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Plastic Crown
Dara Montel
Verified Artist
Dara Montel
Emerging from the gritty depths of Detroit’s dance scene, brimming with talent and charisma, Dara Montel is the nervy answer to the city's hardcore techno thirst. Known best for her dance-devoted, melancholic twister "Plastic Crown," Dara's name has spun in the underground circles like a rogue vinyl tossed into a cyberspace jukebox.
Our Motor City minx entered the scene somewhat cagily, her piercing blue eyes full of stories almost as deep as the bass lines she commands. She distils raw emotions into dance-ready soundscapes, affirming that tears are permitted even on the most electrified dance floors. Like the mysterious femme fatale prowling through the ruins of a John Carpenter flick, Montel's music envelops you in its brooding embrace.
Dara's playful wit is just as intoxicating as her infectious grooves. With a knack for turning pain into art, she continues to defy Detroit's icy weather, radiating heat one tear-stained synth at a time. Her “Plastic Crown,” fittingly, feels neither plastic nor regal—it's pure, cathartic Dara Montel. You’d better get on this vibe train, 'cos it ain't stopping anytime soon.
The Dara Montel revolution won't be televised, it'll be danced. So go on, put on that Plastic Crown, let the sadness seep into your soul and boogie like it’s the end of the world. Detroit’s dark dance queen reigns supreme.
Plastic Crown
Dara Montel
You walk in slow
Like you own the room
Cheap little grin
With a silver spoon
Say my name twice
Like it makes you tall
I don’t look up
I just let you fall
You talk too loud
For a little spark
I count your lies
Like cards in the dark
I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene
You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
[Vocal Tremolo Effect]
Bow back down
Don’t call me sweet
I’m a bad excuse
For the kind of girl
That would wait on you
Got red shoes on
And a bored little face
I don’t run fast
I just change the race
You talk too much
For a silent room
I cut the fuse
Then I blame the moon
I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene
You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
[Vocal Tremolo Effect]
Bow back down
Ha
Look at you
Trying hard
That’s adorable
Ha
Move along
You were never
That important
[Final Chorus]
I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene
You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Bow back down
Tiny king
Tiny throne
Tiny crown
All alone
CREDITS
Performer: Dara Montel
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Hollow Traces
DRKBLU
Hollow Traces
DRKBLU
You left without a sound
But your shadow stayed
On the walls in the air
Every word we never said
I follow the hollow traces
Through empty rooms and faded places
Can’t touch you now
But I feel you somehow
I sleep on just one side
Still making room for you
Your shirt in the drawer
Still smells like truth
I follow the hollow traces
Through empty rooms and faded places
Can’t touch you now
But I feel you somehow
You were here
You’re still here
CREDITS
Performer: DRKBLU
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Meant To Be
Violette Storm
Verified Artist
Violette Storm
Violette Stoem doesn’t just sing—she floats. Hailing from Rotterdam’s rainy streets and raised on a mix of French electronic minimalism and UK garage, her music exists in the space between dancefloor euphoria and solitary late-night reflection. With a voice that’s equal parts smoke and sunlight, she crafts tracks that pull you in slowly—then never let go.
Her breakout single “Meant To Be” is a hypnotic blend of deep house rhythms and shimmering pop clarity. Anchored by a driving low-end and crisp four-on-the-floor pulse, the track features syncopated synth stabs, airy pads, and a vocal hook that lands straight in your bloodstream. It’s the kind of track that feels equally at home in Berlin’s underground or a coastal sunset set in Ibiza.
Violette isn’t chasing trends. She’s building a sound world of her own—emotive, minimalist, and endlessly danceable. Her sets are known for their intimacy, her lyrics for their vulnerability, and her production for its razor-sharp elegance. Quiet by nature, loud by design.
