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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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Te Llevas Todo
Mateo Blanco
Verified Artist
Mateo Blanco
Mateo Blanco, hailing from the vibrant streets of Copenhagen, infuses his Latin roots with a contemporary pop sensibility, creating an enchanting soundscape that resonates with both nostalgia and romance. His latest track, "Te Llevas Todo," captures the bittersweet essence of love lost, with lyrics that evoke the lingering echoes of someone who has walked away. Mateo’s emotive vocal style draws listeners into his world, where playful melodies intertwine with heartfelt themes. Growing up amidst the dynamic club culture of Copenhagen, he found inspiration in the rhythmic beats and expressive energy of the local scene, shaping his artistic identity as a solo artist.
With a catalog that moves fluidly between moods and styles, each song tells a story that reflects Mateo's personal experiences and observations. Tracks like “Sombra de Tí” and “La Luz en Mis Ojos” delve into similar emotional landscapes, balancing playful exuberance with deeper romantic introspections. As Mateo continues to explore these themes, his music acts as a tapestry woven from both lighthearted moments and poignant reflections of love and loss, inviting listeners to journey alongside him through each intimate narrative.
Te Llevas Todo
Mateo Blanco
Cada vez que te vas
algo de mí también se va
Te vi cerrar la puerta sin mirar atrás
Llevabas tus pasos y mi paz
Ni una palabra ni un por qué
Solo el sonido de lo que ya no fue
Y yo me quedo con el eco de tu voz
Como si el silencio fuera feroz
Te llevas todo mi luz mi fe
Mis madrugadas y mi café
El ritmo lento de mi canción
Y hasta el aire de mi habitación
Te llevas todo sin preguntar
Y yo me quedo sin respirar
Tus fotos siguen en la pared
Pero tu sombra ya no es fiel
Tu perfume flota en el salón
Como un fantasma de mi ilusión
No sé si vas a regresar
Pero yo no sé olvidar
Te llevas todo mi luz mi fe
Mis madrugadas y mi café
El ritmo lento de mi canción
Y hasta el aire de mi habitación
Te llevas todo sin preguntar
Y yo me quedo sin respirar
No dejaste notas ni un final
Solo un vacío tan brutal
Y aunque no quiero suplicar…
mi alma aún te va a llamar
Te llevas todo y lo sabes bien
Hasta el pedazo que era también
Te llevas todo mi amor mi bien
Y yo me pierdo en tu desdén
CREDITS
Performer: Mateo Blanco
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Tuesday Night Code
Fever Pilots
Verified Artist
Fever Pilots
Meet the Fever Pilots, a dynamic pop duo with a penchant for the unconventional, a self-styled outfit carving an adventurous path in the frenetic heart of the UK music scene. Their sound, a sonic cocktail soaked in audacious innovation and spice, attracts as much as it defies description.
Forged in the industrial heat and flames of Birmingham, these two troubadours took the raw materials of their working-class background and fashioned them into a sonic boom. They're a hard-edged, heavy beat force, punctuated with lighthearted lyrics echoing the humdrum of everyday life, yet imbuing it with a shimmering musical alchemy. Artists? Yes, but these guys are more like mad scientists toiling away in a pop lab, conjuring up infectious tunes.
Their track "Tuesday Night Code" deserves more than a footnote here. Imagine the most vivid dream you've ever had, now combine that with a chorus catchier than a fisherman's hook and you've got the gist of it. It's a song that fills every corner with a tumbling digital soundscape and hooks a plenty. Bottom line: Fever Pilots aren't just on auto-pilot, they're aiming for the stratosphere and we ought to be strapping in for the ride!
Tuesday Night Code
Fever Pilots
[Intro]
(Ooh)
Yeah yeah
Uh-huh
Look at that
Look at that
You said forever on a Tuesday night
By Thursday you were outta sight
Had your name all over my screen
Now it’s just a memory machine
Funny how the silence got loud
Funny how you’re nowhere around
Used to know the code to my heart
Now you couldn’t find where to start
I was waitin’ by the telephone
Every little buzz had me gone
Now I let it ring all night long
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Saw your picture through a friend’s friend’s post
Thought I’d feel somethin’ almost
But the room kept spinnin’ just fine
Guess the sun still knows how to shine
Every promise got a price tag now
Every “sorry” sounds the same somehow
You can send another late-night text
But I ain’t the one that’s next
I was waitin’ by the telephone
Every little buzz had me gone
Now I let it ring all night long
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Na-na-na
Look who’s lonely now
Na-na-na
Tryna figure it out
Ha!
That’s funny somehow
[Final Chorus]
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Yeah yeah
Too late now
(Ooh)
You can’t call me back… 🎵
CREDITS
Performer: Fever Pilots
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Window Light After ...
Mara Vale
Verified Artist
Mara Vale
Mara Vale makes sleek night-drive pop with a disco pulse: live bass lines, clean rhythm guitar, warm strings, and hooks that feel lit by streetlights. Her songs balance playful movement with a bittersweet city glow, built for listeners who want groove, melody, and a little electricity under the skin.
