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Little White Lie
Megan Clare
Verified Artist
Megan Clare
Megan Clare is a fictional soul-pop singer-songwriter drawn to the quiet moments when people say one thing and feel another. Her warm, close-miked vocals sit over restrained drums, soft keys and melodies that leave room for every uneasy pause. She writes about adult relationships with tenderness, dry humor and an eye for the small domestic details that reveal a larger truth.
Her song “Little White Lie” captures a couple lingering at the edge of a breakup, both polishing the moment until it almost looks painless. Kitchen floors, coats by the door and practiced smiles become part of a bittersweet dance between denial and honesty. Megan’s performance keeps the song graceful without hiding its bruise.
Across her work, Megan favors emotional clarity over spectacle. Her songs feel like late-night conversations: intimate, melodic and quietly direct, made for listeners who know that heartbreak rarely arrives with a slammed door.
Little White Lie
Megan Clare
Mm-mm
Ha ha
Little white lie
Little white lie
You said you were leaving
But you stayed by the door
Counting all the reasons
On the kitchen floor
I had my coat on
You had that face
Both of us pretending
This was not the place
Oh we make it pretty
Then we make it hurt
Say it like a joke
When we know it works
You call me darling
Like it saves the night
I say I’m fine
That’s my little white lie
I dance when I’m breaking
Smile when I cry
Move like I mean it
Under soft blue sky
You say you’re sorry
I say that’s alright
We both look good
In a little white lie
Little white lie
Little white lie
We both look good
In a little white lie
Your hand on the table
Mine on the glass
Funny how forever
Can disappear so fast
No heavy drama
No slammed front door
Just a quiet rhythm
Where we wanted more
Oh we make it pretty
Then we make it hurt
Say it like a joke
When we know it works
You call me darling
Like it saves the night
I say I’m fine
That’s my little white lie
I dance when I’m breaking
Smile when I cry
Move like I mean it
Under soft blue sky
You say you’re sorry
I say that’s alright
We both look good
In a little white lie
Little white lie
Little white lie
We both look good
In a little white lie
No big goodbye
No final scene
Just you and me
Acting clean
Ha
Isn’t it sweet?
Ha
Isn’t it sad?
I dance when I’m breaking
Smile when I cry
Move like I mean it
Under soft blue sky
You say you’re sorry
I say that’s alright
We both look good
In a little white lie
Little white lie
Little white lie
We both look good
In a little white lie
Little white lie
Little white lie
I say I’m fine
That’s my little white lie
CREDITS
Performer: Megan Clare
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Through the Static
Tyler Jorvik
Through the Static
Tyler Jorvik
CREDITS
Performer: Tyler Jorvik
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Paper Moons
Dora Corr
Verified Artist
Dora Corr
Dora Corr is an EDM vocalist and songwriter born and raised in Dublin, Ireland. Before her debut single, she worked at a small, weathered music shop tucked away in Rathmines — a place where synths came in half-broken and left humming again, usually thanks to her.
By day, she tuned old keyboards and restocked trance CDs. By night, she recorded vocal sketches on her cracked laptop, blending soft-spoken Irish melancholy with pulsing beats she never planned to share.
That changed in early 2025, when renowned electronic producer Mark Martian visited Dublin for a creative summit. While killing time between panels, he wandered into Dora’s shop — and found her quietly looping vocal takes in the back room.
Struck by the raw emotion and unusual cadence of her sound, Mark simply asked, “Have you ever thought about making something bigger?” She shrugged. “Not really. But I’d like to.” Energized, Mark immediately called Hakan E., the creative force behind Filodyo.
“I just found someone. We need to get into a studio, fast,” he said. Intrigued, Hakan asked to hear her demos. Mark sent over a few scratch recordings that same night.
Within days, Dora was in a temporary studio above the River Liffey, recording "Paper Moon" — a haunting, minimalist debut that floats somewhere between whispered confession and late-night dance floor, co-produced by Mark Martian for a new Filodyo project.
Dora Corr isn’t chasing pop formulas or peak-hour builds. She’s carving a lane where fragility can still make you move — and where “na na na na” says more than a chorus ever could.
