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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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Small Parts Of A Life
Minor Museum
Verified Artist
Minor Museum
Coming from the city renowned for its artistic heritage and atmospheric canals, Amsterdam's very own dance duo, Minor Museum, is stitching the 'dance' in windswept tulip dances. A peculiar mashup of a coding whizz and an astute accountant, their paths crossed in a city awash with creativity, where they started to craft their celebratory anthems.
These audacious lads prove there's a splash of quirkiness in everyone - even in number-crunching accountants and binary code aficionados. Plug into their latest riff on the dance genre, the vibrant tune 'Small Parts Of A Life', and it can't help but be a day brightener, providing that happy fix faster than a Dutchman can cycle into a headwind.
In the grand tradition of long summer days by the North Sea, their music fosters a joyful dynamism, reminiscent of the old city's vibrancy and hues at twilight. The Minor Museum experience is akin to taking a ride in a rickety Amsterdam canal boat - feel-good bobbing with a dash of exhilaration, minus the water sprays.
Allow the men of Minor Museum to reel you in; after all, what's life without those precious ‘small parts’ tracked through infectious beats? In the end, it's all about adding the grooves between the historical facts and tax returns, isn't it?
Small Parts Of A Life
Minor Museum
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
I keep them
I lose them
I try
A room
A chair
A photograph there
A train
A face
A wrong suitcase
You said
Be careful
I said
Of what?
The door was open
The clock had stopped
I remember the street
But I don’t remember the name
I remember your coat
But I don’t remember the rain
Little things
Little signs
Little cuts
In the time
I was almost someone
I was almost fine
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
Small parts
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
La-la-life
La-la-life
I repeat it
I repeat it
A call
No sound
A hotel downtown
A shirt
A lie
A very blue sky
You smiled
Too late
I missed my fate
The lift went up
I stayed at eight
I remember the song
But I don’t remember the band
I remember your mouth
But I don’t remember your hand
Little rooms
Little lights
Little debts
Little nights
I was almost happy
I was almost right
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
This is not sadness
This is inventory
One ticket
One number
One glass
One morning
This is not memory
This is machinery
I press play
I press stop
I press repeat
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Small parts
La-la-life
La-la-life
I repeat it
I repeat it
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
A room
A chair
A photograph there
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
CREDITS
Performer: Minor Museum
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Cooler Than My Tears
Miles Rennick
Verified Artist
Miles Rennick
Miles Rennick is an electro-pop singer and songwriter whose music blends playful irony with slick, club-ready production. With a cheeky, half-sung and half-spoken vocal style, he brings a unique personality to the modern indie-pop scene.
His debut track “Cooler Than My Tears” captures this spirit perfectly — a quirky yet infectious anthem built on groovy basslines, crisp synth riffs, and a sarcastic lyrical edge. Both tongue-in-cheek and danceable, the track reflects Rennick’s ability to turn irony into a hook.
Dedicated to staying independent and unconventional, Miles Rennick has chosen to release his music exclusively through Filodyo and NOT FM, highlighting his close collaboration with platforms that value originality and artistic freedom.
Cooler Than My Tears
Miles Rennick
(ha!)
The lock is broken doors swing wide
No more shadows I need to hide
Your perfume fades on an empty shelf
I found a mirror I found myself
Every promise was a borrowed flame
Now I walk and forget your name (uhh)
Chains fall silent on the floor
Wings I never used before
Every breath tastes sharp and new
Every step pulls me through (yeah ha!)
I’m alive I’m alive (woo!)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ha!)
Your love was a painted game
Now the echoes fade from me (na-na)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (uhh)
Empty glass on the wooden rail
Stories sink but my ship will sail
Every memory’s a paper boat
Drifting far till it can’t float (yeah)
Chains fall silent on the floor
Wings I never used before
Every breath tastes sharp and new
Every step pulls me through (woo!)
I’m alive I’m alive (say it loud)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ohhh)
Your love was a painted game
Now the silence sings with me (yeah yeah)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (hah!)
