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Play Me Like That
Kira Mavell

Verified Verified Artist

Kira Mavell
Kira Mavell hails from a family steeped in musical tradition, where every gathering felt like an impromptu jam session rather than a set of lofty aspirations. Growing up surrounded by melodies, the young artist found herself at home with the rhythm, but it was her decision to step away from the familiar circle that illuminated her distinctive voice. Leaving behind the supportive dynamic of family performances allowed Kira to embrace a bold solo path, crafting songs that speak to both joy and introspection.

With tracks like "Play Me Like That," Kira masterfully intertwines playful melodies with vivid lyrical imagery, inviting listeners into a world where every glance and beat feels electric. Her vibrant pop sound is infused with a happiness that resonates deeply, striking a balance between lightheartedness and poignant storytelling. The song captures moments of connection and flirtation, reflecting the excitement of falling in sync with someone special. Each note celebrates the thrill of living in the moment while hinting at deeper emotions just beneath the surface.

Based in Toronto, Kira has begun to carve out her niche within the local music scene, captivating audiences through small venues and intimate settings. Her recent performances at spots like The Drake Hotel have garnered her a loyal following, eager for more of the infectious energy she brings to the stage. As she continues to develop her catalog, songs like "Play Me Like That" serve as perfect stepping stones, showcasing her growth as an artist poised for greater adventures ahead.
Track(s)
Play Me Like That 1082 03:19

Play Me Like That

Kira Mavell


"Silver on my steps rhythm on my skin"
"Doors don’t open for me — they give in"

I see you trying hard just to keep control
But the rhythm pulls you in takes your body whole
Every look you send feels like a coded sign
I can feel you matching up with my borderline

You want a taste of the crown I wear
Come and follow the spark if you dare
I’m the rule that you can’t unlearn
Once you’re in there’s no return

Play me like that don’t hold back
I move with a beat that you can’t track
Turn me around I react
To the thrill that keeps us intact
Play me like that stay on beat
I rise when the crowd moves under my feet
If you want me take the lead
Show me just how deep you can compete

Your confidence is loud but I’m louder still
You’re steady on the surface but I break your will
Glitter on my skin yeah it’s part of the game
When I own the moment you remember my name

You want a taste of the crown I wear
Come and follow the spark if you dare
I’m the rule that you can’t unlearn
Once you’re in there’s no return

Play me like that don’t hold back
I move with a beat that you can’t track
Turn me around I react
To the thrill that keeps us intact
Play me like that stay on beat
I rise when the crowd moves under my feet
If you want me take the lead
Show me just how deep you can compete

Step in bass low let me draw the line
You’re a headline moment I’m the underline
Got a pulse in my chest that syncs with yours
Every move you make rewrites the score

I’m not here to pretend I’m here to claim
You carry that fire I match the flame
Your confidence hits like a sudden break
Got me hooked on every step you take

Slide through the crowd like you’re meant to reign
I’m reading your style like a coded chain
If you want a partner that can match your spark
I’m the one who turns your mark to art

So spin it twist it give me that cue
I can take the lead or follow you
Either way you move I move right back
You hit the groove — I hit the track

No hesitation no rewind
Just two bodies in perfect design
If you want the highlight of your night
Follow me and you’ll get it right

Play me like that don’t hold back
I move with a beat that you can’t track
Turn me around I react
To the thrill that keeps us intact
Play me like that stay on beat
I rise when the crowd moves under my feet
If you want me take the lead
Show me just how deep you can compete

Play me like that… play me like that
You know I like it when you push right back

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Falling Faster
Lucas Hale

Verified Verified Artist

Lucas Hale
Born and raised in Amsterdam, Lucas Hale is a rising singer-songwriter blending modern pop with cinematic, atmospheric sounds. His passion for music started early, but it wasn’t until he moved to Prague for university that he truly embraced his artistry. While studying digital media, Lucas spent nights crafting melodies in his dorm room and performing at underground venues across the city.

