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Time to Get Loose
Martian Mark
Verified Artist
Martian Mark
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.
Time to Get Loose
Martian Mark
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Hit the floor
Drop it low
Raise the roof
Lose control
Time to go
Take it slow
Bring it back
Give me more
No need to run
Baby
Don't be scared
The night's still young
We can dance all night
When it gets to be too much
Let the bass kick in
When you're feeling out of touch
Let the bass kick in
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Find a way
Take a chance
Turn around
Take my hand
We can go
Find a place
Move your body
Pick up the pace
No need to run
Baby
Don't be scared
The night's still young
We can dance all night
When it gets to be too much
Let the bass kick in
When you're feeling out of touch
Let the bass kick in
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
CREDITS
Performer: Martian Mark
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Keep the Receipt, S...
Dust Motel
Verified Artist
Dust Motel
Dust Motel Static began with **Marisol “Mari” Vela**, a sharp-tongued singer and baritone guitarist raised between Tucson and a small border town where her mother ran a late-night diner. **Evan Rusk**, a quiet multi-instrumentalist and obsessive arranger from Bakersfield, had spent years repairing amplifiers, collecting discarded tape machines and writing instrumental cues for films that were never made. Mari became the face and voice of the project; Evan became the person who could turn one crooked guitar phrase into an entire record.
They met after Evan’s pickup broke down outside the diner during a summer dust storm. Mari noticed the long-scale guitar case in the truck bed, borrowed the instrument before offering any help and played the same four notes until Evan began tapping a rhythm against the counter. They spent the rest of the night recording into a battered portable machine beside the diner’s ice freezer. The resulting demo carried traffic noise, a loose refrigerator panel and an argument from the kitchen, but neither of them wanted to recreate it in a cleaner studio.
Their debut single, **“Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart,”** introduces their sound through Mari’s dry, teasing delivery, Evan’s tightly controlled rhythm section and a low melodic guitar that moves somewhere between desert noir and border-town rock. The song treats a dishonest apology like a badly fitted purchase, turning an uncomfortable conversation into a compact, playful hook. It is currently their only released track, but the duo have already made their intentions clear: Dust Motel Static prefer small details, crooked humour and memorable guitar lines over polished mythology.
Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart
Dust Motel
You parked across the hydrant
Like the law had gone to lunch
Brought six supermarket daisies
Held together with a rubber band
Said “I’ve been doing lots of thinking”
With the posture of a judge
Then set one careful “sorry”
On my counter still unopened
You pressed your palm against your chest
Like cameras filled the hall
I asked for one clean answer
You gave the director’s cut
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take the whole display with you
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
Almost true almost true
Look at you improving
You said your phone had lost its manners
Your watch was running scared
Your friends had formed a committee
And voted you unprepared
Your mother took the witness stand
Your therapist was quoted
I asked “Did you sleep with her?”
You said “The wording feels loaded”
You lowered your voice an octave
That trick you save for court
I asked where you were Tuesday
You gave the weather report
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take the whole display with you
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
No don’t kneel; the floor is clean
Don’t swear on anybody’s grave
Skip the trembling lower lip
You practiced beside the valet
I’m just taking inventory:
One key two names three hotel pens
You may keep the supermarket daisies
They’ve heard the whole defense
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take your grand performance too
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
Almost true almost true
Look at you improving
“Need a bag?”
“No he came with one”
CREDITS
Performer: Dust Motel
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Light It From Within
Silas Hume
Verified Artist
Silas Hume
Silas Hume, based in the vibrant heart of Los Angeles, emerges from the shadows of a studio job crafting hits for others. His journey took a transformative turn when a demo intended for personal reflection turned into the anthem he never knew he needed. With tracks like "Light It From Within," where the playful lyrics ignite an infectious energy, Silas invites listeners to connect through upbeat melodies and relatable themes. The joyful resonance of his sound captures those moments when heartbeat and rhythm align, effortlessly drawing you into a euphoric atmosphere.
Returning to the music scene after a significant hiatus, Silas brings a fresh perspective to his catalog, which also features the uplifting track "Let It Flow." Each song radiates warmth and optimism, reflecting not only his evolution as an artist but also his desire to inspire joy in others. As he prepares to share more of his journey and emotions through powerful pop melodies, Silas Hume stands ready to light up the stage with authenticity and a renewed passion for his craft.
