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I’m Not The One
Sienna Marlowe
Verified Artist
Sienna Marlowe
Born and bred in the heart of Italy, Sienna Marlowe is a singer whose voice echoes with the rich history and timeless elegance of her homeland. As a child, Sienna would trespass into deserted train stations, her little voice echoing off the crumbling walls and intertwining with the rusted whispers of the forgotten railways. Her imagination would paint these forlorn shrieks of metal and dust into an imagined symphony of applause, encouraging her to believe in a world where silence spoke volumes and the stillness of an abandoned platform could become her music's grandest stage.
Passionate and prodigiously talented, Marlowe saw the world through a unique lens, where dreams danced in every corner. Her breakthrough hit, "I'm Not The One," captures this spirit perfectly, weaving a tale of love and perhaps a dash of Italian dramatic flair into an unforgettable, raw, powerful ballad. This song, much like Marlowe's career, is a testament to her innate ability to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, transforming everyday experiences into melodies that tug on heartstrings and tickle the soul. As a music biographer, you can't help but tip your hat to Sienna, who just might shout "Bravissimo!" at a rust-caked railway track, and you'd better believe it would be the most melodious cheer you've ever heard.
The heart of Sienna Marlowe's story is as simple and as complicated as a rusted railway line - it's about finding beauty in the abandoned, and a voice in the silence. Her journey from that deserted train station in Italy to the glamorous spotlight of international fame is a captivating symphony in itself. Hopping on this train of her musical journey, it's impossible not to sway along to the endearing rhythm of Sienna's life, one that serenades us with the notion that music truly knows no bounds – not even a "Do Not Enter" sign at an old train station.
I’m Not The One
Sienna Marlowe
Told me I’d regret it — guess I forgot
Living like a risk you never got
I’ve been spinning hours into peace
While you watch from your retreat
You sip on rules I drink the rain
You dress your truth in borrowed shame
I’m not the one who’s stuck in place
You paint your fear across my face
But I don’t flinch I don’t explain
I dance through thunder sing through pain
You call it chaos — I call it mine
You hold your breath and wait for grace
I jump first I don't brace
Maps never knew my way
Still I find more than you say
You sip on rules I drink the rain
You dress your truth in borrowed shame
I’m not the one who’s stuck in place
You paint your fear across my face
But I don’t flinch I don’t explain
I dance through thunder sing through pain
You call it chaos — I call it mine
Maybe I’m too much for your quiet
But I’m a riot you won’t forget
Keep your calm and curated days
I’ll be gone in brighter ways
CREDITS
Performer: Sienna Marlowe
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Bassline Skillz
Cyber Bloom
Verified Artist
Cyber Bloom
Cyber Bloom is a groundbreaking music collective that came to life when five top-notch DJs decided to merge their talents. Not your ordinary bunch of disc jockeys, these superstars boast an eclectic mix of skills that converge to create the singular sound of Cyber Bloom. One prominent member is the enigmatic Martian Mark, who you probably have bumped to countless times on Filodyo. The other members, taking mystery in stride, are still so enveloped in enigma that they've preferred to maintain their anonymity—or maybe they're just shy. Either way, the suspense only adds to the allure.
On the decks, Cyber Bloom's pulsating beats and groovy synth lines create a sonic atmosphere that feels like a rave on Mars. This sonic palette is perhaps best exemplified by their unforgettable track, "Bassline Skillz"—a monster of a tune that's been known to give bass speakers a serious workout. Critics often debate whether the title refers to their skill at creating basslines or their ability to make listeners feel like they've developed a new set of dance skills. The answer, like much about this enigmatic group, remains a mystery.
Despite their colossal success online, the quintet remains inventive and unapologetically unconventional. Cyber Bloom's blend of EDM, house, and electro-pop has created sonic landscapes that continue to resonate with fans across the globe. With every drop, every build, and every musical moment – Cyber Bloom proves they are a relentless driving force in the ever-evolving world of electronic dance music.
Cyber Bloom, with their large-than-life approach, are standard bearers for a futuristic musical direction. Word to the wise, though - perhaps it's best to buckle up before you put on your headphones, because as those basslines drop, there's every chance you'll be propelled towards some sort of otherworldly audial adventure. Don't say we didn't warn you.
Bassline Skillz
Cyber Bloom
Remember kids all DJs are double agents
A cool bassline resuscitates a patient
So you're a beginner and you want be a winner
Well slap some mustard on my buns and call me a wiener
Just hang on tight and remember this advice
If you're heating up the scene then pretend you're cool as ice
Don't need to have a big bag of tricks
When you only really need three basic tips so c'mon
Like this (Come on come on come on) And like that
(Suckers never play by the rules)
Like this and like that (Incredible fantastic wonderful)
And say (We are the robots)
Say what?