Meant To Be
Violette Storm
Last night I met you at the party
And we were strangers at the start
But when you touched me I could hardly
Hardly believe the way you felt
It was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
Last night you caught me at the party
And you came right up to my heart
And I knew right away
Darling
That you would never break it apart
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And then you kissed me at the party
And that's when I fell in love
And I was waiting for you
Darling
And I know that you were too
And then you kissed me at the party
And that's when I fell in love
And I was waiting for you
Darling
And I know that you were too
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
CREDITS
Performer: Violette Storm
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Golden Tide
Riddim Lantern
Verified Artist
Riddim Lantern
Riddim Lantern are a fictional three-piece reggae group from Kingston, Jamaica, built around warm basslines, hand-played percussion and smoky three-part vocals. Their sound leans into roots reggae but keeps a modern pulse, mixing old studio discipline with small flashes of dub, soul and street-corner melody.
The trio is made up of **Basil “Halfstep” Quaco** on bass, **Solene Pitch** on lead vocal and melodica, and **Tafari Bellweather** on rhythm guitar and percussion. They write songs that feel relaxed on the surface but carry sharp little stories underneath: late buses, family pressure, corner-shop conversations, quiet heartbreak and the strange hope that survives after midnight.
On stage and in the studio, Riddim Lantern avoid polished nostalgia. They sound lived-in, human and close, like a band playing with the windows open while the city keeps moving outside. Their name comes from the idea of rhythm as a small light: not loud enough to blind you, but steady enough to guide you home.
Golden Tide
Riddim Lantern
You walked by slowly on the open sand
Sun touching your smile like it’s part of the plan
I tried to stay calm but my heartbeat soared
Every step you took made me want you more
I keep pretending
That I don’t stare
But the truth keeps bending
Whenever you're there
You pull me in like a golden tide
Every move you make feels amplified
I’m falling fast and I can’t divide
What I feel from what I try to hide
You pull me in like a golden tide
Leave a mark on everything inside
If this is real then I won’t deny
You’re the rhythm keeping me alive
You laugh so easy in the fading light
Something in your voice makes the whole day bright
I’m young but I’m sure of what I can see
Nothing ever felt quite like what you give me
I keep pretending
That I don’t stare
But the truth keeps bending
Whenever you're there
You pull me in like a golden tide
Every move you make feels amplified
I’m falling fast and I can’t divide
What I feel from what I try to hide
You pull me in like a golden tide
Leave a mark on everything inside
If this is real then I won’t deny
You’re the rhythm keeping me alive
If tomorrow finds us side by side
I won’t fight it — I’ll let it ride
CREDITS
Performer: Riddim Lantern
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Radio Trottoir
No Be Me
Verified Artist
No Be Me
No Be Me is an Afro-pop collective built around rhythm, mischief and stories that travel faster than facts. Their songs follow barbers, drivers, aunties, shopkeepers and accidental witnesses through everyday neighbourhood dramas, turning overheard remarks into sharp, danceable narratives. Led by a warm male storyteller and supported by four tightly arranged studio voices, the group blends Afrobeats percussion, highlife guitar, elastic bass and dry humour without relying on spectacle.
Their first single, “Radio Trottoir,” introduces a world where one careless “maybe” can acquire a wedding date, two witnesses and a catering budget before lunchtime. No Be Me treat gossip as social choreography: funny, dangerous, generous and impossible to control. Their music is polished but human, playful without becoming novelty, and rooted in the idea that the best stories rarely belong to the person who started them.
Radio Trottoir
No Be Me
Eight-oh-five by Saint Michel
Kola had a cake box under one arm
one red shoe in the other hand
He said “My aunt turns sixty”
I heard “aunt” “cake” and “Saturday”
and supplied the missing cinema myself
At Idris’ barbershop I said
“Maybe the man is getting married”
Idris did not repeat my sentence
He gave it catering witnesses
and a cousin arriving from Marseille
with three phones and firm opinions
By nine-fifteen the taxi rank knew the venue
By ten the tailor had chosen gold
By eleven Auntie Binta had named two children
Kola was still looking for candles
Who told you?
No be me
Who confirmed it?
Nobody
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
one little “maybe” took a motorbike
Dem don carry am go dem don add pepper
by lunch that man was married twice
At one he had married the mayor’s niece
At two he had bought a flat in Lisbon
At three he had left her for a singer
whose name nobody could pronounce
At four the church committee wanted answers
about a generator no one had lost
At five I tried to stop the story
That became “He knows more than he is saying”
At six my mother called me:
“Wear something decent
Apparently you are giving the speech
And bring your own chair”
I found Kola beside the pharmacy
still carrying the same red shoe
The cake was for Aunt Mariam
The shoe had fallen from her shopping bag
He stared at me for seven quiet seconds
then asked who I planned to marry
I laughed exactly once
That was my second mistake
Who told you?