You thought I’d break…
But I’m stronger than the storm
I’m running past the past
And it will never find me again (mmm)
I’m alive I’m alive (uhh woo!)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ha!)
Your love was a painted game
Now the silence sings with me (na-na-na)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (yeah yeah yeah)
(ha!)
Cooler than the tears I cried…
Cooler than the tears I cried
CREDITS
Performer: Miles Rennick
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Unbreakable Rhythm
Amanda Lear
Verified Artist
Amanda Lear
Say 'Hallå' to Amanda Lear, the queen of dance beats hailing from Stockholm, Sweden. With her infectiously happy tunes and unapologetic love for the dance genre, she's made Swedes pause their ABBA records to tune in to her vibe.
Now, some musicians find their inspiration in love, others in heartbreak, but for Amanda, it's all in the meatballs. Yes, that's right, she swears by a hearty bowl of traditional Swedish meatballs before any recording session. She credits this peculiar routine for the untamed joy that bubbles up in songs like her renowned hit, "Unbreakable Rhythm".
As you listen to the exhuberant rhythms of Amanda's music, brace yourself. It's not just the catchy hooks that will make you tap your feet and bob your head, it's the incredibly positive energy that leaves you smiling, no matter what kind of day you've had. So, whether you're kick-starting a boujee house party or enduring a soul-draining commute, Amanda Lear has the tunes to keep your spirits up, your feet moving, and - for lack of a better word - the 'rytm' unbreakable.
Unbreakable Rhythm
Amanda Lear
Woke up in the shadow of night
Gotta keep my head up high
No tears no sign of fright
Underneath this endless sky
Facing battles with a smile
Every mile makes me wise
Every step takes a while
But I’ll soar above the lies
I am strong and unbreakable
Life’s a dance unshakable
Feel the beat I'm unchained
In this game I’ve remained
Through the storm and the rain
I found myself again
Not a moment spent in vain
I dance away the pain
I am strong and unbreakable
Life’s a dance unshakable
Feel the beat I'm unchained
In this game I’ve remained
Every heartbeat a new dawn
Mind so fierce moving on
I won’t break I won’t fall
Through it all I stand tall
CREDITS
Performer: Amanda Lear
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Iron Thread
Motion Static
Iron Thread
Motion Static
CREDITS
Performer: Motion Static
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Les Petites Choses ...
Mina Cazal
Verified Artist
Mina Cazal
Mina Cazal is a French pop singer and songwriter known for turning ordinary days into sharply observed little stories. Her songs move through missed buses, supermarket queues, unfinished conversations and small domestic disasters, finding humor in moments most people barely notice. Instead of writing about perfect romances or dramatic escapes, she focuses on the strange comedy of simply getting through the day.
Raised between Lyon and the southern town of Sète, Mina grew up around theatre rehearsals, second-hand records and long family dinners where everyone spoke at once. She began writing songs as miniature scenes, combining conversational French lyrics with bright basslines, playful keyboards and understated dance-pop rhythms. Her vocal style is expressive and intimate, often shifting between singing, speaking and half-smiling observations.
Her music feels polished but never overly controlled. Beneath the cheerful arrangements, there is always a trace of fatigue, doubt or quiet affection for imperfect people. Mina Cazal writes pop songs for listeners who lose their keys, forget why they entered a shop and still manage to make something memorable out of the day.