Her sound sits between classic dance-floor craft and modern pop polish, with soulful female vocals carrying stories of late buses, rooftop coffee, open city windows, and small moments that suddenly feel cinematic. Mara Vale keeps the arrangements bright and human: tight drums, handclaps, piano stabs, and choruses designed to move without turning into a cliché.
Window Light After Eight
Mara Vale
The shutters lean half-open
On a street rinsed clean by rain
A receipt curls in my pocket
Like it wants to speak your name
Glass shelves hold the evening
Silver bracelets folded blue
Someone laughs by the mirrors
Then the echo thins to two
I keep the counter glowing
Soft enough to let you stay
Every little hour slows down
When the day unpins its gray
Window light after eight
Moves across the polished floor
Nothing loud nothing late
Just the bell above the door
If you come in from the weather
With your collar turned against the air
I'll be humming with the register
Like I knew you'd find me there
Elevator doors are breathing
In the mall across the square
Mannequins wear patient faces
Under amber fitting-room glare
There is music in the hangers
When they slide along the rail
Tiny moons in every button
Tiny ships in every sale
I keep the counter glowing
Soft enough to let you stay
Every little hour slows down
When the day unpins its gray
Window light after eight
Moves across the polished floor
Nothing loud nothing late
Just the bell above the door
If you come in from the weather
With your collar turned against the air
I'll be humming with the register
Like I knew you'd find me there
We don't have to call it waiting
We can call it closing slow
Let the streetlights choose the colors
Let the last few customers go
Window light after eight
A quiet gold along the door
Nothing loud nothing late
Just a rhythm asking for more
If you come in from the weather
With your collar turned against the air
I'll be humming with the register
Like I knew you'd find me there
CREDITS
Performer: Mara Vale
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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No Turning Back
Breathing Syntax
No Turning Back
Breathing Syntax
Wake up — the clock won’t wait
Tie your shoes shift the weight
Mirror’s not your enemy
It’s the version you refuse to be
You’ve got fire in your legs
Steel in your breath
Wipe the doubt off your face
This is your test
No turning back
You’ve made it this far
Every step’s a strike
Every scar’s a star
No turning back
No room for “might”
You don’t need luck
You are the fight
Every wall is just a bluff
It shakes when you get tough
Every “no” you ever heard
Is a fuel you never burned
Keep going
Keep going
Keep going
No turning back
You write the map
Built from sweat
No room for “slack”
No turning back
You’ve come too far
You don’t need signs
You are the spark
CREDITS
Performer: Breathing Syntax
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Silver Static
Meya Roan
CREDITS
Performer: Meya Roan
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Right Here
Aren Vox
Right Here
Aren Vox
Two feet down
Breath comes clean
No map needed
I know this scene
Clock ticks but I don’t flinch
I’m not measuring not a pinch
This is the taste I never caught
Now it’s mine — like it or not
No rewind no design
I’m not late — this is mine
Right here
Where I land feels good
Right here
Not misunderstood
No need to run
No need to steer
I’ve waited long enough
I’m right here
I’ve walked straight through too many signs
Wrote my name between the lines
Didn’t climb didn’t crawl
Just stood still and watched it all
No detours
No disguise
I’m not looking
It’s all in my eyes
Right here
Where I land feels good
Right here
Not misunderstood
No need to run
No need to steer
I’ve waited long enough
I’m right here
Not hoping
Not drifting
Just holding
What’s lifting
Right here
And I finally know
Right here
Is enough to show
I don’t rewind
I don’t defer
I’m not escaping
I’m right here
CREDITS
Performer: Aren Vox
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Disco Machiavelli (...
Herr Casino
Verified Artist
Herr Casino
Herr Casino, the enigmatic artist from Vienna, effortlessly blends the vibrant worlds of dance, disco, and electronic pop. With an uplifting energy that resonates through tracks like "Kaiser Tempo" and "Disco Machiavelli," his music invites listeners to revel in moments of joy and hope. Each song showcases his playful vocal identity, characterized by a male voice that carries a sense of infectious enthusiasm, making his work perfect for both lively dance floors and introspective evenings.
Across his catalog, Herr Casino's tracks are united by their energetic beats and evocative themes. Songs like "Kaiser Tempo" radiate happiness and inspiration, while "Disco Machiavelli" explores deeper emotional landscapes, balancing loneliness with uplifting melodies. This duality reflects his artistic vision, where joyous dance music meets introspective storytelling, creating a rich tapestry of sound that captivates and engages listeners. Whether you're looking to dance or reflect, Herr Casino's music provides the perfect backdrop for a variety of moods and moments.