No be me
Who confirmed it?
Nobody
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
one little “maybe” took a motorbike
Dem don carry am go dem don add pepper
by lunch that man was married twice
I went home to hide from the bulletin
My neighbour had prepared rice
My sister said a woman named Celeste
had accepted me on my behalf
Who is Celeste? Nobody knows
She may be a dentist
She may be in Dakar
She may have started at Idris’ second chair
My mother likes her already
She says Celeste sounds responsible
There are now two cakes in the kitchen
Neither one belongs to Kola
Wetin happen?
Ask the barber
Who start am?
No be me
Where proof dey?
It left by taxi
Can you stop am?
You fit try
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
no antenna no editor no brakes
By sunset Kola ran the ministry
by midnight I was cutting a second cake
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
every correction opens another branch
I only said “Maybe he is getting married”
Now Celeste is discussing curtains with my aunt
Kola brought the candles
My mother served the rice
Idris arrived with invitations
No be me
CREDITS
Performer: No Be Me
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Il Punto Piu Vivo
Milo Sartini
Verified Artist
Milo Sartini
Milo Sartini grew up near Italy’s Adriatic coast in a family where meals regularly became debates and kitchen utensils often became percussion instruments. That lively upbringing shaped an artist drawn to movement, language and the small absurdities of everyday life. His music combines quick-witted Italian storytelling with muscular funk bass, Mediterranean percussion and contemporary pop production.
Sartini studied cultural anthropology at the University of Bologna, focusing on music, public space and the rituals that bring strangers together. He later trained in contemporary composition, arrangement and studio production at a private music institute in Milan. His academic background still informs his work: every rhythm has a social purpose, every instrument enters for a reason, and humour is treated as seriously as melody.
His debut single, “Il Punto Più Vivo,” introduces Sartini as a singer, producer and observant narrator with an instinct for turning ordinary scenes into kinetic music. His delivery moves naturally between singing and rhythmic speech, supported by precise percussion, brass accents and tightly controlled electronic production. Intelligent without becoming academic and playful without becoming novelty, Milo Sartini makes pop music that notices how people actually live.
Il Punto Piu Vivo
Milo Sartini
Uno viene dal porto
Uno scende dal tram
Una ride da sola
Uno non sa dove va
Ma il tamburo li chiama
Senza chiedere chi sei
Questa sera la strada
Ha più nomi di noi
C’è chi arriva con tre parole
Chi ne porta tremila
Chi cucina sopra un balcone
Chi ripara una bicicletta
C’è una radio dietro una porta
Che trasmette da chissà dove
Una nonna detta la danza
A una banda di ventenni
Il tassista perde il turno
Per seguire quel contrabbasso
Un bambino batte il tempo
Con due cucchiai sopra un piatto
Nessun palco nessun padrone
Nessun posto riservato
Quando il ritmo prende la piazza
Ogni nome viene chiamato
Vieni qua
Non serve sapere perché
Vieni qua
Porta soltanto quello che c’è
Questo è il punto più vivo
Dove tutto fa tum tum
Dove il nord incontra il sud
E nessuno resta più
Questo è il punto più vivo
Mani in alto giù di nuovo
Se la terra gira ancora
Questa notte gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Ogni lingua cambia il suono
Ma il battito dice: noi
Una cuoca lascia il grembiule
Per un passo mezzo sbagliato
Un avvocato molto serio
Fa qualcosa mai studiato
Due turisti senza mappa
Hanno perso la prudenza
Una coppia che litigava
Ora balla la stessa frase
C’è chi viene per curiosare
Chi domani deve partire
Chi ha promesso “solo un minuto”
Ed è ancora qui alle tre
Non importa da quale tavolo
Da quale treno o quartiere
Siamo pezzi senza istruzioni
Che funzionano tutti insieme
Vieni qua
Non devi assomigliare a me
Vieni qua
Porta il tuo modo di stare in piedi
Questo è il punto più vivo
Dove tutto fa tum tum
Dove il nord incontra il sud
E nessuno resta più
Questo è il punto più vivo
Mani in alto giù di nuovo
Se la terra gira ancora
Questa notte gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Ogni lingua cambia il suono
Ma il battito dice: noi
Dimmi come batti il tempo
Con il palmo o con il mento
Con le scarpe sul cemento
Con un fiato preso al volo
Uno due — non basta ancora
Tre quattro — viene l’aurora
Cinque sei — cambia la storia
Sette miliardi nella stessa gola
Io dico: vicino
Tutti: più vicino
Io dico: più forte
Tutti: fino al mattino
Io dico: chi siamo?