(Say ho ho ho ho ho)
One more time for your mind go
My supercomputer with my super producers
And all my time traveling dimension benders
They can tell you about skills when mine are spenters
Because they come from different places
And they're masters at their traces
But you can keep it simple rappers start to do as a sample
(Harlem city) They do it like this
(We are the robots) They do it like this
(We are the robots) They do it like this
Like this
CREDITS
Performer: Cyber Bloom
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Season's Closure
Aria Collins
Verified Artist
Aria Collins
When the orb of the music industry introduces another jewel into its glittering galaxy, it isn't often you come across a gem like Aria Collins – an "Alternative" genre artist painting our auditory landscape with hues of hope. The artist who owns the spotlight of the Season’s Closure single is notorious for her upbeat, hopeful aura which she insists on weaving into all her melodies.
Collins hails from a cacophonic family of eight, each deciphering their own tune in the bustling soundscape of Las Vegas. It’s in this familial symphony that she picked up her love for music. Accidentally grabbing her brother’s guitar instead of the fireplace poker one winter, a flicker of rhythm flowed through her. Half a strum in, and Aria knew how to summon the smoky, soulful voice that would encapsulate her entire musical career. They always say art comes from chaos. With seven siblings, Aria had plenty to tap into.
Collins is as unpredictable as a shuffling playlist; the appealing paradox of straying from the status quo, yet seamlessly syncing with her audience's vibe. Expect everything from thought-provoking lyrics, a platter of chaotic, raw emotion delivered with such polish, it'll make the silver spoon look like a teaspoon. And dare we mention, her humor dances on the fine line between I-can't-breathe-laughing and appalling. She once staged a mini concert on a hitchhiker’s bus ride only to end it with a dramatic pantomime of “tactical falling”, much to the intrigue of the passengers. Aria Collins, ladies and gentlemen, a small package carrying a vast musical universe within her, promising a journey you won’t forget.
Season's Closure
Aria Collins
I found you out on the shoreline
While waitin' for the undertow
A whisper of the divine
A map to take me home
Hotter than the summer air
We tore our nights apart
Tanglin' our toes
Sun in our head
Ooh
You had my heart
Then the 34 North wind came
Coast had somethin' unsettling to say
Suddenly sun-touched skin was so cold on mine
And then I lost you to time
Even hotter than the summer air
We tore our nights apart
Tanglin' our toes
Sun in our head
You had my heart
And in those moments
I knew
That it wouldn't last long
But you did
Too
And now my nighttimes sing this song (It goes)
"So hot" ("Hot" is how we both said "hello")
Hotter than the summer air
(A night a kiiism the first time our lips touched in the mellow)
We tore our nights apart
(A funny ha-ha when I laughed so hard at your nostrils'
Twitch-twitch-twitch in and out like while out on Caddy's estuvo swim)
Tanglin' our toes
Sun in our head
(We planned for no okay-vacation)
You had my heart
(We unplugged where the sun always shone)
CREDITS
Performer: Aria Collins
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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La Sabiduria Callej...
Dos Latinos
Verified Artist
Dos Latinos
Dos Latinos is a flamenco-tango ensemble built around the commanding voice of a seasoned female singer whose delivery carries equal parts grit, humour, and hard-earned grace. Their sound brings together cante hondo intensity, nylon-string rasgueado, bandoneon accents, upright bass, and piano montuno, creating music that feels rooted in both Andalusian tradition and the late-night pulse of Buenos Aires.
Recorded with warm tape saturation and natural room bleed, the group favours the energy of musicians performing together over polished perfection. Palmas handclaps, brushed snare, and a swinging 6/8 groove give their songs a strong physical momentum, while the vocals remain direct and emotionally unguarded. Every arrangement balances elegance with a rough-edged, street-level character.
Their first release, “La Sabiduría Callejera,” captures the heart of Dos Latinos: bittersweet resilience, sharp observation, and the belief that experience can be turned into celebration. It is music for people who have lost, learned, laughed, and kept dancing—carrying old stories forward with pride, rhythm, and unmistakable spirit.
