear what you forgot to save
Don’t make it beautiful
Make it useful for a minute or two
Something disputable
Something that could only come from you
You want a verdict
I brought a question with no proper ending
You want precision
I brought a rhythm that resents explaining
Call it defective
Call it a habit with excellent shoes
Call it selective
I call it knowing what not to refuse
Stay odd
Let all the tidy couples blame the odds
Stay sharp
Keep one good insult hidden after dark
Give me the crooked part
The one you never put on display
No ceremonial heart
No careful phrase rehearsed on the way
Keep it improbable
Keep it a little too clever to prove
Almost impossible
But still with enough nerve left to move
You took the spoon
I took the story
Fair enough
You looked less boring
CREDITS
Performer: Asha Monroex
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Best Night Ever
Leo Marlow
Verified Artist
Leo Marlow
Leo Marlow, an artist whose music seems to philosophize the dew on the grass with his songs, began his journey amid the high-stakes intensity of Brit-pop. Launching his career initially as the luminary of a Brit-pop boy band that didn't reach the stratospheric heights intended, he managed to transform his career path in the most unexpected way. Rising from the ashes of a failed group, he learnt to echo his own feelings while showcasing vulnerability, thus crafting a musical legacy that was wholly his own.
Based in the enchanting city of Manchester, Marlow has certainly found his unique sound, a harmonious blend of classic and contemporary. The artist serves as a sonic architect, masterfully constructing retro-futuristic synth landscapes that capture the essence of loneliness universally felt, yet seldom depicted so eloquently in music. The wistful melancholy of his music, tinged by synths, creates an environment as expansive as the cosmos yet as intimate as a whispered secret. His power to convey emotions and experiences with profound depth sets him sincerely apart.
One of Marlow's most notable musical creations is the ode "Best Night Ever". The track serves as an entrancing journey through Marlow's sombre narratives to the sound of shimmering synth-pop. Even whilst conjuring the myriad of emotions embedded in personal loss, "Best Night Ever" paradoxically stands as an alluring anthem for unforgettable nights and the ephemeral moments that make life so magical. It's an apt testament to Marlow's extraordinary ability to portray the human condition through his music, and certainly highlights why his magnificent sound continues to resonate with audiences far beyond Manchester's confines.
Best Night Ever
Leo Marlow
Three hours at a house party (Three)
I'm so over it (Ooh)
What we gonna do? (Uh)
We don't need this ****
Me and my ****** in the corner (Yeah)
Sippin' our liquor (Yeah)
What we gonna do? (Yeah)
Girl what we gonna do?
And she said
"Don't you worry girl I got a plan
We gonna get out of here girl and
Head to the beach we'll be there by ten
The boys are gonna meet us yeah they're bringin' their friends"
It's the best night ever
We're all together I won't forget
How we turned that *****
Into the best night ever
How could I ever? It's permanent
All because my friend said
[Post-Chorus]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Three days in Miami
The vibe was right (Ooh)
Damn we had fun (Ooh)
On a Wednesday night
Me and my bitches in a section (Yeah)
At the strip club (Yeah)
Boys throwin' up (Yeah)
It's a real good night
And she said
"Don't you worry girl I got a plan
We gonna get out of here girl and
Head to the beach we'll be there by ten
The boys are gonna meet us yeah they're bringin' their friends"
CREDITS
Performer: Leo Marlow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Run Into Summer
August Marlow
Verified Artist
August Marlow
August Marlow is a 25-year-old artist hailing from Toronto, whose music encapsulates the essence of youth and optimism. With a focus on pop, his debut track "Run Into Summer" radiates a hopeful and uplifting vibe, perfectly reflecting the playful spirit of summer. Marlow's sound is characterized by vibrant melodies and heartfelt lyrics, inviting listeners into a world where inspiration and joy intertwine seamlessly.
Though currently his catalog includes just this one track, "Run Into Summer" sets a promising tone for what is to come. Marlow's artistic identity is shaped by themes of positivity and aspiration, elements that are likely to resonate throughout his future work. As he continues to explore and expand his musical horizons, fans can anticipate a collection of songs that celebrate life's lighter moments while maintaining an authentic connection to his artistic roots.