Tutti: quelli che arrivano
Io dico: dove siamo?
Tutti: dove le cose cominciano
Questo è il punto più vivo
Dove tutto fa tum tum
Dove il nord incontra il sud
E nessuno resta più
Questo è il punto più vivo
Ogni passo trova il modo
Se la terra gira ancora
Questa notte gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Non c’è un centro sulla carta
Il centro siamo noi
Uno torna verso il porto
Uno aspetta ancora il tram
La mattina prende nota
Di chi non si fermerà
Tum tum
Il centro siamo noi
Tum tum
Il centro siamo noi
CREDITS
Performer: Milo Sartini
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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The Wrong Daughter
Billie Arden
Verified Artist
Billie Arden
Billie Arden is an electrifying force in the modern dance-pop scene, hailing from Berlin, where her late-night writing sessions have breathed life into a catalog that pulsates with energy and emotion. With influences from funk and nu-disco, her music embodies a sleek, four-on-the-floor groove that promises to uplift spirits and get bodies moving. Tracks like "No Default Setting" showcase her confident vocal style—low and controlled in the verses, yet soaring and playful in the choruses—making each song feel like both a celebration and a personal manifesto. Through her polished production, which features tight rubbery basslines and glossy synth stabs, Arden crafts an infectious sound that captures the essence of joy and hope.
Exploring themes of authenticity and self-acceptance, Arden's lyrics reflect her determination to navigate a world that often seeks to confine individuality. While she embraces exuberance in her melodies, there's an undercurrent of defiance in tracks that challenge conventional norms and invite listeners to embrace their unique paths. Billie Arden's artistry extends beyond mere entertainment; it serves as an invitation to dance freely while celebrating one's true self, ensuring that each release resonates deeply with those seeking inspiration in both life and music.
The Wrong Daughter
Billie Arden
I left at seventeen before the bread was warm
took the blue suitcase nobody claimed
Mother stood polishing the same clean glass
Dad read the paper without turning a page
There was a woman’s name behind the pantry clock
written twice then crossed with a kitchen knife
I asked who she was
They asked why I was still awake
Huh
They said “You’ll understand when you’re older”
So I got older somewhere else
I was gone before the kettle sang
gone before they fixed their tale
Let them blame my age my temper
let them blame the morning train
I was gone gone gone—
they can call it running if they like
I didn’t leave because they hated me
I left because they knew me wrong
Years later a stranger stopped me near the docks
said “You walk exactly like she did”
I laughed and asked “Who?”
She looked at me as though I’d made a joke
Then she handed me a photograph:
my father younger one hand out of frame
and a girl with my uneven teeth
wearing the blue suitcase name tag
Huh Small world
Terrible handwriting
She said “Your mother tried her best”
I said “Which one?”
I was gone before the kettle sang
gone before they fixed their tale
Let them blame my age my temper
let them blame the morning train
I was gone gone gone—
they can call it running if they like
I didn’t leave because they hated me
I left because they knew me wrong
Maybe I was kept
Maybe I was traded
Maybe love gets very polite
when the truth is complicated
I never asked again
That keeps them nervous
I was gone before the kettle sang
gone before they fixed their tale
Let them polish every answer
I know where the story fails
I was gone gone gone—
huh they still insist I’m wild
I didn’t leave because I hated them
I left as someone else’s child
CREDITS
Performer: Billie Arden
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Weight On My Shoulders
Ashton Vance
Verified Artist
Ashton Vance
Ashton Vance, an Algerian-born, France-raised musician, is a name that carries some weight in the local music scene. An undisputed pillar of the independent circuit, Vance ropes in audiences with his stunning knowledge of music and undeniable love for funk. Known as much for his beat-dropping basslines as his witty onstage banter, Vance strikes the perfect balance between intensity and humor, just like your favorite high school gym teacher.
