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New Beginnings
Sheela West
Verified Artist
Sheela West
Sheela West, hailing from the sun-baked landscapes of Arizona, embodies the invigorating spirit of contemporary country music, blending playful pop elements with rock undertones. With each note she sings, like in her vibrant track "New Beginnings," Sheela captures the essence of youthful exploration and heartfelt empowerment. Her sound is characterized by polished production, featuring catchy melodies and acoustic guitar that invite listeners to embrace joyous moments and new adventures. Late-night writing sessions beneath the stars have fueled her creativity, allowing her to craft narratives that resonate deeply while also providing a soundtrack for carefree nights.
As part of a local scene that thrives on collaboration and spontaneity, Sheela draws inspiration from the pulsating energy of clubs where diverse genres intersect. Her catalog reflects this rich tapestry, with tracks that evoke a spectrum of emotions—from the hopeful anthem "Chasing Stars" to the playful vibes of "Summer Skies." Each song showcases her ability to connect with an audience through relatable themes of love, freedom, and self-discovery. With a youthful vocal character and an uplifting aura, Sheela West stands ready to make an indelible mark on the hearts of country music fans everywhere.
New Beginnings
Sheela West
Packed my bags heading out tonight
City sights yeah they feel so bright
Got a feeling it's time to run
Leaving the past I'm ready for fun
Every step feels like a brand new start
Finding freedom that's where I'll find my heart
Hey I'm alive feel the rhythm rise
Dancing through the streets watch the good times fly
Letting go of what held me back
Now I'm on my way never looking back
Met some faces shared a laugh or two
Every moment feels like something new
With the music I can finally breathe
This is my time got so much to achieve
And when the night falls I won’t be alone
With the stars shining I've found my home
[Final Chorus]
Hey I'm alive feel the rhythm rise
Dancing through the streets watch the good times fly
Letting go of what held me back
Now I'm on my way never looking back
CREDITS
Performer: Sheela West
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Still Holding On
6 Brokens
Verified Artist
6 Brokens
6 Broken came together in New York through chance encounters, shared apartments, and long conversations that stretched past midnight. None of them arrived with a plan to form a band. They met through friends, studios, and half-finished ideas, slowly realizing they were circling the same emotional territory. New York shaped them not as a backdrop, but as a pressure. The noise, the distance, the constant sense of movement seeped into how they wrote and how they listened.
Their music leans into restraint rather than release. Clean arrangements, patient melodies, and lyrics that leave space for interpretation. 6 Broken avoids obvious drama, letting tension live quietly inside the songs. There is an awareness of vulnerability without turning it into spectacle. Each member carries a different perspective, and those differences remain audible rather than polished away.
What defines 6 Broken is their refusal to rush. Songs unfold at their own pace, shaped by late-night demos, unfinished thoughts, and the feeling of standing still while a city moves around you. Their work is available exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, where subtlety has room to exist and music does not need to announce itself to be heard.
Still Holding On
6 Brokens
Morning hits the window late
Coffee’s cold but I feel awake
Your name’s still on my playlist
Didn’t mute it didn’t break it
I learned how silence sounds
When you’re not around
But it’s lighter than I thought
Guess I figured something out
I don’t need a sign tonight
No big speech no rewrite
Just walking straight ahead
With the things you never said
I don’t need a brand new heart
Mine still works just different parts
Some are louder some are calm
Still beating still holding on
I don’t need a clean restart
Just a little open space to start
I’m okay where I am
Yeah I’m better than I planned
City moves at normal speed
People laughing next to me
Nothing feels dramatic now
And that’s what I like about it somehow
Your jacket’s gone I kept the time
Not the fights not the lines
I don’t miss the way we broke
Just the jokes we never wrote
No more circling the same streets
No reruns in my head this week
I’m not running I’m not late
Just finally on my way
I don’t need a brand new heart
Mine still works just different parts
Some are louder some are calm
Still beating still holding on
I don’t need a clean restart
Just a little open space to start
I’m okay where I am
Yeah I’m better than I planned
If you ever wonder how I’ve been
I sleep fine I breathe fine
I learned how to let things end
Without losing who’s inside
I don’t need a brand new heart
No repair kit no fresh start
It’s been tested it’s been tried
Still alive on the inside
I don’t need to change the past
Just move forward slow and fast
I’m okay where I stand
Yeah I’m better than I planned
Better than I planned
Still here still me
Yeah I’m better than I planned
CREDITS
Performer: 6 Brokens
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Wired
The Heartbeaters
Verified Artist
The Heartbeaters
Meet the Heartbeaters, an endearingly nonchalant pair treading the pop-smeared pavements of our music scene. They add a sparkling new spin on that familiar pop fizz you just can't help but sip on.