Disco Machiavelli (ft Miss Voltage)
Herr Casino
Ladies and gentlemen
From Vienna to Miami
From the palace to the party
They call him
Disco Machiavelli
Not a prince
Not a saint
Just trouble in a velvet jacket
He walks in late with a golden cane
White silk shirt and a champagne stain
Everybody knows but nobody tells
He buys bad luck and sells it well
Midnight phone no caller ID
Three black cars on a one-way street
He says “my dear don’t follow the rules”
Then disappears by the swimming pool
He’s got the city on a string
He makes the mirror wanna sing
Too much charm too much heat
Dancing like a scandal in the street
Disco Machiavelli
Oh-oh he’s ready
Heart so heavy
But the beat so steady
Disco Machiavelli
Ciao baby ciao
Everybody wants him
Nobody knows how
Machiavelli
Machiavelli
Nicht so schnell mein Freund
She met him once at the Hotel Noir
Red wine smile and a stolen car
He said “love is politics darling you’ll see”
Then left her name on the balcony
Velvet gloves dangerous plans
Kissing rings on invisible hands
He don’t dance he negotiates
With the DJ and the city gates
He’s got the night under control
Silver shoes and a borrowed soul
Too much style too much speed
Living like the headline of the week
Disco Machiavelli
Oh-oh he’s ready
Heart so heavy
But the beat so steady
Disco Machiavelli
Ciao baby ciao
Everybody wants him
Nobody knows how
Signorina
Listen carefully
Power is a dance floor
And everybody pays entry
He said it with a smile
Then he vanished in the bassline
Machiavelli
Machiavelli
Dance with the devil
But dress like heaven
Machiavelli
Machiavelli
Too much drama
Too much leather
Disco Machiavelli
Oh-oh he’s ready
Heart so heavy
But the beat so steady
Disco Machiavelli
Ciao baby ciao
Everybody wants him
Nobody knows how
Disco Machiavelli
Oh-oh he’s ready
Velvet panic
Television confetti
Disco Machiavelli
Ciao baby ciao
He was here for a minute
He’s a legend now
From Vienna to Miami
From the palace to the party
Disco Machiavelli
Ciao baby ciao
CREDITS
Performer: Herr Casino
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Question Life
The Unpaid Actors
Verified Artist
The Unpaid Actors
The Unpaid Actors is a vibrant three-member DJ group based in Berlin, known for their eclectic blend of dance, disco, and electronic sounds. The trio consists of Leo, a dynamic producer with an ear for infectious beats; Mia, a soulful vocalist who infuses their tracks with emotion; and Sam, a master of live mixing who brings the energy to their performances. They first crossed paths at a local underground party where they bonded over their shared passion for music and the art of DJing. Following that serendipitous night, they began collaborating, quickly realizing that their combined creative energies produced something special.
Their catalog, though currently featuring just one track, "Question Life," showcases a hopeful and inspirational vibe that resonates with listeners on an emotional level. The song embodies a dreamy atmosphere paired with playful and uplifting melodies, making it perfect for both intimate settings and late-night dance floors. While they are still expanding their repertoire, The Unpaid Actors have already established a signature sound characterized by sensual vocals and rhythmic grooves that invite listeners to escape into the music.
As they continue to develop their artistry, The Unpaid Actors aim to produce tracks that not only entertain but also inspire reflection and connection among audiences. Each song they create serves as an invitation to explore themes of identity and existence, echoing the essence of "Question Life." With plans for more releases in the near future, this Berlin-based trio is poised to make a significant mark on the independent music scene as they invite listeners to join them on this exciting musical journey.
Question Life
The Unpaid Actors
I wore my doubts like coins
In the coin-slot sky
Tossed them up for answers
They came back tied
My shoes on the curb
My hands in my coat
I asked the dark around me
For one clear note
And every sign
Looked back at me
Like maybe
Maybe it’s me
Question life
Question life
I keep asking why
Question life
Question life
Till the hurt goes quiet
My mother said “hold on”
My brother said “run”
My best friend laughed too hard
When I said “what’s done is done?”
The train doors opened
I stepped right in
No map in my pocket
Just a pulse and a grin
And every face
On that crowded ride
Said maybe
Maybe tonight
Question life
Question life
I keep asking why
Question life
Question life
Till the hurt goes quiet
If I don’t know
Then I don’t know
Still I’m moving
Still I’m close
To something real
Under my feet
Not all answers
Have to speak
Question life
Question life
I keep asking why
Question life
Question life
Till the hurt goes quiet
Question life
Question life
I’m alive tonight
Question life
Question life
And that’s my light
CREDITS
Performer: The Unpaid Actors
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Frame by Frame
Twin Sunsets
Frame by Frame
Twin Sunsets
CREDITS
Performer: Twin Sunsets
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Hollow Traces
DRKBLU
Hollow Traces
DRKBLU
You left without a sound
But your shadow stayed
On the walls in the air
Every word we never said
I follow the hollow traces
Through empty rooms and faded places
Can’t touch you now
But I feel you somehow
I sleep on just one side
Still making room for you
Your shirt in the drawer
Still smells like truth
I follow the hollow traces
Through empty rooms and faded places
Can’t touch you now
But I feel you somehow
You were here
You’re still here
CREDITS
Performer: DRKBLU
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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