Light It From Within
Silas Hume
You walked in and the room woke up
Heartbeat shifting rising up
There’s a rhythm in the way you move
Pulls me forward changes the mood
Didn’t plan on feeling this vibe
But something in the moment came alive
No pressure just an easy flow
Like the night already knows
I feel a pulse lining up with mine
Every step falling right in time
You light it from within from within
Turn a quiet spark into a fire again
Every move you make pulls me in
Yeah we’re lifting lifting
You light it from within from within
Let the beat carry everything we’re feeling
If the night begins anywhere it begins
When you light it from within
You laugh and the whole floor shifts
Like the air just got a little lift
I can read you in the way you sway
Telling me there's more to say
No maps no plans to follow
Just a rhythm we borrow
Every turn feels natural now
Don’t know why don’t need to know how
I feel a pulse lining up with mine
Every step falling right in time
You light it from within from within
Turn a quiet spark into a fire again
Every move you make pulls me in
Yeah we’re lifting lifting
You light it from within from within
Let the beat carry everything we’re feeling
If the night begins anywhere it begins
When you light it from within
Maybe this is something rare
Something built on open air
If the world slows down tonight
Let it slow on this side
You light it from within from within
Turn a quiet spark into a fire again
Every move you make pulls me in
Yeah we’re lifting lifting
You light it from within from within
Let the beat carry everything we’re feeling
If the night begins anywhere it begins
When you light it from within
CREDITS
Performer: Silas Hume
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Corazón en la Calle
Zaharela B
Verified Artist
Zaharela B
Zaharela B is a vibrant Latin artist whose music radiates the energy of the dancefloor and the streets alike. Born in San Juan, Puerto Rico, and raised between the Caribbean and Miami, she blends the infectious grooves of reggaeton with the warmth of Latin pop and the bold flair of carnival rhythms. Her sound is a celebration of movement, culture, and joy—rooted in tradition yet unapologetically modern.
Her debut single, Corazón en la Calle, bursts with a reggaeton/dembow pulse, playful sound effects, and call-and-response hooks that pull listeners straight into the party. Switching effortlessly between Spanish and English, Zaharela B brings an unmistakable charisma to every lyric, making her performances feel like a shared celebration.
Available exclusively on Filodyo, Zaharela B’s music is more than just a soundtrack for dancing—it’s an invitation to let go, live in the moment, and move with the beat. With her magnetic presence and unstoppable energy, she’s poised to become a defining voice in the next wave of Latin dance music.
Corazón en la Calle
Zaharela B
Beep beep!
Vamos vamos!
Corazón en la calle woo!
Sun on the roof heat on the floor
Boots on the ground crowd wants more
Clap to the beat hips in time
Every little step feels so divine
Turn around bring it close
Hands up high let it show
Dale fuego dale ya
Move your body no se va
Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval
Drums in the air bass in my veins
Sweat in the night dance in the rain
Spin to the left slide to the right
Every little move feels like flight
Turn around bring it close
Hands up high let it show
Dale fuego dale ya
Move your body no se va
Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval
Beep beep!
Let’s go!
Clap clap!
Go low!
Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval
CREDITS
Performer: Zaharela B
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Plastic Skies & Pap...
Romi Sage
Verified Artist
Romi Sage
Romi Sage doesn't chase the spotlight — he teases it. With a smirk behind every lyric and a groove under every syllable, Romi walks the fine line between smooth and subversive. Born in Lisbon and raised between record shops and rooftop parties, he grew up idolizing the effortless cool of Prince, the rhythmic swagger of George Michael, and the punchy charm of early 2000s pop.
His voice slides — not in haste, but in style. It dances over slap basslines and syncopated guitar licks like it’s dodging commitment. Romi doesn’t just sing about love; he dissects it with irony, flirts with it, then leaves it on read. His stage presence is magnetic — not because he demands attention, but because he never asks for it.
Beneath the glam and glitter, though, there’s always a crack. That’s where Romi shines the most — in the clever melancholy, the playful ache, the smile that knows better. His performances are less about perfection, more about pulse.
Plastic Skies & Paper Towns isn’t a love song. It’s a stylish spiral — romantic delusion in disco heels. It's funk with a wink. And with Romi Sage at the mic, it’s impossible to ignore.