Les Petites Choses de Travers
Mina Cazal
Sept heures douze le réveil insiste
Je négocie encore quatre minutes
Le chat me regarde comme une huissière
Il connaît déjà toutes mes excuses
Une chaussette noire une chaussette bleue
Je déclare que c’est volontaire
Le pain a brûlé pendant que je lisais
Un message marqué « très prioritaire »
Dans l’ascenseur Madame Lefèvre
Me raconte son ficus malade
Je hoche la tête avec gravité
Comme une spécialiste des salades
J’avais prévu d’être impeccable
Organisée presque admirable
Mais le mardi connaît mon adresse
Et vient toujours semer le désordre
La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un bus raté des pâtes trop cuites
Un grand discours dans ma tête
Puis « oui bien sûr » quand on m’invite
La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Mais franchement tant mieux peut-être
Je perds mes clés je gagne une histoire
Et ça suffit pour tenir debout
À dix heures trente réunion d’équipe
Quelqu’un partage trente-six tableaux
Je dessine un poisson sur mon carnet
Il a l’air plus compétent que nous
À midi Sonia commande léger
Puis vole la moitié de mes frites
Elle dit : « Ça ne compte pas vraiment
Quand ça vient de l’assiette d’une copine »
Le serveur oublie mon dessert
Je décide que c’est philosophique
Certaines choses arrivent en retard
D’autres jamais et c’est très pratique
J’avais prévu d’être raisonnable
De répondre vite d’être joignable
Mais mon téléphone tombe à trois pour cent
Et soudain le monde se débrouille
La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un bus raté des pâtes trop cuites
Un grand discours dans ma tête
Puis « oui bien sûr » quand on m’invite
La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Mais franchement tant mieux peut-être
Je perds mes clés je gagne une histoire
Et ça suffit pour tenir debout
Dix-neuf heures six petite supérette
Je prends du lait des tomates du savon
Je repars avec un ananas
Et sans aucune explication
Le caissier demande si j’ai la carte
Je réponds oui puis cherche longtemps
Derrière moi personne ne soupire
C’est probablement un miracle local
Chez moi je cuisine en musique
Le chat refuse toute participation
Je mange debout près de l’évier
Comme une reine sans administration
On nous apprend les grandes décisions
Les beaux départs les lendemains utiles
Mais personne ne parle assez souvent
Du bonheur discret d’annuler un dîner
D’enlever ses chaussures trop tôt
De rire seule pour une phrase idiote
De trouver au fond d’un vieux sac
Le bonbon qu’on croyait disparu
La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un rendez-vous puis une autre route
Une mauvaise journée bien racontée
Devient presque une journée réussie
La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Et c’est peut-être tout son talent
Je ferme les volets je laisse la vaisselle
Demain fera mieux… ou différemment
Minuit vingt-deux le réveil est prêt
Je promets d’être sérieuse demain
Le chat me regarde sans rien dire
Il connaît déjà très bien la fin
CREDITS
Performer: Mina Cazal
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Halfway Honest
Rowan Grey
Verified Artist
Rowan Grey
Rowan Grey is an alternative R&B pop singer whose work resonates with emotional authenticity and sonic warmth. Known for his close-miked vocal style, Rowan's agile phrasing and subtle falsetto add layers of complexity to his music. His track "Halfway Honest" exemplifies his unique ability to weave together minimal Rhodes chords, rounded bass lines, and delicate nylon guitar details while incorporating subtle electronic textures that create a rich listening experience.
The themes of trust and honesty run deeply through Rowan's songwriting. He explores the bittersweet nature of relationships, balancing moments of vulnerability with hints of hopefulness amid sadness. Each track he releases invites listeners into an intimate space where they can reflect on their own experiences, making his music relatable and profound. The emotionally charged lyrics paired with minimalist production allow Rowan's voice to shine, creating a connection that lingers long after the music fades.
Collaborating with producer Hakan E., Rowan has carved out a distinctive sound marked by its lush instrumentation and poignant storytelling. His catalog, though still blossoming, reflects a commitment to crafting songs that speak to the human experience, engaging with feelings that are often left unspoken. As he continues to develop his artistry, Rowan Grey aims to leave an indelible mark on the independent music scene, inviting audiences to join him on this heartfelt exploration of life and love.