Aside from music, Lucas also works as a model, bringing his sharp features and effortless style to fashion campaigns across Europe. His debut single, Falling Faster, captures the electrifying rush of youthful adventure, blending deep beats with haunting melodies. With a voice that carries both power and emotion, Lucas Hale is an artist on the verge of something big.
Track(s)
Falling Faster 1009 03:12

Falling Faster

Lucas Hale


Midnight air hums with static desire
Footsteps dance on asphalt fire
Silent glances spark a chain
A gravity we can't explain

Running where the skyline fades
Hearts collide like crashing waves
Every second pulls us in
No return no where no when

Falling faster losing sight
Through the noise we burn alive
No illusions no escape
Just the thrill we recreate

Veins are charged like city wires
Fingertips trace maps of fire
No one else can feel this way
Lost in time but we won’t stay

Running where the skyline fades
Hearts collide like crashing waves
Every second pulls us in
No return no where no when

Falling faster losing sight
Through the noise we burn alive
No illusions no escape
Just the thrill we recreate

No rewind no slowing down
We are sparks in restless towns
One last breath one last dive
This is what it means to thrive

Silent echoes fading trails
Chasing something leaving tales

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Listen, Kid
Dual Mode

Listen, Kid

Dual Mode


Alright
You don’t have to listen
But maybe —
maybe you should

Start with water
Not some fake fitness elixir
Just water
Sip it before your coffee
then sip it again after your regrets

Sleep is not weakness
Neither is asking for help
Just don’t ask the internet
It thinks garlic cures everything

Call your dad
Even if the call is quiet
Especially then

When in doubt clean something
Start small
Your desk
Your browser history
Your heart

Buy plants
Name them after people who once hurt you
Then watch them die peacefully in a well-lit corner

Don’t trust anyone who brags about how little they sleep
They’re not deep — they’re tired
Same thing with people who always "grind"
They’re not hungry — they’re running from something

Eat the fruit before it wrinkles
Like your plans
Don’t let them rot in the bowl

Stretch your knees
Take care of them like they’re the last pair you’ll get
Because they are

Your hair?
Stop pulling at it
It’s not a problem to solve
It’s a crown
Messy is still royalty

Read the damn book
Even if it’s slow
Even if you forget what you just read
You’ll remember the part that matters
That’s how memory works —
selectively like a moody DJ

Take your time
Don’t forget to breathe
Hold what’s light
And let go what grieves

Unfollow people who make you feel small
You’re not rude — you’re pruning

Call your old friends
Not because they need you
But because you still remember
how they laughed in eighth grade

Skip one party
Leave one message on read
Stay in on a Friday
and let your spine remember what pillows feel like

Stop saying sorry when you mean thank you
And stop apologizing for taking up space
You do
You’re allowed to

Take the photo
You look better than you think
Years from now
that version of you will say “Hey thanks for not deleting me”

And hey
walk more
Even if it's just to the fridge and back
Even if it's aimless
Especially if it's aimless

Take your time
Don’t forget to breathe
Hold what’s light
And let go what grieves

You’re still here
That means something
Now go
Just don’t run

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Borrowed Cutlery
Asha Monroex

Verified Verified Artist

Asha Monroex
Asha Monroex, a New York native, is a self-made artist carving out her own niche in the world of Independent Pop. Best known for her hit single "New York, I Loved You," Monroex is as much a part of the city's fabric as its yellow taxis and insomniac lifestyle.

A craftswoman of melancholic melodies, Asha's artistry spirals on downbeat rhythms and swirls of synth-driven soundscapes that resonate with her heartfelt lyricism. She's the type of artist who pens her poignant prose amidst the organized chaos of her Lower East Side apartment, making her music feels as personal as being let in on a closely guarded secret.

Inherently prolific, Monroex is a master at evoking emotional responses with her emotionally charged tracks. She captures the long teary taxi rides home and 3 am heartbreak with a quiet grace and majesty that far surpasses her fellow indie pop peers. Her melodies come through not as songs, but as anthems for those who've experienced love and loss in the city that never sleeps.