Hailing from Humorsville, USA, the Heartbeaters are two blokes who serve pop tunes home-cooked with southern charm and laden with joy-generating particles. Their infectious melodies, cheekily described as "heart-pop", will likely enter your circulatory system and induce spontaneous toe-tapping, head-bopping, or whatever physical exercise tickles your fancy. Here's a personal favorite - try saying no to a track titled "Wired" without grinning like a Cheshire cat in a yarn warehouse. See? Impossible.
These chaps have a talent for injecting delight into your audio diet. They've got this 'happy virus' so potent that it makes the Grinch seem like your average party bouncer. The Heartbeaters, remember the name. They're the talented two-piece likely to prescribe you a daily dosage of dulcet euphoria and leave you craving for refills. Trust us, their sound is habit-forming.
Wittier than your average stand-up comedian, with tracks more contagious than your common cold, The Heartbeaters are two lads weaving infectious tunes thereby proving that not all heroes wear capes - some might just sport heart-shaped sunglasses and bass guitars.
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Wired
The Heartbeaters
City’s alive but it’s running on fumes
Dreams stitched together in rented rooms
Eyes on the prize but the cost is steep
Promises made that we’ll never keep
Hours turn to minutes they slip through our hands
We’re building a kingdom on shifting sands
Caught in the rhythm can’t break away
Tomorrow’s a stranger but we’re here today
We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past
Neon signs hum like a warning bell
Each broken dream another tale to tell
Feet keep moving though the road’s worn thin
Lost in a race we were born to win
Hours turn to minutes they slip through our hands
We’re building a kingdom on shifting sands
Caught in the rhythm can’t break away
Tomorrow’s a stranger but we’re here today
We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past
And maybe one day we’ll find the line
Where chaos turns into the divine
But for now we’re the sparks that fly
Burning too fast to question why
We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past
Fading echoes in the city’s hum
Chasing the pulse of what we’ll become
CREDITS
Performer: The Heartbeaters
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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No Me Mires Asi
Mono De Oro
Verified Artist
Mono De Oro
Mono De Oro is a vibrant singer-songwriter with Spanish roots, now making waves in the heart of America. With a voice that carries the warmth of sun-soaked afternoons and the melodic storytelling of her heritage, she embodies a rich cultural blend. Her music serves as an intimate exploration of identity, love, and longing, bridging the gap between her past and present. Each note resonates with the essence of her journey, capturing the listener's attention and drawing them into her world.
Her catalog may currently feature a single track, "No Me Mires Asi," but Mono De Oro’s artistry extends far beyond this initial offering. The song reflects her distinctive lyrical style, characterized by poetic narratives and emotive vocals that leave a lasting impact. As she continues to develop her sound, themes of introspection and romance emerge as central threads, manifesting in a unique way that invites listeners to experience her personal reflections on life and love.
Living in America has undoubtedly influenced her music, allowing her to merge traditional Spanish influences with contemporary sounds. This fusion is evident in her compelling vocal delivery and the emotional depth present in her songwriting. Mono De Oro's passion for crafting relatable stories through her art promises an exciting evolution ahead, captivating audiences with each new release as she carves out her space in the indie music scene.
