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The Rest of My Life
Romeo Vane
Verified Artist
Romeo Vane
"Romeo Vane: at the ripe age of 25, this American pop-rock comet is shooting across the Alternative universe, spreading hope with doses of edgy authenticity. Born and bred in the sonic heartland of the Windy City, he’s a Chicagoan with an unapologetic knack for compelling narratives and an obsession for truth.
Whether it's life's sharp corners or the soft bruises of love, Romeo Vane's got a knack for rolling them into tunes that blend breezy alt-rock melodies with the raw, gritty flavor of pop. His stage name isn't for show; Romeo comes with a romantic bravado that'd make Shakespeare blush, and the barbed tongue of a true Windy City native. Just tune into "Kiss Me When I'm Lying" - it's less of a song, more a rollercoaster ride through hope, heartbreak, and hilariously serious self-deprecation.
Despite his youth, he's seen more than enough of life's ups and downs, packaging the human experience into easily digestible nuggets of melodic wisdom. Romeo Vane’s music is the kind that makes you call your ex at 2 a.m., cry a little, laugh a lot, and still believe in the dream of a better dawn. Now, how's that for a self-made, alternative songwriter from the city that never sleeps?"
The Rest of My Life
Romeo Vane
I used to think forever
Was a word people say
When the night feels perfect
Then it slips away
But you walked in so quietly
Like you already knew
Every road I ever wanted
Was leading me to you
And I don’t need the whole world
Standing on my side
I just need your hand
Reaching out for mine
For the rest of my life
I’ll be where you are
Through the ordinary mornings
Through the falling stars
For the rest of my life
Every step every mile
I’ll love you in the silence
I’ll love you through the wild
When the music fades
And the lights go low
You’re the only home
I’ll ever want to know
For the rest of my life
I choose you tonight
And every day after
For the rest of my life
You don’t have to be perfect
You don’t have to try
I love the way you look at me
When you’re about to cry
We’ll have our little heartbreaks
We’ll have our careless days
But I’ll be the one beside you
When the colors change
And I don’t need a promise
Louder than the sky
Just say you’ll keep choosing me
One day at a time
For the rest of my life
I’ll be where you are
Through the ordinary mornings
Through the falling stars
For the rest of my life
Every step every mile
I’ll love you in the silence
I’ll love you through the wild
When the music fades
And the lights go low
You’re the only home
I’ll ever want to know
For the rest of my life
I choose you tonight
And every day after
For the rest of my life
No golden words
Could ever be enough
No diamond ring
Could hold this kind of love
Just take my hand
And don’t let go
Wherever time runs
That’s where we’ll go
For the rest of my life
I’ll be where you are
Through the ordinary mornings
Through the falling stars
For the rest of my life
Every step every mile
I’ll love you in the silence
I’ll love you through the wild
When the music fades
And the lights go low
You’re the only home
I’ll ever want to know
For the rest of my life
I choose you tonight
And every day after
For the rest of my life
For the rest of my life
For the rest of my life
I choose you tonight
For the rest of my life
CREDITS
Performer: Romeo Vane
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Albion
Erik Lindholm
Verified Artist
Erik Lindholm
Swedish born and dance-floor dominator, Erik Lindholm, boasts a temperament as lively as his pulsating bass lines. His sonic sensibilities, threaded through every groove in his heart-thumping dance maestro, are as intriguing as the tale of his journey to the top of the beat kingdom.
Raised in the heart of Gothenburg, Lindholm's coming-of-age could be likened to a groovy scandi-noir episode spiced with Abba tracks. His gruff but supportive Fishmonger father, Olaf, served up his son's first taste of rhythm with the flick of his filleting knife, while his samba-loving mother, Ingrid, nurtured his love for infectious cadence. Schooldays were filled with misadventures involving tin-can drum sets, impromptu corridor concerts, and confiscated mixtapes. Bet his bemused math teacher never guessed this rebel with a cause would rise as a dance music sovereign.
Advertising his outright refusal to be pigeonholed, Lindholm's "Albion" is more than an axiom of his sound, it's a representation of his relentless pursuit of reinvention. This dance-infused ode to joy, shimmers with synths, pulsates with kinetic beats and is as intoxicating as a round of round-the-clock-midsummer-Swedish-sunshine. It's a rollicking auditory journey aptly capturing his carpe diem approach to making people move and groove.
Erik Lindholm's music vividly paints a colorful backdrop of effervescent vibes and infectious enthusiasm. And while we could end this with something delightfully corny like, "this Scandinavian sensation is dancing to the beat of his own drum machine," let's leave it at this - Lindholm lives to make hearts thump in sync with his beats, and folks, he sure succeeds.
