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But North Keeps
The Absents

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The Absents
The Absents are a four-piece synth-pop and modern disco-pop band hailing from Brighton, on the south coast of the United Kingdom. The lineup consists of Elliot Kane (vocals), Ryan Whitford (keyboards & production), Callum Price (bass guitar & synth bass), and Jamie Harlow (guitar & backing vocals). The four met in 2018 at a local music festival, where a late-night jam session revealed a shared passion for blending the melodic elegance of 80s synth-pop with the energy and polish of modern pop production.

Deeply influenced by the infectious hooks and emotive energy of Erasure, The Absents quickly began writing together, crafting songs that pair bright synth textures with tight bass grooves and subtle funk undertones. Their early rehearsals took place in a modest studio near Brighton’s seafront, a space that soon became their creative sanctuary and the birthplace of their signature sound.

In 2019, the band released their debut single, which found its way onto local radio playlists and began circulating through London’s club scene. Known for their vivid light shows, charismatic stage presence, and danceable, high-energy sets, The Absents built a reputation as one of the most exciting new acts in the UK’s pop landscape.

Today, The Absents continue to bridge nostalgia and modernity, reaching audiences far beyond the British Isles. Elliot’s commanding yet soulful vocals, Ryan’s shimmering synth arrangements, Callum’s deep, driving grooves, and Jamie’s melodic guitar lines come together to create a live experience that is as unforgettable as it is electrifying.
Track(s)
When the Noise Fades 366627 04:00
But North Keeps 331211 03:46

But North Keeps

The Absents


Rust runs along the rails to nowhere
Morning stations breathe a scent of iron
Words melt in my hands like shards of ice
Even when I speak it’s someone else’s song

Foreign clocks drag their feet
The wind calls me by names I’ve never worn

This city feels like a mirror I’ve never owned
My steps fall on stones that don’t remember me
I drew a map with the length of my shadow
But north keeps pointing somewhere else

Cracked windows hold the faces of other lives
Salted bread is torn with prayers I can’t translate
I keep the roofs of distant houses in my eyes
But the mailbox stays empty — no one arrives

Foreign clocks drag their feet
The wind calls me by names I’ve never worn

This city feels like a mirror I’ve never owned
My steps fall on stones that don’t remember me
I drew a map with the length of my shadow
But north keeps pointing somewhere else

A ticket in my pocket
Its destination still a stranger
Maybe it’s one-way out
Or just another foreign land

Rust runs along the rails to nowhere
And I keep walking without a border to cross

CREDITS
Performer: The Absents
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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Every Heartbeat
Dionne

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Dionne
Enter Dionne, a maverick of the dance scene and purveyor of pop perfection hailing from the heart-thrum of Las Vegas, aptly nicknamed Sin City. Unsurprisingly, Dionne's music puts the heart back into the heartland of America's entertainment playground with every thumping beat.

A regular backstage presence at the glittering Strip casinos from a young age, Dionne honed her craft amid the mesmerizing hum of slot machines and the relentless energy of SinCity's pulsating nightlife. Now she's smashing the charts harder than a high roller on a lucky streak, with her notably infectious hit "Every Heartbeat."

Dionne has become synonymous with creating an ecstasy of sound you can’t help but move to, weaving happy harmonies like a nimble-fingered croupier dealing a hand of high-stakes poker. Her music doesn't just evoke a happy mood; no, it screws up happiness into a confetti ball and throws it high into the Nevada night sky – a neon rainbow explosion against the backdrop of the Vegas lights.

In Dionne, we found our music equivalent to a Vegas jackpot - always unexpected, always exhilarating. She's placing Dance back on the frontline and hitting the jackpot not with poker chips, but with every electrifying, happy heartbeat resonating in her tunes. And let's say this; she's just getting warmed up.
Track(s)
Every Heartbeat 31038 02:57

Every Heartbeat

Dionne


Shadows linger where the sunlight fades
Holding secrets in the empty space
Your silhouette’s a memory untold
It’s a story that I can’t let go

Caught between the static and the sound
Reaching for the way to turn around

Every heartbeat chasing a sign
Lost in the rhythm searching for time
Falling deeper I feel the weight
But maybe this is how we find our way

Paper walls can’t keep the world outside
Every tear’s a piece of what we hide
I’m still learning how to let it show
But your eyes they see what I don’t know

Caught between the static and the sound
Reaching for the way to turn around

Every heartbeat chasing a sign
Lost in the rhythm searching for time
Falling deeper I feel the weight
But maybe this is how we find our way

It’s not the end it’s just a curve
A second chance the one we deserve
We’re not alone even when we break
The pieces fit in the steps we take

If I could hold the night a little longer
I’d show you how we rise from the thunder
Nothing’s perfect but we’ll make it through
Every crack lets the light shine through