No Me Mires Asi
Mono De Oro
Yeah
Mono De Oro
No me mires así
You know what you do
Llegaste tarde
With that smile
Como si nada
But you changed the vibe
Yo estaba tranquilo
Mind on my plans
Then you said my name
With your drink in hand
No busco problemas
But you look like one
De esos bonitos
Que no say sorry
Te acercas lento
I lose my line
No me preguntes
If I’m fine
Una noche
No promise
Dos miradas
Too honest
Si te vas
I won’t call
Si te quedas
I might fall
No me mires así
Que me haces pensar
Que tal vez esta noche
No va a terminar
No me mires así
I’m trying to behave
Pero tú tienes algo
I can’t explain
No no no
Don’t move away
No no no
Quédate
No me mires así
Que me haces pensar
Que tal vez esta noche
No va a terminar
Tú tienes ritmo
Sin intentar
I got excuses
To stay where you are
Dicen cuidado
Yo digo maybe
Con esa cara
You drive me crazy
No quiero drama
No quiero stress
Solo tu risa
Close to my chest
Si esto es pecado
Make it polite
We keep it clean
But we don’t waste time
Una noche
No promise
Dos miradas
Too honest
Si te vas
I won’t call
Si te quedas
I might fall
No me mires así
Que me haces pensar
Que tal vez esta noche
No va a terminar
No me mires así
I’m trying to behave
Pero tú tienes algo
I can’t explain
No no no
Don’t move away
No no no
Quédate
No me mires así
Que me haces pensar
Que tal vez esta noche
No va a terminar
No te prometo
Toda mi vida
Pero esta noche
Se ve distinta
You don’t need words
I don’t need plans
Solo tu mano
Cerca de my hand
Si esto se acaba
Lo acepto bien
Pero por ahora
Ven ven ven
No me mires así
Que me haces pensar
Que tal vez esta noche
No va a terminar
No me mires así
I’m trying to behave
Pero tú tienes algo
I can’t explain
No no no
Don’t move away
No no no
Quédate
No me mires así
Que me haces pensar
Que tal vez esta noche
No va a terminar
No me mires así
You know what you do
Quédate
Just me and you
CREDITS
Performer: Mono De Oro
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Intercepted Call
OXR
CREDITS
Performer: OXR
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Runnin' Wild
The Syrphids
Verified Artist
The Syrphids
The Syrphids’ journey began in the vibrant streets of Birmingham, where their distinct sound emerged from a collision of personal influences and bold experimentation.
Each member brings a unique flavor to the band's overall dynamic—blending raw, emotive vocals with intricate guitar riffs, rhythmic basslines, and atmospheric synth layers. Their music strikes a balance between the unpredictability of alternative rock and the infectious melodies of indie pop, creating an eclectic sound that is both challenging and accessible.
What sets The Syrphids apart is their ability to navigate complex emotional themes, delivering lyrics that resonate deeply while still maintaining an undeniably catchy, crowd-pleasing vibe.
Their live performances are a spectacle of energy and emotion, where their chemistry as a band shines brightest. The Syrphids have a knack for turning intimate venues into electrifying spaces, with each song building on the momentum of the last.
Their setlists are carefully curated to take listeners on a journey—whether it's through soulful ballads that tug at heartstrings or high-octane anthems that ignite the crowd. This ability to command the stage has earned them a growing fanbase, not just in Birmingham but across the UK, with audiences captivated by their authenticity and musical craftsmanship.
As The Syrphids look toward the future, their ambitions are clear: to continue evolving their sound while staying true to the experimental roots that first brought them together. With several EPs already under their belt and plans for a full-length album on the horizon, the band is poised to break through to even broader audiences.
Their commitment to innovation, coupled with their undeniable talent, ensures that The Syrphids will continue to be a force in the indie music scene, challenging conventions and capturing the hearts of listeners around the world.