Always genuine and undeniably relatable, Asha endears herself to her listeners by turning sorrow into swagger, one resonating note at a time. Her music isn't just a catalogue of songs; it's a journey through the ups and downs of life in the big city, wrapped up in a soulful pop package. And trust us, once you're on this ride, you're not going to want to get off.
Track(s)
Half of the Ledger 0 04:20
Borrowed Cutlery 829 04:22
New York, I Loved You 376 04:42

Borrowed Cutlery

Asha Monroex


You came in late
With a theory about forks and fate
I kept my coat
You said my silence needed one more note
Your drink went warm
While you described your personal reform
I changed my mind
Halfway through a sentence you redesigned

Too neat
You make good manners sound incomplete
Too sure
You diagnose the waiter and the furniture

Give me the crooked part
The bit that never learned to behave
Skip the polished start
I’d rather hear what you forgot to save
Don’t make it beautiful
Make it useful for a minute or two
Something disputable
Something that could only come from you

The bass moved first
You called it elegant then called it cursed
I missed the beat
You drew a diagram across the receipt
Your mouth said “fine”
Your eyebrows filed an appeal against mine
The plates were cleared
But somehow your complaint just reappeared

One step
Then a paragraph with nothing left
Two sips
And now we’re arguing about eclipse
No script
Just brass behaving badly at the hip

Give me the crooked part
The bit that never learned to behave
Skip the polished start
I’d rather hear what you forgot to save
Don’t make it beautiful
Make it useful for a minute or two
Something disputable
Something that could only come from you

You want a verdict
I brought a question with no proper ending
You want precision
I brought a rhythm that resents explaining

Call it defective
Call it a habit with excellent shoes

Call it selective
I call it knowing what not to refuse

Stay odd
Let all the tidy couples blame the odds
Stay sharp
Keep one good insult hidden after dark

Give me the crooked part
The one you never put on display
No ceremonial heart
No careful phrase rehearsed on the way

Keep it improbable
Keep it a little too clever to prove
Almost impossible
But still with enough nerve left to move

You took the spoon
I took the story
Fair enough
You looked less boring

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Viva Pulso
Auralink

Viva Pulso

Auralink



¡Viva el sistema!
¡Viva el sistema!

¡Viva el sistema!
Vamos
Ritmo
Poder

¡Sube!
Libre
Control
¡Viva!

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Recognize
Felix Dobrev

Verified Verified Artist

Felix Dobrev
Meet Felix Dobrev, Sofia's best-kept secret, "dance" virtuoso extraordinaire, and ultimate purveyor of auditory happiness. An independent artist with charisma thicker than his grandmother's Bulgarian yogurt, he's ready to make the world "Recognize."

Born and bred in the heart of Bulgaria, Felix bloomed amid the lively buskers and the distinctive throb of the Balkan music scene, watching, learning, and nursing his own musical genius. This maestro of merriment can put a rhythm into anything quicker than a Baba slinging banitsa, and he is already proving to be the 'estest' of Sofia (fastest, and funniest) to hit the independent dance scene.

His most popular song, "Recognize," has the potent magic of turning gloomy Mondays into radiant Fridays, real Sofia-style. The track has genuine Dobrev charm: infectious beats that tug at your heartstrings as powerfully as they force your feet into grooves, making you feel like you're bouncing on the clouds above Vitosha Mountain.

Felix Dobrev isn't just any go-to party playlist contender. He's better. A creator of endorphin-evoking dance tracks that sparkle with joy and jive with wit, Felix is setting musical trends faster than the city’s tramcars. Prepare yourself to get caught up in his upbeat, unmistakable rhythm... just remember to "Recognize" where you first heard it!
Track(s)
Recognize 481 02:53

Recognize

Felix Dobrev


It's rainy outside snowing outside
And pour me in ice cold water swell my chest
To make me hard to weep to lie to lie
But I will find another route
Yeah

'Cause
Baby
It's easy for me now
And if I have another chance
I will never ask a second chance