Paper Moons
Dora Corr
You left your coat I kept the thread
It hums like static in my head
I folded time in a paper cup
Sipped your voice till the world shut up
You never said stay but you looked like wait
And I built an echo from that mistake
I don’t call it love — it’s too well-behaved
This is something the maps misplace
Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa
You hum in keys no piano dares
I lose my name climbing up your stairs
Your silence flickers it writes in loops
Still I read it like sacred proof
I won’t label this — it won’t stay still
It moves like weather talks in quills
Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa
You said “don’t read me I’m not that deep”
But I saw planets in your sleep
I don’t need stars I don’t need maps
Just that hum between the gaps
Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa
I let you vanish but not the hum
Some chords don’t end — they just become
CREDITS
Performer: Dora Corr
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Velvet Circuits
Mara Vale
Verified Artist
Mara Vale
Mara Vale makes sleek night-drive pop with a disco pulse: live bass lines, clean rhythm guitar, warm strings, and hooks that feel lit by streetlights. Her songs balance playful movement with a bittersweet city glow, built for listeners who want groove, melody, and a little electricity under the skin.
Her sound sits between classic dance-floor craft and modern pop polish, with soulful female vocals carrying stories of late buses, rooftop coffee, open city windows, and small moments that suddenly feel cinematic. Mara Vale keeps the arrangements bright and human: tight drums, handclaps, piano stabs, and choruses designed to move without turning into a cliché.
Velvet Circuits
Mara Vale
I saw your name in the window light
spelled out backwards on a passing bus
city heat on a borrowed bike
and a little bit of trouble looking back at us
You had a laugh like a camera flash
gone too soon but it burned the room
I had a heart with a broken latch
swinging open to a silver moon
We don't need forever to feel electric
just a little voltage under the skin
You move like velvet circuits
turning all my lonely lights on again
If the night tries to sell us silence
we'll answer with a melody and grin
You move like velvet circuits
and I keep coming back to begin
Coffee cold on a rooftop stair
bassline leaking from a taxi door
You tied a ribbon in your midnight hair
said the future isn't hungry anymore
I was counting every exit sign
making maps out of ways to leave
Then you put your hand inside of mine
like a rhythm that remembered me
We don't need forever to feel electric
just a little voltage under the skin
You move like velvet circuits
turning all my lonely lights on again
If the night tries to sell us silence
we'll answer with a melody and grin
You move like velvet circuits
and I keep coming back to begin
All my static turns to motion
all my caution learns to shine
There's a pulse beneath the pavement
keeping perfect crooked time
We don't need forever to feel electric
just a little voltage under the skin
You move like velvet circuits
turning all my lonely lights on again
If the night tries to sell us silence
we'll answer with a melody and grin
You move like velvet circuits
and I keep coming back to begin
Velvet circuits in the crosswalk glow
Velvet circuits and the city knows
Velvet circuits when the morning spins
I keep coming back to begin
CREDITS
Performer: Mara Vale
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Rich Man Pass the B...
Loch Ness Monsters
Verified Artist
Loch Ness Monsters
Rising from the enigmatic allure of Brighton's coastal shores, Loch Ness Monsters are a four-piece band reshaping the contours of alternative rock and pop.
Comprised of the ethereal vocalist Isla "Izzy" McLeod, the enigmatic guitarist Finnegan "Finn" Hartley, the introspective bassist Leo Summers, and the rhythmically ingenious drummer Pippa Clarke, the band weaves together threads of myth and modernity. Their name pays homage to the legendary creature of the deep, symbolizing the hidden depths and untapped mysteries they explore through their music.
Their breakout single, "I Fall Too Deep," plunges listeners into a whirlpool of emotion with its irresistibly catchy chorus and haunting melodies.
The song is a sonic journey, echoing the sensation of being submerged in one's feelings, fears, and desires. Izzy's haunting vocals glide over Finn's shimmering guitar riffs, while Leo's pulsating bass lines and Pippa's dynamic drumming create an undercurrent that pulls the audience into uncharted territories of sound. The track has become an anthem for those unafraid to delve beneath the surface, catching the attention of listeners in the stores where Filodyo broadcasts.