Plastic Skies & Paper Towns
Romi Sage
Got a signal in my toaster
Dreams leaking from my shoes
City spins like a record
But I ain’t dancing to their news
Billboards flashing answers
To the questions I ain't asked
Everyone’s got mirrors
But no one sees past the mask
They sell the future in a box
With plastic trees and ticking clocks
But I want rhythm I want roots
Not just apps in leather boots
Under plastic skies in paper towns
We keep movin’ up but we’re fallin’ down
(Oh no no)
Truth’s on mute and the beat's too loud
Still I groove through this synthetic crowd
Yeah I'm slidin’ through your static minds
Moonwalkin' past the warning signs
(Whoa-oh)
If the world’s a trip—don’t need to land
I’ll funk my way won’t play your brand
I met a monk in a mirror maze
He said “Peace comes with purple haze”
I traded coins for inner sight
But they charged me tax on neon light
Don’t feed me fear in chrome disguise
Don’t sell me dreams with barcode eyes
I ain’t your data I ain’t your plan
I’m a barefoot soul in a traffic jam
Under plastic skies in paper towns
We keep movin’ fast just to circle 'round
(Hey hey!)
Truth’s gone rogue and the beat’s profound
Still I glide through your algorithm crown
Yeah I’m rollin’ in my analog mind
Flippin’ signals they left behind
(Whoa-oh)
If the world’s a glitch I’ll funk the code
Got cosmic shoes and no fixed road
CREDITS
Performer: Romi Sage
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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The Land of No Tomo...
Marco Bellini
Verified Artist
Marco Bellini
Meet Marco Bellini, the gleaming lone star of the independent dance scene, making you forget any sorrow with his upbeat tunes. Born and raised under the swaying palm trees of Naples, Italy, Bellini crafts sonic euphoria like no other.
Our man Bellini did not find his love in the stomping grounds of Naples’ electrifying night scene. Instead, the sun-soaked streets, vibrant markets, and the rhythmic cadence of the Mediterranean waves stirred something deep. This culminated in his irresistible brainchild—"The Land of No Tomorrow"—a track so hopelessly optimistic that it made the Billboard's 'Sad Songs' list for the sheer irony.
Marco, with his deft touch, keeps it simple—'Simple is the new sexy,' he once quipped, half-twirling his pencil-thin moustache. He convinces you there's always a dance party waiting around the corner, even in a world that often sounds like a broken record. His tunes are a sonic Piña Colada—sweet, refreshing, and leaving you high on life. As Marco himself proclaims, "a tempo that resonates with the heartbeat of joy, that's my journey's end."
The Land of No Tomorrow
Marco Bellini
There's a place where I can go
When I feel the world closing in
Take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
Where no one's ever been
I know I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
And it feels like I'm falling
But you tell me I'm flying
I was feeling so low
Now you got me high
I know I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
'Cause when I am with you
There's no sadness or sorrow
I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
CREDITS
Performer: Marco Bellini
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Reloj De Arena
Dante Cobre
Verified Artist
Dante Cobre
Dante Cobre, hailing from the vibrant streets of Copenhagen, weaves a tapestry of sound that merges folk, Latin, and pop into an enchanting experience. Inspired by the rhythm of life and the emotions that weave through everyday moments, his songs often explore themes of love, longing, and the quiet complexities of human connection. With tracks like "Reloj De Arena," Dante captures both a playful energy and a deep sensuality, navigating the delicate balance between hope and introspection. His voice resonates with warmth, inviting listeners to share in his stories of unrequited love and fleeting desires.
Emerging onto the independent music scene, Dante's artistry reflects years spent honing his craft in local cafes and intimate venues, where he connected with fellow musicians who resonated with his vision. This collaborative spirit led to memorable performances across Denmark and beyond. Each song in his growing catalog is a vivid snapshot of his artistic journey—radiating positivity and inspiration while also embracing life's bittersweet moments. As he continues to evolve as an artist, Dante Cobre remains committed to creating music that not only uplifts but also sparks reflection within the listener’s heart.