Every heartbeat chasing a sign
Lost in the rhythm searching for time
Falling deeper I feel the weight
But maybe this is how we find our way

Every crack lets the light shine through
This is how we find what’s true

CREDITS
Performer: Dionne
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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Catastrofe
Ra Rauw 42

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Ra Rauw 42
Ra Rauw 42 is a Berlin-based hip hop trio redefining what underground sound means in the heart of Europe. Formed in 2022, the group brings together three contrasting forces: Jonas “JZ” Klinke, a battle-scarred lyricist raised on Neukölln’s street corners; Felix “Nebula” Brandt, an analog synth hoarder with a soft spot for East German radio textures; and Lina “Vel” Morgenstern, a conservatory dropout whose icy vocals and haunting hooks give the group its signature edge.

Their paths crossed at a chaotic warehouse rave in Friedrichshain. JZ was freestyling through the fog machine, Nebula hijacked the aux cable to drop a grime bootleg, and Vel—originally just photographing the night—ended up singing the hook that silenced the crowd. That spontaneous moment led to their first studio session, where “Catastrofe” was born.

“Catastrofe”, their explosive debut single, dropped exclusively on Filodyo, bypassing traditional platforms in a deliberate move to keep their sound raw and uncensored. It’s not just a song—it’s a signal. Ra Rauw 42 isn’t asking for attention. They’re taking it.
Track(s)
Catastrofe 33319 03:31

Catastrofe

Ra Rauw 42


Ra-Rauw
Raul Alejandro
Austin Baby
Chris Jedi
Gaby Music
Dime
Baby

I don't think I'll survive until the weekend
She wants me to become vegan
Your girlfriend
My favorite stripper
She's a little prettier
But just as toxic as you
I met you at a club in Medellin
I wanted to put you in a Lamborghini (Woh woh woh woh)
'Cause she's a party girl (Party girl)
And I gave her a pill (I gave her a pill woh)

I just have a message for you (Message)
I don't want to see you again
Have a good life (Have a good life)
I hope you lose your wallet (Hope you lose your wallet)
And you cry over every song (Oh my God)

I hope you run out of gas (Gas)
Your favorite song gets deleted (Gets deleted)
And your flight gets canceled (Gets canceled)
And you have a catastrophic night (Catastrophic night)
I hope you get a flat tire (Flat tire)
Your period is delayed for ten days (Delayed for ten days)
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled (Gets spoiled)
And you have a catastrophic night (And you have a catastrophic night)

Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night

I don't think I'll survive until the weekend (Until the weekend)
She wants me to become vegan (Vegan)
Your girlfriend
My favorite stripper (Oh my God)
She's a little prettier
But just as toxic as you (Baby)
I met you at a club in Medellin (Medellin)
I wanted to put you in a Lamborghini (Lamborghini)
(Woh woh woh woh)
'Cause she's a party girl (Party girl)
And I gave her a pill (Gave her a pill woh)
(Oh oh oh)
(Oh oh oh)

I just have a message for you (Message)
I don't want to see you again
Have a good life (Have a good life)
I hope you lose your wallet (Hope you lose your wallet)
And you cry over every song (Oh my God)

I hope you run out of gas (Gas)
Your favorite song gets deleted (Gets deleted)
And your flight gets canceled (Gets canceled)
And you have a catastrophic night (Catastrophic night)
I hope you get a flat tire (Flat tire)
Your period is delayed for ten days (Delayed for ten days)
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled (Gets spoiled)
And you have a catastrophic night (And you have a catastrophic night)

Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
And you have a catastrophic night
(And you have a catastrophic night)
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
And you have a catastrophic night
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled

CREDITS
Performer: Ra Rauw 42
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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Fire in the Open Air
James Rolly

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James Rolly
Born in 1989 in Dayton, Ohio, James Rolly’s life was anything but straightforward. Growing up in a working-class neighborhood, he found himself drawn to music at an early age, learning his first guitar chords from an older cousin who played in local bars. But his teenage years spiraled into turbulence — run-ins with the law, school expulsions, and a revolving door of juvenile detention centers and rehabilitation programs marked his adolescence.

It was during a six-month stay at a rehab facility in Cleveland that James began writing his own songs, using music as a way to process his frustration and loneliness. The stark, confessional style of those early lyrics became the foundation of his artistic voice. He often says the rehab’s battered common-room piano was “the first place I ever told the truth.”

By his mid-20s, James was performing in small clubs across the Midwest, blending gritty Americana storytelling with modern soul and rock influences. His husky voice, commanding presence, and refusal to glamorize his troubled past earned him a loyal following. The shaved head, beard, and head tattoos became part of his unflinching image — a visual reminder of where he’s been and how far he’s come.