Albion
Erik Lindholm
Why do great times feel so silent
Why do doormen wear rags
Why do women in love
Feel so dead
In a dead world why do great times feel so silent
Over ripped sheet music why do doormen wear rags
On the Pavonia sewers why do women in love
Feel so dead in a dead world
Where Albion is silent where Albion is silent
Why do great times feel so silent
Why do doormen wear rags
Why do women in love
Feel so dead
Why is our pretty nurse standing there
Why that sorry expression on the face of her lover
So I spake to him of womankind
I said here council's floral it svours like the thyme
He said
How could you blame me when I told you it was her
I said
And we know the truth
You're a lover like your father
Later in the painting room as Ripper's painting light
Comes the lover placed by my hand
On the canvas of our wedding night
There a similitude derues your lover's blush tonight
As her florescent eyes explore mine
So remember even flowers are suseptible to night
CREDITS
Performer: Erik Lindholm
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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With Whom I'm Meeting
Kai Spectrum
Verified Artist
Kai Spectrum
Kai Spectrum is a wizard of the turntables, a maestro of the mixing decks, hailing straight from the vibrant music scene of Almanya. He's not your ordinary DJ, in fact, he may be the only one in history who'd dare to use 'various' and 'vocals' in the same sentence with nothing but charm. Often found nestled in his Almanya studio, Spectrum spends his days (and let's be honest, most of his nights) crafting pulsating beats solely for the ears of his loyal listeners on the enigmatic platform, filodyo.
One of Spectrum's most notable conquests in the music sphere is "With Whom I'm Meeting". A brainchild of Spectrum's unconventional brilliance, this track shows off his knack for layering unexpected vocals over his signature groovy beats. But much like the man himself, this song proves that there's more than meets the eye - or in this case, the ear. For those who listen closely, "With Whom I'm Meeting" whispers a tale of Spectrum's uncanny ability to blur the lines between the sonic and the narrative, making the audience question, just who are they meeting? Rest assured, dear reader, the answer will always be - the music, their own imagination, and the whimsical humor of Kai Spectrum.
With Whom I'm Meeting
Kai Spectrum
Sweat in patches drenching my hoodie
No seduction
Clear as it should be
Although too tired to exercise even
I can walk to the alley or even the other precinct
Was I (And did you even listen?)
Mad like Dad (When I wanted to hold on?)
With whom I'm meeting
On this earth of neon light
Under stardust
The past flickering
But it's getting cold outside
My third lollipop
A fabled bloodsucker
They make fun of me
But it's my true character
Jingle bells outside
Kids in the dark
Can't help but think of home and how it fell apart
Was I (And did you even listen?)
Mad like Dad (When I wanted to hold on?)
With whom I'm meeting
On this earth of neon light
Under stardust
The past flickering
But it's getting cold outside
Nothing's subtle
They've exposed the situation
Here's a summary of the monetization
Buy their cheap toys
Last year's commemorations
And throw it away to save another generation
With whom I'm meeting
On this earth of neon light
Under stardust
The past flickering
But it's getting cold outside
CREDITS
Performer: Kai Spectrum
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Try If You Can
The Fog Has Teeth
Try If You Can
The Fog Has Teeth
CREDITS
Performer: The Fog Has Teeth
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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The Song That Never...
The Light Below
The Song That Never Ends
The Light Below
Well it goes on and on my friend
We can't pretend
We knew it was love
I mean a friend of a friend of a friend
Started singing this song
So we decided to join in
And we'll keep singing it
The way we did before
And you can sing along
And you can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
Goes on and on and on my friend
And if you pretend
You knew it was love
Then you knew you were wrong
'Cause it never ends
You just started to sing along
And we'll keep singing it
The way we did before
And you can sing along
And you can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
Goes on and on my friend
Goes on and on my friend
Goes on and on my friend
Goes on and on my friend
Goes on and on my friend
Goes on and on my friend
Goes on and on my friend
Goes on and on my friend
And you can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
CREDITS
Performer: The Light Below
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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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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Keep Me In That
Adam Lamo
Verified Artist
Adam Lamo
Feeding off the neon pulse of Las Vegas, Adam Lamo has boogie-wired our hearts to irresistible dance beats like no one else. His music is more infectious than a hangover from an all-night disco party, and just as unforgettable.