Runnin' Wild
The Syrphids
The swing creaks in the yard long since rusted down
We raced the wind 'til the sun hit the ground
The world was small but it felt so wide
Every secret path we would try to hide
Those days they fade but linger still
Like echoes soft behind the hill
We were runnin' wild barefoot in the rain
No thought of tomorrow no sense of the pain
Laughter in the distance calling our names
Time moved slow but it slipped away
The treehouse crumbled the paint peeled thin
But we climbed it high just to feel the wind
We told ourselves we’d never leave
But dreams grow up just like the trees
Those days they fade but linger still
Like echoes soft behind the hill
We were runnin' wild barefoot in the rain
No thought of tomorrow no sense of the pain
Laughter in the distance calling our names
Time moved slow but it slipped away
The road ahead is paved with change
But those roots they still remain
The swing creaks in the yard but we’ve moved on
Still hear the laughter though the days are gone
CREDITS
Performer: The Syrphids
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Back to Me
Her Name Was Frequency
Back to Me
Her Name Was Frequency
First step in
No need to rush
Heartbeat syncs
With every hush
I forgot how the sky looked at noon
How my name feels in an empty room
I gave my light to borrowed hands
Now I’m done with second plans
No more echo
No delay
I found my voice
It wants to stay
I came back to me
Like sun through a cloud
Not asking for space
Just dancing out loud
No more halfway
No more maybe
I came back to me
And I’m not leaving lately
Mirror smiles without the doubt
I learned how to move without burning out
No more waiting to feel free
I don’t need permission to be
No more shadows
I don't bend
This is where
I start again
I came back to me
Like sun through a cloud
Not asking for space
Just dancing out loud
No more halfway
No more maybe
I came back to me
And I’m not leaving lately
I was never gone
Just out of range
But now I’m tuned
To my own change
I came back to me
Where I always begin
This time I stay
This time I win
No more waiting
No more maybe
I came back to me
And I’m not leaving lately
CREDITS
Performer: Her Name Was Frequency
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
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
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Wannabe Off
Lily Green
Verified Artist
Lily Green
Lily Green is a vibrant nu-disco artist with a deep love for cars and the open road.
Hailing from Los Angeles, Lily grew up with the sounds of synth beats and funky basslines, which fueled her passion for creating danceable, feel-good music.
Her fascination with cars started in childhood, spending weekends at car shows with her dad and dreaming of road trips across the country. This love for automobiles often finds its way into her music, with themes of freedom, speed, and adventure.
Known for her infectious energy and groovy tunes, Lily Green’s tracks are the perfect soundtrack for cruising down the highway with the windows down.
Wannabe Off
Lily Green
We could be from anywhere
But I want the right approach
Could be what you never thought
Could be what you thought the most
I could use a dinner date
I wanna eat you raw
Now take a look at me
Tell me what you saw
Would you wanna be off for the summer?
Out in the country
Drivin' a Hummer
We could be getting my number
My name is Eve and I'm just a soul you couldn't handle
Would you wanna be off?
Could share with me a memory
Or win me a teddy bear
Could you be something I can't be
Or something we all were
(Could be) It's not you
It's me
Or maybe it's him
But don't believe anything
If it goes on a whim
Would you wanna be off for the summer?
Out in the country
Drivin' a Hummer
We could be getting my number
My name is Eve and I'm just a soul you couldn't handle
Would you wanna be off?
A manatee
Amnesty
Deodorant
Detorant
Casanova
Castanova
Here's another
Here's another
Would you wanna be off for the summer?
Out in the country
Drivin' a Hummer
We could be getting my number
My name is Eve and I'm just a soul you couldn't handle
Would you wanna be off?
CREDITS
Performer: Lily Green
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Paper Cup Summer
Mirov Saint
Verified Artist
Mirov Saint
Meet Mirov Saint, everyone's favorite disco-spinning, beat-making connoisseur of all that is musical and funky. Hailing from a place as elusive as his name suggests, this maestro reigns from the far-flung utopia we like to call Saint Petersburg, crafting soundtracks that make our everyday lives feel like an enchanted fairy tale.
This genteel DJ, signed to Filodyo—shout out to them for recognising raw talent—works nightclub miracles, turning songs into disco-infused enchantments. His pièce de résistance? A cabaret dance cover of Romeo Vane's "Kiss Me When I'm Lying", of course. Because who needs a prince charming when you've got Mirov Saint remixing your life soundtrack?