For now you recognize the sound
The sound is good
For now you recognize the light
The source of the light
(Uh) (ah)
(Ah)

Saw me very low
And use to call me mad as bad as you could
But hush
My baby
I don't mind
It's what sublime
Sublime

But make after now it's easy for me finally
Seems that I never felt you love me truly anyway

For now you recognize the sound
The sound is good
For now you recognize the light
The source of the light
(Uh) (uh)
(Ah)
(Ah)

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Tell Me (ft Ali M)
Toni Royale

Verified Verified Artist

Toni Royale
Toni Royale, aka "The Crown Jewel of Arkansas," is an artist who has gracefully stretched across genres, maintaining just enough mystery to keep us hooked. Born and bred in the land of deep-fried chicken and endless cornfields, her musical journey began beside the grand piano in her grandmother's parlor, a sanctuary of nostalgia and creativity that royally embarked her on the road to stardom. From plucking smoky blues licks on the guitar during high school to touring national stages with her iconic powerhouse vocals, her tale is as diverse as her robust discography.

Toni's signature blend of soulful blues, heart-wrenching ballads and toe-tapping pop tunes has made her an undeniable force in the music industry. She first captured our ears (and hearts) with the moving ballad, "Tell Me (ft Ali M)" – a track that fans and critics alike have deemed pure royal magic. The song climbed the charts with ease, testament to the undeniable magnetism of her voice, her talent and that sweet southern charm sprinkled all throughout her catalogue.

Like a musical chameleon, Toni Royale has an uncanny ability to adapt her sound and style to the times, fusing modern blues and cutting-edge pop with the rhythm and soul bred in her Arkansas roots. Her appeal extends beyond her extensive vocal prowess, firmly grounded in her eclectic personal style, her fierce dedication to her craft, and her adamant refusal to wear anything without a hint of sequin sparkle. One thing is certain about Toni Royale: she rules the stage with a mix of glitter and grit, reflecting the diverse flavors of her craft.

As we continue to track Toni's fascinating ascension in the music industry, one thing is crystal clear: the crown definitely fits. Whether leaving listeners awestruck with her deep, resonant voice, or entrancing audiences with her intense, sparkly onstage antics, the reign of Toni Royale is far from over. Long live the queen of Arkansas blues-pop!
Track(s)
Tell Me (ft Ali M) 1018 02:47

Tell Me (ft Ali M)

Toni Royale


Uhh
Mmm
Mm-hmm
Mmm-mm mm-mm mm-mm (Mm-mm)
Mm-mm-mm-mm mm (Ayy)
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

And when the night comes
Baby
You won't be long (Mm-mm)
And when the morning come
Pssh
Ugh!
You're gone (You're gone aye)
W-w-when the dark clouds open
The lights will burn (Burn)
Tell me
Yah-yah
Yah-yah
What's goin' on? (Tell me yah-yah-yah-yah)

And you're hiding in the dark on a mountain
And you're slowin' down—uh—because you're busy
Busy
Wow-wow
And you swipe it
Swipe it
Down-up-up
Down-up-down
And you're so hot
Hotter than the Buenos Mama (Ah)

Mmm-mm mm-mm mm-mm (Mm-mm)
Mm-mm-mm-mm mm (Ayy)
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

Yeah movin’ through the night got my mind on the run
Shadows in the rearview but I ain't the one
Swipe left swipe right I ain't playin’ no games
Every step that I take I be switchin’ the lanes

Got a call from the past but I let it decline
Ain’t no time for the fake I be chasin’ the shine
Skyline glowin’ yeah the city stay alive
When the dark clouds break man the stars gotta rise

Tell me yah-yah what's goin’ on?
Took a leap of faith now the fear is gone
Lights too bright but I play along
When the morning comes I’ll be movin’ on

When the night comes
Baby
You won't be long (Uh-)
When the morning come
Pssh
Ugh!
He's gone (He's gone he's gone)
W-w-when the dark clouds open
The lights will burn
Tell me
Yah-yah
Three
Four
What's goin' on? (Tell me yah-yah-yah-yah)

Tell me
Yah-yah
What's goin' on?
Tell me
Yah-yah
What's goin' on?
Tell me
Yah-yah
What's goin' on?
Tell me
Yah-yah
What's goin' on?