Today, James Rolly’s music reflects both the scars and the survival. From intimate acoustic sets to explosive full-band performances, he channels every ounce of his history into a sound that’s raw, magnetic, and unapologetically real.
Track(s)
Fire in the Open Air 318253 03:05

Fire in the Open Air

James Rolly


I’m walking through the noise and color
Every face feels like a secret sign
My heart’s a drum that won’t keep quiet
Every beat says “Boy this ain’t your time”

But I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in

I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design

There’s laughter rolling out of doorways
Music pouring from a midnight band
I don’t know the song but I’m singing
Clapping to the beat like I understand

And I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in

I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design

Maybe I’m lost but it feels like winning
Every wrong turn keeps my story spinning
If this is the game then I’m all in
Every note’s a place I’ve never been

I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design

And I move…
I move with the rhythm

CREDITS
Performer: James Rolly
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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All Eyes On Me
Atrayo

All Eyes On Me

Atrayo


Walked in slow
Like I planned the night
No need to ask
The room turned right

Every step’s a signal flare
Every look says “Don’t you dare”
I don’t beg I don’t plead
I don’t follow — I lead

You feel the shift when I breathe in
Lights don’t flash — I make them dim

All eyes on me
Like the beat can see
Every move I make
Every stare I break
No need to speak
No need to flee
If you feel that heat
Then all eyes — on me

Didn’t come for love came for impact
High heels loud like a click-clack
Talk sweet — nah I don’t chit-chat
Say my name once then I dispatch

Pulse in the floor that’s me movin’
You stand still while I keep provin’
I don’t chase fame I outgrew it
Mirror on me? I outdo it

One shot — no blink no panic
Rhythm in blood I don’t need magic
All eyes here — it’s cinematic
Cool on fire — it’s automatic

I don’t chase I redefine
Set the pace rewrite the line
No script just instinct
And I don’t blink

I walk slow but I land hard
Wrote the map tore up the chart

All eyes on me
Like the beat can see
Every move I make
Every stare I break
No need to speak
No need to flee
If you feel that heat
Then all eyes — on me

You came for music
But you stayed for the fire
Now you’re caught
In the line of desire

All eyes on me
Nowhere else to be
Every move I make
Every stare I break
No need to speak
Just let it be
If you're here for heat
Then all eyes — on me

CREDITS
Performer: Atrayo
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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Te Llevas Todo
Mateo Blanco

Verified 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.
Track(s)
Te Llevas Todo 116158 02:37

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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Parle Moins (feat M...
Kessy

Verified 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.
Track(s)
Parle Moins (feat Malik Joon) 206199 02:14

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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This Isn’t Love
Chris Nate

Verified 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.
Track(s)
This Isn’t Love 116575 03:23

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Fragment Drift
KALLA

Fragment Drift

KALLA



CREDITS
Performer: KALLA
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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Tales from Harlem
Brick Lords

Verified Verified Artist

Brick Lords
Hailing straight from the heart of Harlem, the notorious quintet, Brick Lords, has been serving up a potent cocktail of old school rap since their genesis.

An assemblage teeming with character, within this unique ensemble, we find Biggie Bricks (real name, Jamal Thompson), the de-facto leader and lyricist; Lil' Grout (born Angel Martinez), the charismatic hype man; Bricksy Ross (truly known as Desmond Jones), the mysterious trap-lord; Mortar Mike (Mike Johnson in the real world), the laid-back beat master, and Cinder "the Block" Parker (dubbed Clara Parker at birth), the feisty and soulful female vocalist who adds a unique twist to the group's sound.

The Brick Lords was born out of a shared love for rhythm, rhymes, and the raw, gritty atmosphere of their native Harlem streets, baptizing themselves Brick Lords because, well, they were originally just some kids slamming beats and rhymes on brick walls. And just as bricks fit one on top of the other, building something substantial, so too did the Brick Lords build something substantial out of their close-knit group dynamic.

Their music, a delightful blend of old school rap with a hint of modern-day flair, is lauded for its authenticity and palpable energy, resonating with audiences worldwide. Notably, their signature song "What's Going On (Clean)" quickly escalated to become an anthem for their generation, showcasing their genuine artistry while divulging the realities of life in Harlem.