The band's origin story is as captivating as their music. Meeting by chance during a midnight swim on a dare at Brighton's pebble beach, the quartet bonded over shared tales of folklore, a love for genre-blending music, and a mutual sense of adventure.
Their performances are not just concerts but immersive experiences; they often incorporate visual art, storytelling, and atmospheric lighting to transform venues into mystical landscapes.
Loch Ness Monsters invite their audience to join them in the depths, challenging everyone to embrace the unknown and find beauty in the unexplored.
Rich Man Pass the Baton
Loch Ness Monsters
We've all seen a Tom
Rich man pass the baton
Godspeed big shoe
Stay loose and make it move
Try not to escape
Practice neatness in penmanship
Absolutely no finder's fee
We're rolling long haul
In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
And then in about a week it'll haunt me
In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
Underneath the leaves slowly terminating
Creating a community without a dichotomy
Reject the king
Malefactor sing
Find your reality
Oh say church
I don't want to return to scorched earth
Or roll around in the dirt
Or skip over those who got hurt
In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
And then in about a week it'll haunt me
In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
Underneath the leaves slowly terminating
We are nice to be behind
But heavens no
We are not leading
And there's not much time left
In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
And then in about a week it'll haunt me
In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
Underneath the leaves slowly terminating
CREDITS
Performer: Loch Ness Monsters
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Fire in the Open Air
James Rolly
Verified Artist
James Rolly
Born in 1989 in Dayton, Ohio, James Rolly’s life was anything but straightforward. Growing up in a working-class neighborhood, he found himself drawn to music at an early age, learning his first guitar chords from an older cousin who played in local bars. But his teenage years spiraled into turbulence — run-ins with the law, school expulsions, and a revolving door of juvenile detention centers and rehabilitation programs marked his adolescence.
It was during a six-month stay at a rehab facility in Cleveland that James began writing his own songs, using music as a way to process his frustration and loneliness. The stark, confessional style of those early lyrics became the foundation of his artistic voice. He often says the rehab’s battered common-room piano was “the first place I ever told the truth.”
By his mid-20s, James was performing in small clubs across the Midwest, blending gritty Americana storytelling with modern soul and rock influences. His husky voice, commanding presence, and refusal to glamorize his troubled past earned him a loyal following. The shaved head, beard, and head tattoos became part of his unflinching image — a visual reminder of where he’s been and how far he’s come.
Today, James Rolly’s music reflects both the scars and the survival. From intimate acoustic sets to explosive full-band performances, he channels every ounce of his history into a sound that’s raw, magnetic, and unapologetically real.
Fire in the Open Air
James Rolly
I’m walking through the noise and color
Every face feels like a secret sign
My heart’s a drum that won’t keep quiet
Every beat says “Boy this ain’t your time”
But I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in
I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design
There’s laughter rolling out of doorways
Music pouring from a midnight band
I don’t know the song but I’m singing
Clapping to the beat like I understand
And I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in
I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design
Maybe I’m lost but it feels like winning
Every wrong turn keeps my story spinning
If this is the game then I’m all in
Every note’s a place I’ve never been
I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design
And I move…
I move with the rhythm
CREDITS
Performer: James Rolly
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Out of Control
Sabrina G
Verified Artist
Sabrina G
Sabrina G embodies the vibrant spirit of the nightlife, bringing a fearless energy to the dance-pop scene. Known for her glossy club-pop sound, she captures the essence of playful rebellion and empowerment through her music. With her independent songwriting approach, she crafts tracks that resonate with those looking to embrace their true selves, breaking free from societal norms on the dance floor.
Her recent single, "Out of Control," showcases Sabrina's ability to blend catchy hooks with pulsating beats, creating an anthem that reflects her dynamic persona. The track highlights her confident vocal delivery and knack for engaging live performances, drawing audiences into her electrifying world. Each song in her catalog echoes a commitment to celebrating individuality and self-expression.
As Sabrina G continues to evolve, she remains dedicated to pushing the boundaries of dance-pop while inviting listeners to join her in a celebration of life after dark. With every release, she cements her identity as a bold force within the genre, inspiring others to embrace their inner glow amidst the neon lights.