La Sabiduria Callejera (2026 version)
Dos Latinos
No hay pupitre ni pizarra mi clase es la ciudad
Cada esquina un maestro cada calle una verdad
Aprendí de los fracasos de la escuela de intentar
Mis diplomas son las cicatrices que el tiempo no borrará
No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico
Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero
Mis compañeros son los sueños mi tarea la realidad
Cada día una página nueva lista para comenzar
En las plazas hallé libros que no se pueden cerrar
En los ojos de la gente historias que enseñan a amar
No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico
Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero
Entre sombras aprendí a encontrar la luz
La resiliencia es mi curso la esperanza mi cruz
Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero
Cierro los ojos siento el viento cada susurro una lección
En el gran libro de la vida escribo mi propia canción
CREDITS
Performer: Dos Latinos
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Folded into You
This Machine Dreams
Folded into You
This Machine Dreams
CREDITS
Performer: This Machine Dreams
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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What’s It Made Of?
LYA
Verified Artist
LYA
“If it doesn’t ask questions, it’s not music.”
LYA (pronounced “Lie-uh”) is a genre-defying artist from Berlin whose roots stretch from conservatory string quartets to the depths of fog-drenched warehouse raves. A classically trained violinist who once performed Vivaldi at age nine, she left formal music behind in her early 20s to pursue something more fractured, more real. What emerged was a sound as delicate as it is defiant—where harpsichords coexist with 2-step beats, and questions matter more than answers.
Her music exists in a liminal zone: somewhere between dance and disassociation, pop and poetry, cathedral and club. LYA often weaves spoken-word passages into her songs, transforming internal monologues into melodic mantras. Vocals—sometimes her own, sometimes spliced and AI-shifted—glide over textured layers of cello, muted synths, and ambient distortion. Think: if Imogen Heap grew up listening to Burial and wrote haikus in code.
LYA’s debut EP “Syntax of Sleep” was a quiet cult success among insomniac circles on Bandcamp, praised for its “introspective maximalism.” Her live sets, often accompanied by generative visuals and interactive lighting that reacts to audience movement, blur the line between concert and hallucination. She isn’t afraid of silence, nor of noise. Both, to her, are forms of rhythm.
LYA doesn’t write songs to explain. She writes them to wonder. “What’s It Made Of?”—her latest single via notfm—isn’t just a title. It’s a dare. A whisper in the hallway between thoughts. A reminder that meaning isn’t always the point.
What’s It Made Of?
LYA
Woke up in a sentence I don’t remember writing
(uhhh)
My name’s on the wall
but it’s spelled with a “Y” now
weird
I tried to fold the sunlight into thirds
but it keeps leaking through the creases
Like—
was that ever the point?
(Hey!)
Did we name the silence just to fill it?
A blue cup a red sock a key with no lock
Mom said dreams don’t rot
but I found mold on the corners of mine
(yeah uh-huh)
What’s it made of?
(Lie?)
What’s it made oooooof?
Is this glass or just slow ice?
(what’s the—yeah)
If I bite it will it crack or cry?
(Haha—cry?)
I asked the mirror but she blinked
Twice
My coat is full of exit signs
but none of them point north
I sleep in the hallway between thoughts—
and that’s fine
Or it was
(Was it?)
Someone keeps leaving me notes
in a handwriting I don't remember learning
“Simplify”
“Unwind”
“Don't trust the tulips”
What’s it made of?!
(don’t tell me it’s hope again)
What’s it maaaade of?!
If it’s love why’s it shaped like a chair leg?
If it’s truth
why does it taste like batteries?
Whoa whoa—
Don’t go there
Not now
(NOT NOW!)
CREDITS
Performer: LYA
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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HOT TRACK
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
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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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Parle Moins (feat M...
Kessy
Verified Artist
Kessy
Kessy is a France-born artist with African roots, shaped by a sound environment that blends urban pop, Afro-influenced rhythms and understated confidence. Raised between cultures, her music reflects a calm but assertive attitude, focusing on presence rather than excess. She is known for her controlled vocal delivery, minimal phrasing and lyrics that draw clear boundaries without dramatization.
With Parle Moins, Kessy joins forces with Malik Joon, whose sharp, rhythm-focused vocal style adds a contrasting edge to the track. Their collaboration is built on balance: restraint over intensity, clarity over noise. The song captures a modern, radio-friendly Afro-pop aesthetic while keeping a cool, grounded tone.
This release marks their meeting point on Filodyo and NOT FM, where both artists come together through a shared approach to contemporary sound and modern production values. Parle Moins stands as a confident introduction to Kessy’s artistic direction: direct, composed and unmistakably current.