Halfway Honest
Rowan Grey
I told you enough to calm your doubt
Left every harder detail out
Called it mercy called it care
But truth with holes is still unfair
You read my face before my words
Knew every answer had been curved
I kept the facts at arm's length
Then watched that distance take our strength
I cannot ask for trust again
Without admitting where I bent
I was halfway honest
That means halfway gone
I gave you selected pieces
Then asked you to hold on
I was halfway honest
You deserved the whole
No more careful versions
No more edited soul
I made excuses sound so clean
Kept my fault behind a screen
Said I wanted us to heal
While I hid what you could feel
You never asked for perfect proof
Only one complete hard truth
So here it is without defense
I broke our bond with half events
I cannot ask for trust again
Without admitting where I bent
I was halfway honest
That means halfway gone
I gave you selected pieces
Then asked you to hold on
I was halfway honest
You deserved the whole
No more careful versions
No more edited soul
If you leave I understand
If you stay I change my stand
Either way this much is true
I will not hide myself from you
I was halfway honest
That means halfway gone
I gave you selected pieces
Then asked you to hold on
I was halfway honest
You deserved the whole
Now you get the full truth
No more edited soul
CREDITS
Performer: Rowan Grey
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Memory Lane
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.
Memory Lane
Nico Laurent
This town is no stranger to me
No new pastures
Just better pasture memories
Human nature calling my name
Lights goin' out faster than 747's
Summers are colder now
Air feels dangerous
Small town stranger for now
Russian doll suitcase says one thing
That a lifetime of memories could never bring
They say she don't have much
You need weight to float things
Car's filling up
One thing she entertains
Swimmin' in Godlight
Floating down memory lane
Maps and posters
Letters from interstate
She gathers and disseminates
Board her plane
She watches her past
Nothing's meant to last
Russian doll suitcase says one thing
That a lifetime of memories could never bring
CREDITS
Performer: Nico Laurent
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Runnin' Wild
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.
Runnin' Wild
The Syrphids
The swing creaks in the yard long since rusted down
We raced the wind 'til the sun hit the ground
The world was small but it felt so wide
Every secret path we would try to hide
Those days they fade but linger still
Like echoes soft behind the hill
We were runnin' wild barefoot in the rain
No thought of tomorrow no sense of the pain
Laughter in the distance calling our names
Time moved slow but it slipped away
The treehouse crumbled the paint peeled thin
But we climbed it high just to feel the wind
We told ourselves we’d never leave
But dreams grow up just like the trees
Those days they fade but linger still
Like echoes soft behind the hill
We were runnin' wild barefoot in the rain
No thought of tomorrow no sense of the pain
Laughter in the distance calling our names
Time moved slow but it slipped away
The road ahead is paved with change
But those roots they still remain
The swing creaks in the yard but we’ve moved on
Still hear the laughter though the days are gone
CREDITS
Performer: The Syrphids
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Locked In
Nari West
CREDITS
Performer: Nari West
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Falling Faster
Lucas Hale
Verified Artist
Lucas Hale
Born and raised in Amsterdam, Lucas Hale is a rising singer-songwriter blending modern pop with cinematic, atmospheric sounds. His passion for music started early, but it wasn’t until he moved to Prague for university that he truly embraced his artistry. While studying digital media, Lucas spent nights crafting melodies in his dorm room and performing at underground venues across the city.
Aside from music, Lucas also works as a model, bringing his sharp features and effortless style to fashion campaigns across Europe. His debut single, Falling Faster, captures the electrifying rush of youthful adventure, blending deep beats with haunting melodies. With a voice that carries both power and emotion, Lucas Hale is an artist on the verge of something big.
Falling Faster
Lucas Hale
Midnight air hums with static desire
Footsteps dance on asphalt fire
Silent glances spark a chain
A gravity we can't explain
Running where the skyline fades
Hearts collide like crashing waves
Every second pulls us in
No return no where no when
Falling faster losing sight
Through the noise we burn alive
No illusions no escape
Just the thrill we recreate
Veins are charged like city wires
Fingertips trace maps of fire
No one else can feel this way
Lost in time but we won’t stay
Running where the skyline fades
Hearts collide like crashing waves
Every second pulls us in
No return no where no when
Falling faster losing sight
Through the noise we burn alive
No illusions no escape
Just the thrill we recreate
No rewind no slowing down
We are sparks in restless towns
One last breath one last dive
This is what it means to thrive
Silent echoes fading trails
Chasing something leaving tales
CREDITS
Performer: Lucas Hale
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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