A dedicated football enthusiast, Vance once had dreams of becoming a pro on the field. Unfortunately, an injury cut his budding football career short but gave rise to his musical pursuits, marking the beginning of an unexpected detour into melodic wonderland. In a strange twist of fate, Vance entered the limelight. but with a microphone rather than a football at his feet.
His hit indie song "Weight on My Shoulders" echoes the struggle and triumph of his journey - from a wannabe footballer to a sought-after musician. The track is a testament to his ability to turn the mundane and the melancholic into musical gold. Crafted with Filodyo, his unmatchable style and impressive lyrical depth have managed to shoulder the weight of acclaim without buckling.
Vance's love for music is written all over his work, receiving praise from critics and fans alike. He may not have made it to the football field, but in the realm of independent music, Ashton Vance is very much a superstar. And to think that all it took was a sprained ankle and a broken record to jumpstart the journey of this funk fanatic – talk about a sliding tackle right into fame's goalpost!
Weight On My Shoulders
Ashton Vance
She's a faded memory now
Faded like the sunset in the west
She's a faded memory now
I know there ain't no way that I'll forget
The road comes in and the road goes out
I'm driving this truck all alone again
Just letting time slip away
Feel the weight of the highway in every step
She's a faded memory now
Faded like the sunset in the west
She's a faded memory now
I know there ain't no way that I'll forget
There ain't nothing darker than the night away from her
But there ain't no sound louder than the silence in this town
I don't know a weaker man than the one that I became
But I know what I've been going through now
This ain't no way
Heaven ain't got no say
And they raise the rent in hell from week to week
Out here
Time stands still
All we have is what we need and
All we are is under our feet
The road comes in and the road goes out
I'm driving this truck all alone again
Just letting time slip away
Feel the weight of the highway in every step
CREDITS
Performer: Ashton Vance
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Algo Rhthym
Mark Martian
Verified Artist
Mark Martian
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.
CREDITS
Performer: Mark Martian
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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We Don’t Need A R...
Alia Bergen
Verified Artist
Alia Bergen
Alia Bergen, an emerging name in the vibrant dance music scene of Amsterdam, weaves together elements of house and electronic with a distinctly intimate touch. With her warm analog bass lines and punchy kick patterns, Alia invites listeners into her sonic world, where airy vocals dance over lush stereo pads and subtle piano stabs create an enveloping atmosphere. Her latest track, "Desert Frequency," embodies this spirit, coupling hopeful and playful themes with evolving textures that pulse with life. The organic darbuka grooves layered beneath modern house rhythms add a unique rhythmic complexity that sets her apart.
Hailing from a background steeped in musical exploration, Alia began her journey by collaborating with local musicians who shared her passion for combining traditional sounds with contemporary beats. Their initial meetings at open mic nights sparked a creative partnership that would lead to the formation of her solo project. Each track in her catalog, including future releases poised to build on the success of "Desert Frequency," explores themes of connection and intimacy, often capturing fleeting moments with poetic lyricism that resonates deeply with her audience.
In Alia's music, every sound serves a purpose—whether it's the shimmering plucks that evoke a sense of wonder or the playful slaps that drive the energy forward. Her ability to blend sensuality with inspiration creates an inviting landscape for listeners, making them feel as if they are part of an unfolding narrative. As she continues to develop her craft and refine her artistic identity, Alia Bergen remains committed to producing tracks that inspire joy and connection through rhythm and melody.