Reloj De Arena
Dante Cobre
Tu nombre vibra en mi celular
No contesto por orgullo
Pero vuelvo a mirar igual
Yeah yeah
Tu nombre vibra en mi celular
No contesto por orgullo
Pero vuelvo a mirar igual
Como si fuera normal
Me dejaste con media frase
Y una duda sobre la piel
Yo pensé que era pasajero
Pero sigo puesto de pie
Tú caminas por otra calle
Yo me quedo sin reclamar
No me sobra tanta paciencia
Pero aprendo a respirar
Si preguntas sigo entero
Si me buscas tardo más
No te cierro toda la puerta
Pero no voy hacia atrás
Tú decías “todo sencillo”
Yo lo quise complicar
Ahora entiendo lo que cuesta
Cuando alguien no sabe cuidar
Dame una señal no más
Si te vas me quedo fatal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Dame una señal no más
No me vendas otro plan
Si me miras como antes
Voy a querer intentar
Reloj de arena cae lento
Cada grano sabe mal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Mis amigos dicen “sal de eso”
Yo respondo “ya casi estoy”
Pero cuando cambia tu foto
Se me mueve algo interior
No presumo de ser tan fuerte
Solo finjo con precisión
Tengo orgullo bien educado
Y una mala conexión
Tú no fuiste toda mi vida
Pero sí mi mejor error
De los que uno cuenta riendo
Cuando ya no duele peor
Si preguntas sigo entero
Si me buscas tardo más
No te cierro toda la puerta
Pero no voy hacia atrás
Tú decías “todo sencillo”
Yo lo quise complicar
Ahora entiendo lo que cuesta
Cuando alguien no sabe cuidar
Dame una señal no más
Si te vas me quedo fatal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Dame una señal no más
No me vendas otro plan
Si me miras como antes
Voy a querer intentar
Reloj de arena cae lento
Cada grano sabe mal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
No soy santo no soy frío
No soy fácil de olvidar
Tú tampoco eres culpable
Solo sabes regresar
Si mañana ya no escribes
Voy a poder continuar
Pero si dices mi nombre
Todo vuelve a comenzar
Dame una señal no más
Si te vas me quedo fatal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Dame una señal no más
No me vendas otro plan
Si me miras como antes
Voy a querer intentar
Reloj de arena cae lento
Cada grano sabe mal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Dame una señal no más
No me vendas otro plan
Si me miras como antes
Voy a querer intentar
Tu nombre vibra en mi celular
No contesto por orgullo
Pero vuelvo a mirar igual
Reloj de arena cae lento
CREDITS
Performer: Dante Cobre
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
Wrong Turn, Right Day
Oscar Palmer
Verified Artist
Oscar Palmer
Oscar Palmer is a European pop artist with a producer’s instinct for detail and a songwriter’s taste for the immediate. Based between studio sessions in Berlin and short writing trips across Europe, he built his catalog around crisp drums, warm basslines, clean guitar accents, bright piano, and melodies that land quickly without feeling disposable. His records often sit in the space between modern pop and nu-disco: polished enough for radio, rhythmic enough for the dancefloor, and carried by a charismatic male vocal that keeps the delivery conversational even when the chorus opens wide.
Before releasing under his own name, Palmer spent several years working behind the desk, arranging demos, cutting vocals, and finishing mixes for other artists. That background still shapes the way he writes. He favors tight structures, strong pre-chorus lifts, stacked harmonies, and small production moves that keep a song moving forward. There is usually a sense of daylight in his music too — not naïve optimism, but the feeling of catching a good moment in the middle of an ordinary day.
“Wrong Turn, Right Day” is a clear example of that approach. Built around a 124 BPM groove, warm live bass, punchy drums, and understated synth work, the track turns a simple detour into a feel-good pop record about timing, chance, and finding something worthwhile when the plan changes. It fits naturally into Palmer’s wider catalog: sharp, melodic, upbeat, and designed to feel just as good through headphones on a morning commute as it does late in the evening.
Wrong Turn, Right Day
Oscar Palmer
Prompt
Missed my train by twenty seconds
Watched it leave without me there
Bought a coffee from the corner
And decided not to care
I had a list inside my pocket
Every hour had a name
Then the morning changed the order
And I let it win the game
Took the long way through the market
Bought a shirt I didn’t need
Met an old friend by the station
Stayed for lunch instead of three
Nothing went the way I planned
Maybe that was all I needed
I took a wrong turn
Had the right day
Lost my schedule
Found a better way
I missed the green light
Let the clock run late
Took a wrong turn
Had the right day
Oh what a right day
What a right day
Left my charger at the table
Phone went dead around two
So I stopped checking every minute
What the rest of them might do
Found a place beside the water
Stayed until they closed the gate
Funny how a little nothing
Can turn into something great
Nothing went the way I planned
Maybe that was all I needed
I took a wrong turn
Had the right day
Lost my schedule
Found a better way
I missed the green light
Let the clock run late
Took a wrong turn
Had the right day
Oh what a right day
What a right day
No map
No plan
No reason to explain
One street
One chance
I’d do the same again
I took a wrong turn
Had the right day
Lost my schedule
Found a better way
I missed the green light
Let the clock run late
Took a wrong turn
Had the right day
Oh what a right day
What a right day
Missed my train by twenty seconds
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CREDITS
Performer: Oscar Palmer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Old News
Kelvin Boyd
Verified Artist
Kelvin Boyd
Kelvin Boyd is an R&B and soul artist known for blending warm falsetto vocals with relaxed, conversational songwriting. His sound sits between classic soul, sample-based rhythm and modern groove, pulling together chopped records, electric piano textures and understated rap verses that feel personal without trying too hard. Rather than chasing drama, Kelvin’s music leans into maturity, detail and emotional control, turning everyday moments into songs that feel intimate, lived-in and quietly memorable.