Out of Control
Sabrina G
Yeah-eh uh-huh na-na-na-na
We’re outta control — oh!
Midnight city glitter eyes
I’m not your type but you still try
Too many stories on my phone
but tonight I’m writing my own
All my friends in slow-mo frames
dancing wild forgetting names
Heartbeat syncs with stereo —
I don’t care just let it go! (uh-huh)
Out of control (uh!)
I’m losing my halo (yeah!)
Lights are on fire (ah!)
don’t need no hero!
Spin me around let the rhythm roll —
we’re out of out of out of control!
Glitter lips and candy lies
you say forever I say “bye”
Mirror selfies broken heels
still look good — that’s how it feels
No regrets no morning calls
we own the night we take it all
Heartbeat syncs with stereo —
don’t slow down just let it go! (o-oh)
Out of control (uh!)
I’m losing my halo (yeah!)
Lights are on fire (ah!)
don’t need no hero!
Spin me around let the rhythm roll —
we’re out of out of out of control!
O-oh no rules tonight
we’re neon high on satellite
O-oh one touch I’m gone —
my chaos turns me on!
Out of control (uh!)
I’m losing my halo (yeah!)
No one to blame no one to know
we’re out of out of out of control!
CREDITS
Performer: Sabrina G
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Dust Between the Guns
Colt Mercer
Verified Artist
Colt Mercer
Colt Mercer is a mysterious country vocalist shaped by dusty border roads, old western stories, and the warm musical spirit of Mexico. Blending classic country storytelling with subtle Mexican melodies, he creates a cinematic sound filled with desert sunsets, lonely bars, long night drives, and unfinished goodbyes.
With “Dust Between the Guns,” Mercer introduces a world of warm acoustic guitars, light mariachi touches, raw vocal texture, and a rugged emotional tone. His music carries themes of love, pride, escape, regret, and personal reckoning always somewhere between a confession and a standoff.
Released with the support of not fm and Filodyo, Colt Mercer’s sound reflects a modern western atmosphere: timeless, dusty, dramatic, and deeply human. Away from the spotlight, he is said to draw inspiration from vintage tapes, old cowboy films, border-town legends, and the silence of the desert at sundown.
Dust Between the Guns
Colt Mercer
Slow wind on the empty street
Boots drag through the drifting heat
Shadows stretch across the town
One more sun is going down
Boardwalk creaks beneath my feet
Every sound repeats the beat
Windows closed and curtains drawn
Like this place has long been gone
Cards still lie upon the bar
Someone left a broken star
Dust is dancing in the light
Waiting for the coming night
Dust between the guns tonight
No one here to call it right
Every breath a loaded sound
Spinning slowly all around
Hands are steady hearts are slow
Every man already knows
When the silence starts to fall
No one leaves this street at all
Leather creaks across the lane
Every step repeats the same
Eyes are narrow time is thin
Like a clock about to spin
Old sign sways above the door
Scratching echoes on the floor
Somewhere far a trumpet cries
Like a warning in disguise
Dust between the guns tonight
No one here to call it right
Every breath a loaded sound
Spinning slowly all around
Hands are steady hearts are slow
Every man already knows
When the silence starts to fall
No one leaves this street at all
Wind moves softly through the town
One last figure lying down
Sun sinks red behind the plain
Only dust will stay again
CREDITS
Performer: Colt Mercer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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We Built A World
Elias Thoreau
Verified Artist
Elias Thoreau
Elias Thoreau: the lesser known, wonderfully flamboyant cousin of Walden's man himself, who swapped the solitude of nature for the wild shenanigans of the indie music scene. Hailing from a small town in France where his famous relative lived, he's been spinning tales about love, loss, and large vegetable patches since the turn of the millennium in his own alternative style.
There's a certain brooding melancholy about his music that lingers long after the last note has been played – think Joy Division in a neverending existential crisis, only slightly offset by the enchanting sounds of accordion. His flagship hit, "We Built a World," still gives us Feels-a-go-go, as it paints a vivid storytelling frontier, each sad cadence wrapped in lush instrumentation and poignant lyrics about the construction and subsequent demolition of emotional walls.