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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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 391 02:15
What's Going On (Clean) 618 02:26
Tales from Harlem 515 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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Secondhand Alibi
Romeo Vane

Verified 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?"

Secondhand Alibi

Romeo Vane


I found it in a Sunday ad
Between a sofa and a wedding band
“Barely used no questions asked”
The seller wore a borrowed name

He said it worked on jealous hearts
On hotel clerks and parking guards
I paid in cash he wished me luck
Then vanished before the light changed

I practiced every detail
The hour the street the rain
But truth has lousy manners
It keeps interrupting names

I bought a secondhand alibi
Cheap enough to fit my life
It worked until you asked me twice
Now every version sounds like mine

I bought a secondhand alibi
With someone else’s reasons inside
The story held the timing died
Now every version sounds like mine

I said the train was running late
You knew that line from ’98
I blamed a man I’d never met
You said “At least invent him well”

I moved the evening half an hour
Changed the bar replaced the car
By then the lie had better shoes
And more ambition than the truth

I gave it dates and weather
A witness and a scar
You watched me build the ceiling
Then asked where the foundations are

I bought a secondhand alibi
Cheap enough to fit my life
It worked until you asked me twice
Now every version sounds like mine

I bought a secondhand alibi
With someone else’s reasons inside
The story held the timing died
Now every version sounds like mine

Mine on Monday
Mine by five
Mine when I need
Someone else to survive

The seller called at 2:13
Said “That excuse belongs to me”
I told him he could have it back
He laughed and said “You made it yours”

You poured your drink into the sink
Not angry almost entertained
You said “The worst part isn’t this
It’s how rehearsed you look in pain”

So here’s the part I didn’t buy
No clever date no useful guy
I stayed because I liked the risk
I left because you noticed it

No missing train no broken phone
No nameless friend to take the blame
I wanted two incompatible things
And called confusion by your name

I bought a secondhand alibi
Cheap enough to fit my life
It worked until you asked me why
Now every version sounds like mine

I bought a secondhand alibi
But guilt was never in the price
Keep the story keep the night
Every version sounds like mine

The truth was sitting in the car
Patient as an unpaid fare
I opened up the passenger door
It said “You took your time”

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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What’s It Made Of?
LYA

Verified Verified Artist

LYA
“If it doesn’t ask questions, it’s not music.”

LYA (pronounced “Lie-uh”) is a genre-defying artist from Berlin whose roots stretch from conservatory string quartets to the depths of fog-drenched warehouse raves. A classically trained violinist who once performed Vivaldi at age nine, she left formal music behind in her early 20s to pursue something more fractured, more real. What emerged was a sound as delicate as it is defiant—where harpsichords coexist with 2-step beats, and questions matter more than answers.

Her music exists in a liminal zone: somewhere between dance and disassociation, pop and poetry, cathedral and club. LYA often weaves spoken-word passages into her songs, transforming internal monologues into melodic mantras. Vocals—sometimes her own, sometimes spliced and AI-shifted—glide over textured layers of cello, muted synths, and ambient distortion. Think: if Imogen Heap grew up listening to Burial and wrote haikus in code.

LYA’s debut EP “Syntax of Sleep” was a quiet cult success among insomniac circles on Bandcamp, praised for its “introspective maximalism.” Her live sets, often accompanied by generative visuals and interactive lighting that reacts to audience movement, blur the line between concert and hallucination. She isn’t afraid of silence, nor of noise. Both, to her, are forms of rhythm.

LYA doesn’t write songs to explain. She writes them to wonder. “What’s It Made Of?”—her latest single via notfm—isn’t just a title. It’s a dare. A whisper in the hallway between thoughts. A reminder that meaning isn’t always the point.
Track(s)
What’s It Made Of? 5143 02:36

What’s It Made Of?