Parle Moins (feat Malik Joon)
Kessy
Ouais
Hmm
Parle moins
Tu parles trop tu dis rien
Toujours sûr jamais clair
Tu me regardes de loin
Comme si j’étais à refaire
Tu dis “viens” tu dis “reste”
Mais tu sais pas pourquoi
Moi je lis dans les gestes
Pas dans ce que tu crois
J’ai pas besoin d’expliquer
Je me vois très bien sans toi
Si tu viens pour improviser
Autant rester là-bas
Parle moins regarde mieux
J’ai déjà compris le décor
Parle moins regarde mieux
J’attends pas que tu sois fort
Parle moins regarde mieux
Je perds pas mon équilibre
Parle moins regarde mieux
Je suis calme je suis libre
Tu veux suivre mon tempo
Mais tu marches à côté
Chez moi tout est simple
Faut savoir rester vrai
T’as appris à parler vite
À promettre sans voir
Mais moi je coupe le son
Quand ça sonne trop noir
Yeah
J’arrive clean sans détour
J’fais pas l’acteur dans le jour
Trop de bruit pour peu d’idées
Moi j’avance pas besoin d’jouer
Elle sait lire entre les lignes
Moi j’dis moins j’fais plus
Si tu veux rester dans le film
Faut être réel pas flou
Parle moins regarde mieux
J’ai déjà compris le décor
Parle moins regarde mieux
J’attends pas que tu sois fort
Parle moins regarde mieux
Je perds pas mon équilibre
Parle moins regarde mieux
Je suis calme je suis libre
Ouais
Parle moins
C’est mieux comme ça
CREDITS
Performer: Kessy
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Hope Is Glitter
Lyra Luxx
Verified Artist
Lyra Luxx
Lyra Luxx, the eternal songbird of California, hails from a unique lineage of performers and artistic savants. A vibrant fount of melodies, with a story as colorful as her repertoire, Luxx's journey toward musical prominence took root in the sunny courtyards of Laguna Beach High School (LBHS). Here, amidst the bustling crowd of students and the cacophony of crashing lockers, Lyra carved out a refuge with her schoolmates in an all-girl band. The only remaining member from that original lineup, Luxx had an added feather in her high school cap, holding the esteemed position of a cheerleader. Who else, after all, could champion the school spirit better than the musical prodigy herself?
With a name as resplendent as ‘Lyra Luxx,’ you might expect a pivotal star moment or a dramatic twist. In a plot worthy of a Broadway production, her golden opportunity struck beneath the glaring halogens and amidst the simulated fog of LBHS’s annual talent extravaganza. The only thing missing was a superhero cape as she delivered an iconic rendition of her now famous single, "My Happy Song". The ensuing applause could have rivaled any seismic activity in California, thus turning a new page in her journey. Today, Luxx is recognized far beyond the confines of LBHS, solidifying her star status with each melodious offering. And as for that erstwhile all-girls band? It exists now only in memory, as a significant stepping stone in the rise and rise of Lyra Luxx, California's own glamorous diva. But remember folks, beneath all the glitter and the vocals, she remains the invincible cheerleader from Laguna Beach High School. Go, team!
Hope Is Glitter
Lyra Luxx
shadows falling all around me
can’t see the stars through cloudy nights
been searching for a ray of sunshine
something to make everything alright
but i know i know i know
there’s a light that never fades
and i feel i feel i feel
better days are on their way
hope is glitter in the darkness (sparkle!)
shining when you least expect (oh yeah!)
like diamonds scattered through the universe (uni-verse!)
reminding me i’m not done yet (keep going!)
when i’m falling when i’m breaking (whoa!)
when i think i’ve lost my way (no way!)
hope is glitter in the darkness (shine on!)
guiding me to brighter days (ay-ay!)
sometimes i think i can’t continue
the weight is more than i can bear
then i remember all the reasons
to push through pain and still care
‘cause i know i know i know
there’s a strength inside that grows
and i feel i feel i feel
a fire that still glows
hope is glitter in the darkness (light it up!)
shining when you least expect (surprise!)
like diamonds scattered through the universe (stardust!)
reminding me i’m not done yet (never quit!)
when i’m falling when i’m breaking (hold on!)
when i think i’ve lost my way (find it!)
hope is glitter in the darkness (glimmer!)
guiding me to brighter days (so bright!)
even in my darkest hour
i can feel that power
sparkling shimmering
glittering delivering
the promise of tomorrow
breaking through my sorrow
when i’m falling when i’m breaking (rising!)
when i think i’ve lost my way (new path!)
hope is glitter in the darkness (twinkle!)
guiding me to brighter days (yes way!)
sparkle shine believe
glitter through the night
hope will always be
your guiding light
CREDITS
Performer: Lyra Luxx
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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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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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