Guided by a deep-rooted philosophy that in order to truly feel alive you need to swing from the heights of joy and dip into the dark valleys of sorrow, Elias Thoreau’s music truly embodies this. So next time you feel like embarking on a soul-touching flight of emotions, with a sidestep into the vegetable patch, grab a glass of fine wine, crank up the volume, and let Monsieur Thoreau serenade you. After all, who needs Prozac when there's the sweet, sweet melancholy of Elias Thoreau around?
We Built A World
Elias Thoreau
We’re tracing cracks across the floor
Where we danced before the walls wore thin
Time doesn’t heal it just rearranges
And I’m still finding pieces of where we’ve been
You said forever but forever’s a lie
A shadow that lingers when the sun says goodbye
I’m holding on but I’m losing my grip
On the edge of a memory I let it slip
We built a world that couldn’t last
A house of cards in a hurricane’s path
Now I’m sifting through the aftermath
Of a love that burned too bright too fast
(Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh)
The clock keeps ticking but it feels so slow
Every second’s a weight I can’t let go
I see your face in every crowded room
A ghost of a love that met its doom
You said forever but forever’s a lie
A shadow that lingers when the sun says goodbye
I’m holding on but I’m losing my grip
On the edge of a memory I let it slip
We built a world that couldn’t last
A house of cards in a hurricane’s path
Now I’m sifting through the aftermath
Of a love that burned too bright too fast
(Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh)
And if I could turn back the hands
Would I choose to love you again?
Or let the silence win
And never begin?
We built a world that couldn’t last
A house of cards in a hurricane’s path
Now I’m sifting through the aftermath
Of a love that burned too bright too fast
(Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh)
I’m tracing cracks across the floor
But I can’t find us there anymore
CREDITS
Performer: Elias Thoreau
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Les Petites Choses ...
Mina Cazal
Verified Artist
Mina Cazal
Mina Cazal is a French pop singer and songwriter known for turning ordinary days into sharply observed little stories. Her songs move through missed buses, supermarket queues, unfinished conversations and small domestic disasters, finding humor in moments most people barely notice. Instead of writing about perfect romances or dramatic escapes, she focuses on the strange comedy of simply getting through the day.
Raised between Lyon and the southern town of Sète, Mina grew up around theatre rehearsals, second-hand records and long family dinners where everyone spoke at once. She began writing songs as miniature scenes, combining conversational French lyrics with bright basslines, playful keyboards and understated dance-pop rhythms. Her vocal style is expressive and intimate, often shifting between singing, speaking and half-smiling observations.
Her music feels polished but never overly controlled. Beneath the cheerful arrangements, there is always a trace of fatigue, doubt or quiet affection for imperfect people. Mina Cazal writes pop songs for listeners who lose their keys, forget why they entered a shop and still manage to make something memorable out of the day.
Les Petites Choses de Travers
Mina Cazal
Sept heures douze le réveil insiste
Je négocie encore quatre minutes
Le chat me regarde comme une huissière
Il connaît déjà toutes mes excuses
Une chaussette noire une chaussette bleue
Je déclare que c’est volontaire
Le pain a brûlé pendant que je lisais
Un message marqué « très prioritaire »
Dans l’ascenseur Madame Lefèvre
Me raconte son ficus malade
Je hoche la tête avec gravité
Comme une spécialiste des salades
J’avais prévu d’être impeccable
Organisée presque admirable
Mais le mardi connaît mon adresse
Et vient toujours semer le désordre
La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un bus raté des pâtes trop cuites
Un grand discours dans ma tête
Puis « oui bien sûr » quand on m’invite
La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Mais franchement tant mieux peut-être
Je perds mes clés je gagne une histoire
Et ça suffit pour tenir debout
À dix heures trente réunion d’équipe
Quelqu’un partage trente-six tableaux
Je dessine un poisson sur mon carnet
Il a l’air plus compétent que nous
À midi Sonia commande léger
Puis vole la moitié de mes frites
Elle dit : « Ça ne compte pas vraiment
Quand ça vient de l’assiette d’une copine »