His release Old News captures that approach perfectly, pairing a light, floating vocal with a grounded story about growth, distance and getting to a better place emotionally. There is nostalgia in his music, but it never feels stuck in the past. Kelvin Boyd makes songs that sound confident, warm and human, built for listeners who want soul with honesty, rhythm with restraint and a voice that can carry both tenderness and self-possession at the same time.
Old News
Kelvin Boyd
(old news old news)
Somebody told me you got married
In a garden in the spring
They watched my face for the crack
And I gave them nothing
I checked myself all the way home
Waited for it to land
But it's old news
Old news
Somebody else's headline now
It's old news
Old news
I hope the garden was beautiful
And I mean it and that's new
(old news old news)
[Rap Verse]
Two years back this would have wrecked a whole week
Called my brother couldn't sleep couldn't eat
Now I hear the story and I'm halfway through a sandwich
Genuinely happy for you that's the plot twist
Time doesn't heal that's a line that people sell you
Time just hands you something else to fill you
Built a life so full there wasn't room to keep you
And that's not bitter that's the kindest thing I'll tell you
I kept the jacket for a while
Left it at a charity shop in March
Somebody's wearing it in the rain right now
And they don't know a thing about us
But it's old news
Old news
Somebody else's headline now
It's old news
Old news
I hope the garden was beautiful
And I mean it and that's new
I'm not over it because I won
I'm over it because I grew
Those are two different endings
And I got the better of the two
But it's old news
Old news
Somebody else's headline now
It's old news
Old news
I hope the garden was beautiful
And I mean it and that's new
It's old news
(old news old news)
CREDITS
Performer: Kelvin Boyd
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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You Crash
Liora Senvelle
Verified Artist
Liora Senvelle
Soulful indie magic and panache from the heart of France, Liora Senvelle has more to her than what meets the eyes and hits the ears. You may not have heard of her until now, but this French enchantress wants to change that—the independent music world's ultimate contradiction, Senvelle is both peculiarly familiar and enthrallingly foreign.
Hailing from the romantic city of Paris, Liora interprets music like a Monet painting—dabbling melodies and harmonies amidst her sonic tapestry. Clear your mind, put your feet up, and watch the Eiffel Tower in the distance as you lose yourself in Senvelle's sonic portraits. With a humor as rich as a freshly baked croissant and a voice warmer than the French Riviera, she's not your typical chanteuse.
Her standout ballad 'You Crash' is an invitation to a dramatic tête-à-tête with raw, unfiltered emotion. Reminiscent of your first wine-soaked heartbreak, it hits you with a wallop of an oh là là!. Senvelle is climbing that Parisian cobblestone hill to stardom, and it won't be long before she's basking in the glow of the independent music scene's city lights.
You Crash
Liora Senvelle
Turned the locks but you're in again
Midnight eyes that dare pretend
Every breath you take bends the air
Your silence hums like you just don't care
I redraw my lines you blur 'em thin
We're burning out before we begin
You're a signal I can't decode (yeah!)
Static in the way you love then go (woo!)
I keep spinning off your pull
(ahh—ahh)
Still I dive into the cold
You crash I fold
You crash I fold (oh!)
Smoke in the frame but there's no flame
You drop your truths never take the blame
My phone lights up it's you again
And I reply like it's not the end
I redraw my lines you blur 'em thin
We're burning out before we begin
You're a signal I can't decode (yeah!)
Static in the way you love then go (woo!)
I keep spinning off your pull
(ahh—ahh)
Still I dive into the cold
You crash I fold
You crash I fold (oh-oh!)
Wish I could erase you clean (mmm)
But you haunt the spaces in between
I try to mute but I replay
The games you made me play
(oooh—)
No script just damage on delay
(ohh)
You're a signal I can't decode (yeah yeah!)
Static in the way you love then go (woo!)
I keep spinning off your pull
(ahh—ahh)
Still I dive into the cold
You crash I fold
You crash I—fold
CREDITS
Performer: Liora Senvelle
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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