LYA


Woke up in a sentence I don’t remember writing
(uhhh)
My name’s on the wall
but it’s spelled with a “Y” now
weird

I tried to fold the sunlight into thirds
but it keeps leaking through the creases
Like—
was that ever the point?
(Hey!)
Did we name the silence just to fill it?

A blue cup a red sock a key with no lock
Mom said dreams don’t rot
but I found mold on the corners of mine
(yeah uh-huh)

What’s it made of?
(Lie?)
What’s it made oooooof?
Is this glass or just slow ice?
(what’s the—yeah)
If I bite it will it crack or cry?
(Haha—cry?)
I asked the mirror but she blinked
Twice

My coat is full of exit signs
but none of them point north
I sleep in the hallway between thoughts—
and that’s fine
Or it was
(Was it?)

Someone keeps leaving me notes
in a handwriting I don't remember learning
“Simplify”
“Unwind”
“Don't trust the tulips”

What’s it made of?!
(don’t tell me it’s hope again)
What’s it maaaade of?!
If it’s love why’s it shaped like a chair leg?
If it’s truth
why does it taste like batteries?

Whoa whoa—
Don’t go there
Not now
(NOT NOW!)

CREDITS
Performer: LYA
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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The Faded Ticket Booth

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The Faded Ticket Booth
The Faded Ticket Booth is a four-piece Scottish acoustic group built around a warm, narrative-driven female vocal. Their music leans into everyday poetry rather than spectacle: upright bass, brushed drums, clean acoustic guitar, and voices that feel like shared conversation rather than performance. They sound like a street you’ve walked before but can’t quite place, a melody you remember without knowing when you heard it.

They formed on the quieter edges of Edinburgh’s busking circuits, shaping their sound in places where attention isn’t guaranteed — doorways, market corners, the brief hush that follows passing footsteps. That background taught them presence without volume; phrasing without force; sincerity without staging. Their arrangements remain intentionally uncluttered, preferring atmosphere over punch.

Influenced by the acoustic honesty of late-80s British folk-pop and the conversational phrasing of Eddi Reader, they record with a philosophy of leave the human parts in. Light string squeaks, the breath before a high note, the soft brush of a chord change — if it’s true, it stays. The result isn’t retro, but unhurried; not nostalgic, but familiar in a way that feels quietly earned.

Their recorded work is released in a deliberately limited way: not everywhere at once, not across every platform, but carried by NOT FM and Filodyo as their primary homes, where their catalog lives with the same intention as their songwriting. It isn’t framed as exclusivity for the sake of strategy — just a quieter kind of presence, placed where it feels understood.
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Life Feels Like Morning 956 03:02

Life Feels Like Morning

The Faded Ticket Booth


Sunlight pours like honey in my half-awake cup
Steps on the pavement keep lining me up
A soft little rhythm in the turn of the day
Like my heart learned the world had a kinder way

I don’t need a reason the reason found me
In the quiet of the doorway where the street meets the breeze

Life feels like morning like pages turning warm and slow
Love feels like timing like finding what you didn’t know
If the wind ever falters I’ll steady what I can
Life feels like morning again and again

There’s a stray-cat freedom in the corner of the lane
Windows with stories I can’t quite explain
Paper ships in puddles sailing nowhere grand
But isn’t that a voyage when the map’s in your hand?

I don’t need a reason the reason found me
In the hush before the chorus where the skyline agrees

Life feels like morning like pages turning warm and slow
Love feels like timing like finding what you didn’t know
If the wind ever falters I’ll steady what I can
Life feels like morning again and again

Maybe what we call “arrival” is just learning how to stand
Not to conquer every moment just to meet it where we land

Life feels like morning like chairs pulled out and waiting still
Love feels like timing like the echo of a windowsill
If the wind ever falters I’ll steady what I can
Life feels like morning… again and again

CREDITS
Performer: The Faded Ticket Booth
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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