Le serveur oublie mon dessert
Je décide que c’est philosophique
Certaines choses arrivent en retard
D’autres jamais et c’est très pratique
J’avais prévu d’être raisonnable
De répondre vite d’être joignable
Mais mon téléphone tombe à trois pour cent
Et soudain le monde se débrouille
La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un bus raté des pâtes trop cuites
Un grand discours dans ma tête
Puis « oui bien sûr » quand on m’invite
La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Mais franchement tant mieux peut-être
Je perds mes clés je gagne une histoire
Et ça suffit pour tenir debout
Dix-neuf heures six petite supérette
Je prends du lait des tomates du savon
Je repars avec un ananas
Et sans aucune explication
Le caissier demande si j’ai la carte
Je réponds oui puis cherche longtemps
Derrière moi personne ne soupire
C’est probablement un miracle local
Chez moi je cuisine en musique
Le chat refuse toute participation
Je mange debout près de l’évier
Comme une reine sans administration
On nous apprend les grandes décisions
Les beaux départs les lendemains utiles
Mais personne ne parle assez souvent
Du bonheur discret d’annuler un dîner
D’enlever ses chaussures trop tôt
De rire seule pour une phrase idiote
De trouver au fond d’un vieux sac
Le bonbon qu’on croyait disparu
La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un rendez-vous puis une autre route
Une mauvaise journée bien racontée
Devient presque une journée réussie
La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Et c’est peut-être tout son talent
Je ferme les volets je laisse la vaisselle
Demain fera mieux… ou différemment
Minuit vingt-deux le réveil est prêt
Je promets d’être sérieuse demain
Le chat me regarde sans rien dire
Il connaît déjà très bien la fin
CREDITS
Performer: Mina Cazal
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Just Like That
Checkmate
Verified Artist
Checkmate
Checkmate formed in London out of restlessness rather than intention. Different neighborhoods, different backgrounds, same impulse: to move, to react, to play music that refuses to stand still. Ska was never a costume for them, it was a language. Fast rhythms, sharp turns, humor used as defiance. They grew up surrounded by noise, contradictions, and crowded streets, and their sound reflects that constant motion.
Their music is playful but not careless, political without slogans, chaotic but precise. Each member brings a different energy, and none of them try to smooth those edges out.
Checkmate thrives on contrast: bright melodies against nervous tension, joy next to disruption. What comes out is loud, physical, and alive. Their releases are heard only on Filodyo and NOT FM, where movement matters more than polish and nothing is forced to sit quietly in the background.
Just Like That
Checkmate
Bus is late but the sun is out
Someone’s laughing way too loud
Corner shop knows my face
Same old song same old place
Shoelace broke still on time
Found a coin lost my mind
Nothing special nothing deep
But today’s been good to me
Radio plays that beat again
Head goes left feet say “amen”
I wasn’t looking for a sign
But the street feels right in time
Life’s doing fine yeah look around
Sticky tables familiar sounds
Not a movie not a plan
Just a good day where I stand
Life’s doing fine no big parade
Just walking slow no rush today
If this is all I’m cool with that
Yeah I like it just like that
Coffee spills laugh it off
Wrong turn but I don’t stop
Shoes too tight shirt’s too thin
Still smiling when I walk in
Someone hums the tune I know
Traffic moves then says hello
Nothing changed still feels new
Guess the trick is how you view
No winning streak no finish line
Just wasting time and feeling fine
If this moment’s all I get
I’m not mad at it yet
Life’s doing fine yeah look around
Bent street signs old beat-up towns
Not a headline not a scam
Just a good day where I stand
Life’s doing fine no big parade
Late night talks cheap lemonade
If this is all I’m cool with that
Yeah I like it just like that
Maybe tomorrow’s loud and rough
But today’s already enough
No promises no advice
Just breathing in a decent life
Life’s doing fine hear that horn
Someone dancing someone bored
Not a dream not a trap
Just a moment and I’ll clap
Life’s doing fine I’ll say it twice
Not perfect but it’s nice
If this is all I’m cool with that
Yeah I love it just like that
Just like that
Yeah just like that
CREDITS
Performer: Checkmate
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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