Picture this: a youthful Adam, prowling the technicolor streets of Vegas, the city's rhythm flowing through his veins like liquid gold. With "Keep Me In That", Lamo masterfully bottled that dazzling, Frank Sinatra meets Calvin Harris vibe. The beats are sunnier than a Vegas summer heatwave and guaranteed to lift any moody blackjack player off their stool and onto the dancefloor.
Mr. Lamo whips up melodies that make choosing to sit out not an option, but a crime against fun itself. His music's joy factor hits harder than a final-round knockout; it's not just dance, it's happiness in audio form. Consider yourselves officially warned: surrender to the irresistible allure of Adam Lamo's beat, or risk a lifetime of being a total party pooper. Our lad from Vegas didn't just show up; he's here to make us dance 'til sunrise and beyond.
Keep Me In That
Adam Lamo
Strangers in the backseat city hum’s a lullaby
Silhouettes in rearview glass fading with the sky
No confessions just the tension
Sipping on a moment we won’t define
And I pull the static closer
Your eyes say more than closure
Burning through the calm again—mmm ahh—yeah
We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state
Tuned to our own channel we’re no one's broadcast
We don't leave trails only moments that last
No compass no plans
Just two outliers with no demands
Every glitch is gold tonight
We’re wired for the fight or flight
Touch like gravity—hmm—aah—pulls me right
We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state
No rewind just loops we bend
Every second a means not the end
Not broken—just bent in rhythm
Hah—mm-mm—hah
Cold air warm static—
No words left just the habit
[Final Chorus]
We crash like it's art no frame can hold us
Running on fumes but the night still chose us
Pulse in sync no need for fate
Ooh—yeah keep me in that state
(Hey!) keep me in that—(uh!) state—woah
CREDITS
Performer: Adam Lamo
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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Better Without Proof
Bitter Palm
Verified Artist
Bitter Palm
Bitter Palm is an enchanting duo formed by two American vocalists, Maya Lark and Jenna Kaye, who met during their studies at a prestigious conservatory. Their shared passion for music blossomed into a partnership that effortlessly blends their voices into a harmonious tapestry of sound. With backgrounds in both indie and pop, they have cultivated a distinctive style that showcases both their individual talents and their chemistry as a duo.
Their catalog, though still budding with the standout track "Better Without Proof," carries an aura of playful optimism that resonates with listeners. The song reflects their infectious energy, characterized by upbeat melodies and hopeful lyrics that invite a sense of joy into everyday life. Each performance radiates their bubbly personalities, and their live shows often leave audiences feeling uplifted and inspired. They explore themes such as empowerment and self-acceptance, making their music relatable to a wide range of fans.
Maya and Jenna aim to develop their sound further, promising more tracks that delve into the complexities of modern life while maintaining their core essence of happiness and hope. As they continue to write and produce new material, Bitter Palm seeks to carve out a unique space in the indie-pop landscape, inviting fans to experience the uplifting world they create together. With each release, they look forward to connecting deeper with their audience through heartfelt storytelling and vibrant melodies.
Better Without Proof
Bitter Palm
You sent a message
Then took it back
I saw enough there
Between each gap
No big confession
No perfect scene
Just two people
Out of routine
I kept my answer
Short and kind
Left all the reasons
Out of my mind
You wanted closure
Clean and small
I gave you nothing
You could call
I used to replay
Every little word
Now I let it pass
Unrehearsed
I used to bend
Just to make us fit
Now I stand straight
And live with it
I’m better without proof
Better without blame
Better without you
Saying my name
I don’t need the last word
I don’t need the truth
I got myself back
Better without proof
Better better
Better without proof
Better better
Better without you
You still look polished
From far away
Like all the damage
Had a clean face
I don’t feel bitter
I don’t feel small
I just feel ready
To want more
Some days are easy
Some days are not
But I don’t bargain
With what I lost
You had your version
I had mine too
Both can be real
And still be through
I used to replay
Every little word
Now I let it pass
Unrehearsed
I used to bend
Just to make us fit
Now I stand straight
And live with it
I’m better without proof
Better without blame
Better without you
Saying my name
I don’t need the last word
I don’t need the truth
I got myself back
Better without proof
Better better
Better without proof
Better better
Better without you
No more checking
If you regret it
No more waiting
For some clean edit
I don’t carry
What we ruined
I just keep moving
Like I’m used to it
You can keep
Your side of pain
I can keep
My new last name
I’m better without proof
Better without blame
Better without you
Saying my name
I don’t need the last word
I don’t need the truth
I got myself back
Better without proof
Better better
Better without proof
Better better
Better without you
I’m better without proof
Better without blame
Better without you
Saying my name
Mm
I don’t need proof now
I just know
CREDITS
Performer: Bitter Palm
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Falling
Sienna Marlowe
Verified Artist
Sienna Marlowe
Born and bred in the heart of Italy, Sienna Marlowe is a singer whose voice echoes with the rich history and timeless elegance of her homeland. As a child, Sienna would trespass into deserted train stations, her little voice echoing off the crumbling walls and intertwining with the rusted whispers of the forgotten railways. Her imagination would paint these forlorn shrieks of metal and dust into an imagined symphony of applause, encouraging her to believe in a world where silence spoke volumes and the stillness of an abandoned platform could become her music's grandest stage.