We Don’t Need A Reason
Alia Bergen
Your name on my tongue
Like salt on my lips
You pull me under slow
With those little wrist flips
I was out of time
You were out of sight
Then you stepped right in
And turned my dark to white
Hold me in the groove
Don’t let it fade away
Hands up heart open
We can make it stay
Closer closer now
Feel the room unlock
One more little move
And you know I’ll stop
Pull me in
Pull me in
Velvet tide take me in
Pull me in
Pull me in
We don’t need a reason
You laugh with your eyes
And I fall in line
One touch on my sleeve
And the whole world aligns
We talk in the bassline
We move in the glow
Every step you take
Makes the whole night slow
Hold me in the groove
Don’t let it fade away
Hands up heart open
We can make it stay
Closer closer now
Feel the room unlock
One more little move
And you know I’ll stop
Pull me in
Pull me in
Velvet tide take me in
Pull me in
Pull me in
We don’t need a reason
I came in late with my jacket half-zipped
Saw you by the speaker had to give the whole room up quick
You move like you know every beat got a memory
I’m tryna keep cool but you keep pulling energy
Phone face down I’m not tryna look busy
You say one word and the whole place get dizzy
No big talk just the tap of your hand
Now I’m locked to your timing like a kick and a snare
We don’t gotta force it no script no scene
You hit that corner and I follow the sheen
If you say “go” then I’m already there
With your name in my mouth and the bass in the air
Now it’s just your breath
And the pulse between
Skin on skin yeah
You know what I mean
Pull me in
Pull me in
Velvet tide take me in
Pull me in
Pull me in
We don’t need a reason
CREDITS
Performer: Alia Bergen
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Crossed Wires
Liora Penn
Verified Artist
Liora Penn
Liora Penn is a captivating UK garage pop singer whose music deftly combines crisp rhythmic delivery with an emotionally charged melodic style. Her approach to two-step grooves showcases a natural affinity for movement, inviting listeners to engage both physically and emotionally. With an emphasis on precise hooks, Liora crafts songs that resonate with a relatable authenticity, reflecting the complexities of modern relationships. This connection between her lyrics and the listener's personal experiences forms the backbone of her artistic identity.
Her standout track "Crossed Wires" epitomizes her signature sound, seamlessly blending dance, electronic, and pop elements into a bittersweet yet energetic offering. The playful undertones in her production enhance the emotional depth of her storytelling, inviting audiences to explore themes of love, miscommunication, and introspection. Liora's collaborative relationship with producer Hakan E. has further polished her contemporary sound, ensuring each release maintains a fresh and vibrant edge while anchoring it firmly within the UK garage pop landscape.
As Liora continues to evolve as an artist, her catalog promises to expand on the themes of connection and emotional honesty that define her work. By navigating the interplay between upbeat rhythms and more contemplative lyricism, she invites listeners into a world where every beat carries significance. Whether dancing in celebration or reflecting in stillness, fans find a piece of themselves within Liora's music, making her an essential voice in today's independent music scene.
Crossed Wires
Liora Penn
You call at two I miss by one
Two small signals come undone
Your name glows blue across my phone
I read it twice then walk back home
A simple word arrives too late
A second chance meets a closing gate
We keep our pride on separate lines
Then blame bad luck for broken signs
One step left one step right
Same small spark on different nights
Say it plain cut through noise
Give this feeling back its voice
Crossed wires crossed wires
Every message feeds the fire
You say stay I hear goodbye
We lose truth between reply
Crossed wires crossed wires
No more guessing no more liars
Call me now I will be clear
What I want is having you here
Your friends say wait mine say move
None of them can choose our truth
We trade three dots then let them fade
A tiny war that we both made
I know your habits you know mine
How we turn care to warning signs
So drop that script forget who wins
Let one good sentence pull us back again
One step left one step right
Same small spark on different nights
Say it plain cut through noise
Give this feeling back its voice
Crossed wires crossed wires
Every message feeds the fire
You say stay I hear goodbye
We lose truth between reply
Crossed wires crossed wires
No more guessing no more liars
Call me now I will be clear
What I want is having you here
No coded phrase no careful pose
Say what hurts and what still grows
I can take an honest line
If you can take this heart of mine
Crossed wires crossed wires
Now we cut across that fire
You say stay I hear it right
We choose us and end this fight
Crossed wires crossed wires
No more guessing no more liars
Call me now I will be clear
What I want is having you here
CREDITS
Performer: Liora Penn
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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