Run Into Summer
August Marlow
You showed up late with your hair still wet
Said “don’t ask where I’ve been”
I had two cold drinks and a nervous smile
You had trouble on your skin
We left our phones in the corner booth
Ran out before the bill
You said “I know a road where the city ends”
I said “show me I will”
And I don’t know
Where this thing is going
But your hand’s in mine
And the night keeps rolling
You say my name
Like a song you’re learning
Then you pull me close
And the whole street’s turning
So let’s run into summer
Like we don’t know better
Heartbeats loud
In the hot bad weather
You and me
Getting gone together
If we fall too fast
We can blame it on forever
Run run
Into the blue
I don’t need a plan
When I’m running with you
Run run
Like lovers do
I don’t need the world
I just need one more minute with you
You kicked your shoes off by the seaside bar
Danced on the pavement line
I tried to act like I didn’t care
But I was losing my mind
You stole my cap I stole your look
We were laughing too loud
Somebody played that old guitar
And you sang to the crowd
And I don’t know
If this is a warning
But your eyes say stay
Till the blue of morning
You say my name
Like you mean it maybe
Then you smile like that
And the night goes crazy
So let’s run into summer
Like we don’t know better
Heartbeats loud
In the hot bad weather
You and me
Getting gone together
If we fall too fast
We can blame it on forever
Run run
Into the blue
I don’t need a plan
When I’m running with you
Run run
Like lovers do
I don’t need the world
I just need one more minute with you
Oh-oh-oh
One more minute with you
Oh-oh-oh
One more minute with you
**[Bridge - Half Time]**
Maybe September comes too soon
Maybe this all disappears
Maybe we’re just two hearts
Making too much noise out here
But I don’t wanna slow down
I don’t wanna be right
I just wanna keep you
For the rest of tonight
So let’s run into summer
Like we don’t know better
Heartbeats loud
In the hot bad weather
You and me
Getting gone together
If we fall too fast
We can blame it on forever
Run run
Into the blue
I don’t need a plan
When I’m running with you
Run run
Like lovers do
I don’t need the world
I just need one more minute with you
Oh-oh-oh
One more minute with you
Oh-oh-oh
Run into summer with you
CREDITS
Performer: August Marlow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Weight On My Shoulders
Ashton Vance
Verified Artist
Ashton Vance
Ashton Vance, an Algerian-born, France-raised musician, is a name that carries some weight in the local music scene. An undisputed pillar of the independent circuit, Vance ropes in audiences with his stunning knowledge of music and undeniable love for funk. Known as much for his beat-dropping basslines as his witty onstage banter, Vance strikes the perfect balance between intensity and humor, just like your favorite high school gym teacher.
A dedicated football enthusiast, Vance once had dreams of becoming a pro on the field. Unfortunately, an injury cut his budding football career short but gave rise to his musical pursuits, marking the beginning of an unexpected detour into melodic wonderland. In a strange twist of fate, Vance entered the limelight. but with a microphone rather than a football at his feet.
His hit indie song "Weight on My Shoulders" echoes the struggle and triumph of his journey - from a wannabe footballer to a sought-after musician. The track is a testament to his ability to turn the mundane and the melancholic into musical gold. Crafted with Filodyo, his unmatchable style and impressive lyrical depth have managed to shoulder the weight of acclaim without buckling.
Vance's love for music is written all over his work, receiving praise from critics and fans alike. He may not have made it to the football field, but in the realm of independent music, Ashton Vance is very much a superstar. And to think that all it took was a sprained ankle and a broken record to jumpstart the journey of this funk fanatic – talk about a sliding tackle right into fame's goalpost!
Weight On My Shoulders
Ashton Vance
She's a faded memory now
Faded like the sunset in the west
She's a faded memory now
I know there ain't no way that I'll forget
The road comes in and the road goes out
I'm driving this truck all alone again
Just letting time slip away
Feel the weight of the highway in every step
She's a faded memory now
Faded like the sunset in the west
She's a faded memory now
I know there ain't no way that I'll forget
There ain't nothing darker than the night away from her
But there ain't no sound louder than the silence in this town
I don't know a weaker man than the one that I became
But I know what I've been going through now
This ain't no way
Heaven ain't got no say
And they raise the rent in hell from week to week
Out here
Time stands still
All we have is what we need and
All we are is under our feet
The road comes in and the road goes out
I'm driving this truck all alone again
Just letting time slip away
Feel the weight of the highway in every step
CREDITS
Performer: Ashton Vance
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Intercepted Call
OXR
CREDITS
Performer: OXR
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Fire When You Move
Rina
Verified Artist
Rina
Rina is a Colombian singer whose sound blends tropical pop, Latin soul, and effortless beachside energy. Raised around rhythm, color, and movement, she turns sun-soaked emotion into songs that feel intimate, bold, and unforgettable.
