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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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Time To Scream When...
Enzo Flect
Time To Scream When You Hush
Enzo Flect
CREDITS
Performer: Enzo Flect
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Loneliness
Elara Stone
Verified Artist
Elara Stone
She makes music for the hours when clarity doesn’t arrive on time. Her songs sit between late-night electronic culture and everyday emotional friction, carried by a vocal that avoids performance and leans into presence. There’s no melodrama here, no oversized hooks. Instead, she works with restraint, letting repetition, silence, and subtle shifts do the heavy lifting, capturing the tension of modern relationships and the quiet pressure of daily life.
Sonically, her work draws from melancholic drum and bass and deep electronic traditions, but filters them through a distinctly current lens. Beats roll rather than hit, bass appears just long enough to leave a trace, and arrangements resist obvious peaks. Her voice is treated as part of the architecture, close, controlled, and emotionally distant, floating above the rhythm instead of chasing it. It’s music built for movement and reflection at the same time.
Her releases live within the carefully curated worlds of Filodyo and NOT FM, platforms that prioritise context over noise and long-form listening over instant impact. In that sense, her music isn’t chasing trends, it’s designed to exist alongside them, quietly confident, emotionally precise, and very much of its moment.
Loneliness
Elara Stone
The room stays still when I move
Air feels counted slow and exact
My phone facedown on the table
Like it knows I won’t look back
Hours fold into each other
No sharp edges no release
I don’t miss someone specific
I just miss how silence feels
Loneliness isn’t loud
It doesn’t need a scene
It waits until everything stops
And asks me what I mean
Loneliness stays close
Not heavy not kind
Just the shape of being here
With too much time
Walls keep doing what they do
Holding space without a sign
Every thought arrives unfinished
Leaves before it makes a line
I hear life somewhere ongoing
Not mine but near enough
I don’t reach for explanations
I’m already full of them
Loneliness isn’t loud
It never begs or pleads
It sits beside the moment
And lets it be what it is
Loneliness knows my pace
Never pulls never leads
Just walks the length of the night
At the speed I need
If this hour had a voice
It wouldn’t try to stay
It would tell me nothing’s broken
Then quietly move away
Loneliness isn’t loud
It doesn’t ask for proof
It’s not the end of something
It’s just the pause I move through
Loneliness fades on its own
When the timing is right
I don’t solve it tonight
I just let it pass the time
Morning is doing its job
Somewhere I don’t need to see
This night doesn’t owe me answers
It just keeps me company
CREDITS
Performer: Elara Stone
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Kiss Me When I'm Lying
Mirov Saint
Verified Artist
Mirov Saint
Meet Mirov Saint, everyone's favorite disco-spinning, beat-making connoisseur of all that is musical and funky. Hailing from a place as elusive as his name suggests, this maestro reigns from the far-flung utopia we like to call Saint Petersburg, crafting soundtracks that make our everyday lives feel like an enchanted fairy tale.
This genteel DJ, signed to Filodyo—shout out to them for recognising raw talent—works nightclub miracles, turning songs into disco-infused enchantments. His pièce de résistance? A cabaret dance cover of Romeo Vane's "Kiss Me When I'm Lying", of course. Because who needs a prince charming when you've got Mirov Saint remixing your life soundtrack?
Behind the decks, he becomes this alchemy wizard, transforming every beat into disco-gold, infusing happiness in every note. Take a gander at Mirov's Spotify. You'll think you've been transported to a Moscow underground disco in the 70s—a place where anxiety is unknown, and the mood is perpetually “Happy”.
So there you have it, folks. Mirov Saint, living proof that disco isn't dead, it's just been chilling in Saint Petersburg, waiting for one wizardly DJ to mix it back to life.
Kiss Me When I'm Lying
Mirov Saint
You taste like trouble and cheap red wine
Black boots kicking off the dashboard side
Your hair messed up and your friends outside
Small town talk but we move too fast
Everybody staring when we walk past
You laugh loud when the speakers break
Steal my jacket like a little game
Hands cold wrapped around my neck
You say “relax” then make a mess
Oh-oh
Don’t stop now
Oh-oh
Spin me around
Kiss me when I’m lying
Tell me I’m your type
We can fake forever for a Friday night
(Yeah yeah)
Your lipstick on my cigarette
Your number in my head again
One look and I lose control
Like whoa-oh-oh
Taxi doors and buzzing amps
Cheap hotel and tangled hands
Your dance moves cutting through the room
Everybody watching you
Low lights flicker on your rings
You move sharp to the kick drum beat
Every word got attitude
God you make bad ideas look cool
No sleep
Heartbeat
Fast lane
On repeat
Kiss me when I’m lying
Tell me I’m your type
We can fake forever for a Friday night
(Hey hey)
Your perfume on my leather coat
You pull away then pull me close
One touch and I lose control
Like whoa-oh-oh
Bad habits look good on you
Too much smoke in the dressing room
Red lights blur when you bite your lip
Whole damn room start losing it
Kiss me when I’m lying
Dance into the light
Young hearts burning through the after-midnight
(Yeah yeah)
Your name stuck like a melody
Wild eyes full of energy
One kiss and the whole world spins
Again and again
Black boots
Backseat
Your laugh
Still on me
CREDITS
Performer: Mirov Saint
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Signal Dust
DJ Anita
CREDITS
Performer: DJ Anita
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Just Align
Alia Sorelle
CREDITS
Performer: Alia Sorelle
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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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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Fragment Drift
KALLA
CREDITS
Performer: KALLA
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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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After Seven
Elian Rae
Verified Artist
Elian Rae
Elian Rae makes refined late-hour pop built for rooms that do not want to shout. Her sound blends soft nu-disco, mellow funk bass, Rhodes keys, muted guitar, and an airy vocal style that feels polished without turning glossy or loud.
Her songs often find small cinematic details in ordinary spaces: a quiet shop after seven, fabric on a hanger, receipts curling beside a drawer, street color moving behind glass. The result is warm, understated music for evening playlists, boutique floors, and listeners who like groove with restraint.
After Seven
Elian Rae
At seven the glass doors learn the street by name
sale tags turn slowly in the conditioned air
someone leaves a blue scarf folded out of place
and the mirror keeps pretending not to stare
A clerk counts coins like small weather
one by one into a paper tray
the fitting rooms exhale together
as the weekday loosens its display
Keep the low lamps on
let the room breathe out
there is music in the ordinary
when the hurry thins around
Soft returns quiet shelves
hands on fabric nothing else
after seven after seven
we move lightly through ourselves
Perfume cards sleep beside the counter
shoes line up like they know the floor
outside taxis change their colors
inside no one needs to want more
A coat on a hanger turns human
for a second in the corner light
I almost ask it where it's going
then I let it keep the night
Keep the low lamps on
let the room breathe out
there is music in the ordinary
when the hurry thins around
Soft returns quiet shelves
hands on fabric nothing else
after seven after seven
we move lightly through ourselves
Not every song should chase the ceiling
not every room should ask for rain
some evenings only need a rhythm
folded neatly with a name
Keep the low lamps on
let the room breathe out
there is music in the ordinary
when the hurry thins around
Soft returns quiet shelves
hands on fabric nothing else
after seven after seven
we move lightly through ourselves
The last receipt curls by the drawer
one small moon on the floor
after seven after seven
nothing asks to be more
CREDITS
Performer: Elian Rae
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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