Amidst punchy beats, witty lyricism, and a touch of brick-and-mortar realness, the story of the Brick Lords is as engaging as their music. Resolute in their ambitious deliverance of old school rap, these urban poets have cemented themselves into the solid foundation of Harlem's music scene, and dare we say it, they're brickin' amazing!
Track(s)
Hard Knock Life 76545 02:15
What's Going On (Clean) 27466 02:26
Tales from Harlem 38046 03:58

Tales from Harlem

Brick Lords


Yeah
'bout to enter
A new era of Harlem hip-hop
The streets of Harlem
They tell these stories to me

Struggle
Life movin' fast
Juggle
It's spiral now
That's my soul jumpin' over puddles
Walks down 110th
Whispers of lost lovers
We stand in the midst of the band's discovery
Temptation's just a calm life away from survival
Only thang stay in focus is my rival
Need you
Know what I mean
We shifted our tribe for a fiend
It was a trap but we alive
Need an electric boogaloo
Sippin' matcha tea in Malibu
Staying silent with the crew perhaps
The island be spinning last acts of greed
Gotta see that you may never be my speed

The streets of Harlem
They tell these stories told
With unpolished
Feel me
We gon' crack a code
Get that bag
And then we split it with the load
On Bodega cashers
They gon' know
The streets of Harlem
They tell these stories to me
Raw
From the heart
Straight organically
Get that bag
Then we split it with the family
Bodega cashers
They gon' see

Jump when them cops shout
Some came from outta town
And me
Right here been my home about thirty miles
From the central park
Harlem nights found a crown
Couple that got decrep' and shady with foul actions
I'm in the job that's got me screamin fuck rations
My two feet more than defeat over the soil
When parked up I'm getting spoiled
They had coals on 125th
It was real loyal
Bro goddamn
All of us are grinnin like
"What's your plan?"
Stayin solid down to it when we dead game's gettin a bit nuts
Even the air smellin' like glamour and envy
We bet not get stuck
But come and help us
When the universe give us the chance
We glowed up
New cloth
She said her grandma was elusive too
My gramps
Come see his tape too
He just turned dirt over with his right hand
Fill a pot with plants
Woke up the clan
Blue line

CREDITS
Performer: Brick Lords
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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Faded Picture of Us...
Greta Falk

Verified Verified Artist

Greta Falk
Meet Greta Falk - a woman who writes letters to the world in the form of melody, one coffee cup at a time. Best known for her achingly beautiful duet, "Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip)", Greta's music dares you not to feel.

Once a humble barista, Greta swapped her Americano for Allegros, her caramel macchiato for concertos. Working the espresso machine in a little café back in her hometown, she spent her spare time spinning a web of storytelling, uncovering the lyrical undercurrents in the daily grind of coffee beans. Vienna was just a faded picture on a postcard then, an elusive dream that seemed light years away.

Greta's big break came after an impromptu performance in the café, grabbing the heartstrings of a customer who happened to be a music producer on a caffeine kick. Next thing she knew, she was packing her passport alongside her piano sheet music. Soon after settling in Vienna, Greta would tie the knot with the city and her newfound love. So if you thought romance was only found in a Vienna coffee house with a slice of Sachertorte, allow “Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip)” to change your mind.

In a world where pop music often relies on sugar-coated hooks, Greta Falk’s songwriting serves up a double espresso – unflinching, raw, and undeniably addictive. So here's to Greta, crafting symphonies one coffee bean — I mean note, at a time. This woman not only proves that it's never too latte to follow your dreams but also that behind every successful artist, there’s substantial amount of caffeine. Greta definitely knows her art just as well as her coffee art!
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Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip) 35628 03:03

Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip)

Greta Falk


Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Ooh ooh)
Yeah
Oh oh uh-huh
(Whoo)

I thought I was done with you mmh
Then I read the messages (Ooh ooh) I
(Fell out yesterday just to slide for you)
Baby days just go on
I need a time machine for us (Slide for you)
(fallen out yesterday just to slide for you)

Again it's a feeling it won't last
(Ah ah ah ooh)
A faded picture from the past
(Ah ah ah ah)
Girl my heart won't lie
(Ah ah ah ah)
Every time I close my eyes (Yeah)
it's on my mind

Another chapter that's gone
World stops spinning yet life goes on
Girl days just come and go (Ooh ooh)
We can't get back I need a time machine ah

Again (Oh) it's a feeling it won't last (Ooh)
(Fell out yesterday just to slide for you)
A faded picture from the past
Girl my heart won't lie
(Fallen out yesterday just to slide for you)
Every time I close my eyes (Yeah) it's on my mind
Again (Yeah) it's a feeling it won't last
(Fell out yesterday just to slide for you)
A faded picture from the past (I miss you girl)
Girl my heart won't lie (Yeah)
Every time I close my eyes (Yeah) it's on my mind

A long time (Ooh ooh) it's a long time comin'
I've waited in the doorway for you
Till the end of time (Oh) I'll be yours forever
My best friend in another life

Again (Oh) it's a feeling it won't last (Ooh)
A faded picture from the past (Ah)
Girl my heart won't lie (Ah)
Every time I close my eyes (It's been a long time girl)
Again (Oh) it's a feeling it won't last
A faded picture of our past (Ooh)
Girl my heart won't lie
Every time I close my eyes it's on my mind

(It's been a long time)

CREDITS
Performer: Greta Falk
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

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