Known for her magnetic presence and warm, expressive voice, Rina creates music that celebrates freedom, friendship, and feminine confidence. Her image is vibrant and modern, yet grounded in the spirit of the coast, where joy and storytelling meet in every performance.
Now featured on Filodyo, Rina represents a fresh wave of Latin artistry with global appeal. Whether she is performing on stage or captured in moments like this by the sea, she brings charisma, authenticity, and a sense of escape to everything she does.
Fire When You Move
Rina
Boy you come around like you own the scene
Talking like you know what my body means
You play the trouble like a sweet routine
Acting like a king with a lost crown dream
Every time you step you distort my plan
But you disappear when I reach your hand
I won’t fall just ’cause you say my name
If you want more show me you can claim
I’m not a prize for your little game
Give me something real or stay in your lane
If you want my fire light it with truth
I don’t dance for someone who hides the proof
If you want my rhythm move with no fear
I can give you something you’ll keep for years
If you want my fire light it with truth
Don’t come closer if you’re gonna dilute
You keep staring like you want the cue
But you lose your courage when I look at you
You say you’re ready but you hesitate
Talking pretty words that evaporate
You push the story but you lose the plot
Boy I know your type and I know what’s not
I won’t fall just ’cause you say my name
If you want more show me you can claim
I’m not a prize for your little game
Give me something real or stay in your lane
If you want my fire light it with truth
I don’t dance for someone who hides the proof
If you want my rhythm move with no fear
I can give you something you’ll keep for years
If you want my fire light it with truth
Don’t come closer if you’re gonna dilute
You keep staring like you want the cue
But you lose your courage when I look at you
I’m not here to bend for a fragile vow
If you want a chance better take it now
I won’t chase the words that you rearrange
If you want my spark then you gotta change
If you want my fire choose what you do
’Cause the moment’s burning — and it’s up to you
CREDITS
Performer: Rina
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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This Isn’t Love
Chris Nate
Verified Artist
Chris Nate
Meet Chris Nate, the alternative tunesmith you've probably never heard of, but will soon be unable to live without. Emerging from the vibrant music scene of Nashville, this little-known troubadour is steadily carving a niche for himself in the wide world of alternative music.
Chris is notoriously bashful about his origins but will tell you this: the fundamental building blocks of his music lie not in Nashville's sing-and-clap heartland, but on the rhythmic streets of his namesake city, Natchitoches, Louisiana. Every song seems to skate effortlessly across bayou blues and backwater folk rock, all while maintaining the ebullient tone that is so very Chris Nate.
It's no surprise that this seemingly scattershot blend of influences works so well given the success of his track, "This Isn't Love." A merry jaunt that dares to ask, 'What if love was more like playing jazz on a banjo in space?’ Delivered with a wink, a nod, and most crucially, a tie-dye shirt, the song is a festival of joy that will have listeners tapping their feet while crying laughter tears.
So, grab your headphones and give Chris Nate a spin. Here’s an artist whose music won’t just tickle your ears, but might just tickle your funny bone as well. He's serving up slices of life with a side of melody, and it's a recipe that's simply too tasty to resist. And if that isn’t love, well, this isn’t a biography. Or is it? Chris Nate might make you question everything. Everything except for his expertise in creating cheerfully menagerie tunes, that is.
This Isn’t Love
Chris Nate
Your keys on my floor like secrets we ignore
Talk cheap in the kitchen but silence said more
Late bites blurred lines
We orbit what we can’t define
And I don’t ask you to stay
But you never walk away
Ooh—ohh—caught in that delay
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
The door’s half closed your shadow blends
Routine strangers no need to pretend
Unread texts skipped calls
But still I’m there when you fall
I won’t hold out a map
You keep tracing the gap
Mm—yeah—holding what we lack
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
Words don’t heal in stereo
We play roles we’ll never know
But I’d still let it repeat—mmm—aah
Ahh—mmm—breathe in the mess
Still tethered nothing less
[Final Chorus]
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
(Uhh!) crash not intent
CREDITS
Performer: Chris Nate
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Rhythm of Us
45th Tier
Verified Artist
45th Tier
45th Tier is the collaboration of London-born vocalist and songwriter Darius Cole and Rotterdam-based producer Malachi Venn. The two first met during an after-hours session in a basement studio above a closed furniture warehouse, where an unfinished Rhodes progression and a distorted bass loop kept playing long after everyone else had left. What began as a single improvised recording slowly developed into a shared language built around restraint, physical rhythm and the fragile moments when a club track feels close to falling apart.