Behind the decks, he becomes this alchemy wizard, transforming every beat into disco-gold, infusing happiness in every note. Take a gander at Mirov's Spotify. You'll think you've been transported to a Moscow underground disco in the 70s—a place where anxiety is unknown, and the mood is perpetually “Happy”.
So there you have it, folks. Mirov Saint, living proof that disco isn't dead, it's just been chilling in Saint Petersburg, waiting for one wizardly DJ to mix it back to life.
Paper Cup Summer
Mirov Saint
You left your scarf on my chair
Cheap red thread and summer air
I still fold it by the door
Like you might come back for more
And I know I know
It was never clean
But your name
Still shakes the seams
Paper cup summer
You still taste like that
Paper cup summer
Gone fast came back
I keep one small match
For the dark you made
Paper cup summer
Won't fade won't fade
Bus stop rain on your shoes
You laughed like you had bad news
In the park under the trees
You said "Don't make a promise to me"
And I know I know
We were shaking hard
Two wild hearts
In a borrowed car
Paper cup summer
You still taste like that
Paper cup summer
Gone fast came back
I keep one small match
For the dark you made
Paper cup summer
Won't fade won't fade
Now the corner store's closed early
The peach gum on your sleeve still hurts me
If I call would you hear my voice?
Or just the noise just the noise
Paper cup summer
You still taste like that
Paper cup summer
Gone fast came back
I keep one small match
For the dark you made
Paper cup summer
Won't fade won't fade
CREDITS
Performer: Mirov Saint
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
Verified Artist
Elyra Dawn
Elyra Dawn was born in Rotterdam, raised between ferry horns and late-night radio static. Music wasn’t a choice — it was everywhere. Her mother sang quietly while folding laundry, her older brother blasted trance through paper-thin walls, and Elyra? She listened. Carefully. Absorbing melodies like secondhand sunlight.
She spent her teenage years bouncing between school choirs, bedroom recordings, and weekend trips to Amsterdam’s record stores. The moment she first heard Robyn’s Dancing On My Own on a train platform at dusk, something clicked. It wasn’t just about sadness or joy — it was how you could wear both in the same voice. That duality, the push and pull between euphoria and vulnerability, would become Elyra’s signature.
After performing in local clubs and uploading small demos online, she received an unexpected email from Filodyo’s Hakan E — a message that simply said: “You sound like you’ve lived a little. Let’s talk.” What followed was a slow, careful collaboration: late-night file exchanges, voice memos from backstage, moments captured between flights. Elyra didn’t rush it. She never does.
Today, her voice balances two worlds — the sweaty rush of the dancefloor and the quiet ache of a Sunday morning alone. Her hooks stick, her delivery stings, and her presence on stage feels at once intimate and cinematic. Elyra Dawn isn’t here to be loud. She’s here to be heard.
Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
I kept your echo in a borrowed chord
Faded at the edges like a prayer ignored
You never spoke in “forever” terms—
Only in glances only in turns
We drew lines in passing trains
Paused in motion looped refrains
What we had was quiet gold—
But time like steam refused to hold
So I won't chase the version of us
That never really stayed never fully was
You were a still life mid-collapse
A moving part in silent gaps
And I loved you there—
Where the light never dared
But lingered
Like it knew
We’d vanish fair
You hummed in keys I couldn’t trace
Left fingerprints on open space
A breath a shift a tilted frame
No villain here just untitled blame
Maps don’t cover scenes like this
Where lips forget what touch meant bliss
But if you ask what we became—
A shadow signed with no one’s name
I won't rewrite the note you played
Or tune the silence we conveyed
You were a still life breaking fast
A fleeting truth I couldn’t grasp
And I loved you there—
Not to repair—
But to remember
Without despair
Maybe we were best
in between intentions
Not a love song—
just the tension
Still life
in motion
Still life
Not frozen
CREDITS
Performer: Elyra Dawn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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