Passionate and prodigiously talented, Marlowe saw the world through a unique lens, where dreams danced in every corner. Her breakthrough hit, "I'm Not The One," captures this spirit perfectly, weaving a tale of love and perhaps a dash of Italian dramatic flair into an unforgettable, raw, powerful ballad. This song, much like Marlowe's career, is a testament to her innate ability to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, transforming everyday experiences into melodies that tug on heartstrings and tickle the soul. As a music biographer, you can't help but tip your hat to Sienna, who just might shout "Bravissimo!" at a rust-caked railway track, and you'd better believe it would be the most melodious cheer you've ever heard.
The heart of Sienna Marlowe's story is as simple and as complicated as a rusted railway line - it's about finding beauty in the abandoned, and a voice in the silence. Her journey from that deserted train station in Italy to the glamorous spotlight of international fame is a captivating symphony in itself. Hopping on this train of her musical journey, it's impossible not to sway along to the endearing rhythm of Sienna's life, one that serenades us with the notion that music truly knows no bounds – not even a "Do Not Enter" sign at an old train station.
Falling
Sienna Marlowe
Don't know when it'll fall away
Lighting up just to light the way
Another town on an endless road
And if I go
I hope you will forgive me
Mama
I hope you found your peace
In the place of your taming
Baby
I hope you think of me
The lighter click and the bottle top
The colored sky is now charcoal fog
And somehow
I'm still a child
With the wildfire
I hope you will forgive me
Mama
I hope you found your peace
In the place of your taming
Baby
I hope you think of me
Against all odds
Still stand tall
Tripped and fell
I made a call
And I got back up
Though I'm seasick and half-forsaken
Got one good hand for the other breakin'
And at times
Too much
But
Baby
I'm fallin'
In your arms
I could feel my fate
But the swaying never goes away
And now the girl sits on goat hill
She's mine now still
CREDITS
Performer: Sienna Marlowe
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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All Night
Kaito
Verified Artist
Kaito
Kaito is a captivating adult Japanese electronic pop and contemporary R&B artist whose sleek after-dark identity resonates with listeners. Known for his intimate vocals and minimalist hooks, Kaito's music creates an atmospheric space where the pulsating rhythms and bass-driven club production come alive. Each track invites audiences to lose themselves in a world of sound, exemplified by his latest release, "All Night," which showcases his ability to weave emotional depth into infectious grooves.
The essence of Kaito's artistry lies in his controlled and magnetic stage presence, captivating fans as he performs with finesse. His style reflects a blend of genres that create a seamless experience, allowing him to connect deeply with his audience. The interplay of electronic elements and smooth R&B vibes fosters a sense of intimacy, perfect for both late-night escapades and reflective moments.
With a growing catalog, Kaito continues to push the boundaries of adult electronic music, inviting listeners to explore their emotions through rhythm and melody. His work stands as a testament to the power of music as a universal language, bridging cultures and experiences while keeping the dancefloor alive with energy and connection.
All Night
Kaito
Yeah… uh-huh
Turn it up turn it up — woo!
Lights down low
I move you know
One touch — slow
don’t let me go
Hands on me
heartbeat loud
Lost in sound
can’t stop now
We go all night (yeah!)
till the sunrise (uh!)
Your body my vibe —
we don’t need no alibi
We go all night (o-oh!)
just you and I (na-na)
Can’t fake this high —
we go all night
All night all night — yeah!
All night all night — woo!
Touch me move right —
we go all night
Flash that smile
heat goes wild
You pull I slide
our worlds collide
Bass so deep
we lose control
One look I know —
I want your soul
We go all night (yeah!)
till the sunrise (uh!)
Your body my vibe —
we don’t need no alibi
We go all night (o-oh!)
just you and I (na-na)
Can’t fake this high —
we go all night
All night all night — o-oh!
All night all night — yeah!
We don’t talk we just vibe
we go all night
CREDITS
Performer: Kaito
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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