Cole’s low, unpolished vocal delivery gives the duo its human center, while Venn shapes the surrounding space with detuned synthesizers, chopped organ phrases, live percussion and heavily worn tape processing. Rather than chasing clean electronic production, 45th Tier deliberately leaves small imperfections in their recordings: uneven conga hits, overloaded spring reverbs, breaths between lines and drum fills that briefly pull against the grid. Their music sits somewhere between deep house, broken soul and the intimate final hour of an underground dance floor.
Their debut single, “Rhythm of Us,” is built around a relationship that can no longer be explained through conversation but still survives through movement. A restless bassline, loose percussion and submerged guitar fragments circle Cole’s voice as the track repeatedly approaches collapse without ever fully breaking. The song introduces 45th Tier as a duo less interested in perfection than tension: two distinct musicians meeting inside the same pulse, holding it together for as long as they can.
Rhythm of Us
45th Tier
Looking at the night see the colors blend
Every beat we chase it's a brand new trend
We move together hearts in sync
No need to worry let the music drink
Let’s lose ourselves feel the sound rise
Underneath the stars we’ll never disguise
Every signal of the bass pulling us near
In this moment there's nothing to fear
WE MOVE we fly with every touch we ignite
Dancing close like fire burning bright
This rhythm of us aftertone through the night
With every heartbeat we’re feeling so right
Lost in the magic in this joyful space
Every glance we share it’s a warm hold
We’ll keep on dancing don’t let it fade
Glow of now memories are made
Take a step closer let the world fade
Every moment cherished never afraid
We’ll paint the night with our laughter and light
Together we soar a beautiful flight
WE MOVE we fly with every touch we ignite
Dancing close like fire burning bright
This rhythm of us aftertone through the night
With every heartbeat we’re feeling so right
CREDITS
Performer: 45th Tier
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Margin of Error
Susan Hall
Verified Artist
Susan Hall
Susan Hall emerges from the vibrant backdrop of New York City, where late-night writing sessions fuel her introspective explorations into the human experience. Infusing elements of Lo-Fi, Pop, and Trip-Hop, Susan crafts soundscapes that oscillate between playful and melancholic. Her track "Margin of Error" encapsulates this duality, featuring smoky vocals layered over a pulsating sub-bass and ethereal Fender Rhodes chords. With a penchant for the poetic, her lyrics explore themes of longing and uncertainty, often wrapped in an enigmatic embrace that resonates deeply with listeners.
The sonic threads within her catalog weave together a compelling narrative, each track a reflection of her artistic identity marked by subtle contrasts. From the dark trip-hop influences that shape her beats to the epic yet intimate moods she conjures, Susan's music reveals a world where vulnerability meets resilience. With tracks like "Margin of Error," she invites audiences to navigate through the shadows of love and loss while offering an unexpected playfulness that lingers long after the last note fades.
Margin of Error
Susan Hall
You filed my name under maybe
Kept one hand near delete
Your sentences came pre-approved
Every promise wore a barcode
I read the terms across your face
A firm refusal dressed as grace
You kept my number off the page
Then called it love at your own rate
I learned the cost of being near
A private charge renewed each year
Your figures never could align
You changed the units every time
You took the sum removed the source
Then called the damage normal loss
Call me your margin of error
The number you round to zero
You kept me close to the ledger
But never part of the total
Call me your margin of error
Your almost your after your spare
I won’t be filed under maybe
I won’t be useful then erased
You wore affection like a pass
Valid until somebody asked
My place was marked with pencil lead
Easy to alter hard to read
You built a room from access codes
The door unlocked when you chose
I left the key beside your name
No final speech no claim to blame
Your figures never could align
You changed the units every time
You took the sum removed the source
Then called the damage normal loss
Call me your margin of error
The number you round to zero
You kept me close to the ledger
But never part of the total
Call me your margin of error
Your almost your after your spare
I won’t be filed under maybe
I won’t be useful then erased
I was never hard to measure
You preferred uncertain scales
A person turned to useful data
A pulse reduced to monthly sales
Now every digit has an owner
Every loss can state its cause
You can keep your perfect record
I have left your private laws
Call me your margin of error
The number you rounded to zero
You kept me close to the ledger
But never part of the total
Call me your margin of error
The flaw that refused to behave
Cross out the file marked as maybe
I won’t be useful then erased
Delete my name from your system
The error has learned its own weight
CREDITS
Performer: Susan Hall
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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