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Desert Frequency
Alia Bergen
Verified Artist
Alia Bergen
Alia Bergen, an emerging name in the vibrant dance music scene of Amsterdam, weaves together elements of house and electronic with a distinctly intimate touch. With her warm analog bass lines and punchy kick patterns, Alia invites listeners into her sonic world, where airy vocals dance over lush stereo pads and subtle piano stabs create an enveloping atmosphere. Her latest track, "Desert Frequency," embodies this spirit, coupling hopeful and playful themes with evolving textures that pulse with life. The organic darbuka grooves layered beneath modern house rhythms add a unique rhythmic complexity that sets her apart.
Hailing from a background steeped in musical exploration, Alia began her journey by collaborating with local musicians who shared her passion for combining traditional sounds with contemporary beats. Their initial meetings at open mic nights sparked a creative partnership that would lead to the formation of her solo project. Each track in her catalog, including future releases poised to build on the success of "Desert Frequency," explores themes of connection and intimacy, often capturing fleeting moments with poetic lyricism that resonates deeply with her audience.
In Alia's music, every sound serves a purpose—whether it's the shimmering plucks that evoke a sense of wonder or the playful slaps that drive the energy forward. Her ability to blend sensuality with inspiration creates an inviting landscape for listeners, making them feel as if they are part of an unfolding narrative. As she continues to develop her craft and refine her artistic identity, Alia Bergen remains committed to producing tracks that inspire joy and connection through rhythm and melody.
Desert Frequency
Alia Bergen
Glass on the shoreline
Silver on skin
The night keeps folding
As the rhythm pulls us in
Every street is breathing slower
Windows shimmer then disappear
You don't have to say forever
You're already here
One more step
One more spark
One more pulse across the dark
No destination
Only motion
Floating where the bass begins
Higher
Take me where the skyline bends
Higher
Nothing has to make sense
We move
Like the tide beneath the light
Higher
Till tomorrow loses sight
Dust rises softly
Under every heel
Ancient echoes
Wrapped in something new and real
Hands cut circles through the silence
Every heartbeat shifts its place
No one owns this second
No one leaves a trace
The air keeps turning
Round and round
Every shadow finds a sound
No gravity
No history
Just the rhythm underneath
We don't chase the sunrise
We become the color
One breath
One horizon
Nothing louder
Higher
Lift the night above the ground
Higher
Feel the silence singing loud
We move
Where the desert meets the sea
Higher
You and the frequency
Higher
Only the frequency
CREDITS
Performer: Alia Bergen
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Never Barefoot
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.
Never Barefoot
The Syrphids
I was barefoot in the silence
dreaming of laces I could never tie
They told me “Leave your shoes behind”
but my feet were burning on holy ground
Back then the glass windows whispered
shops were cathedrals I couldn’t enter
Every sneaker a forbidden scripture
every boot a sermon I couldn’t keep
I walked with shadows on the pavement
carrying blisters instead of crowns
Now every aisle feels like confession
plastic bags my rosaries
boxes stacked like psalms unspoken
I kneel but I never pray
I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the echoes of my hunger follow me
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never felt these cracks in me
So I buy another pair I’ll never wear
just to silence the ghost of that child staring
at the glass at the glass at the glass
Leather tongues speak louder than my own
rubber soles drown out my guilt
Every purchase is a broken hymn
every closet a confessional built
I don’t wear them I collect my scars
like trophies of battles I never fought
The past still laces up my ankles
pulling tight with phantom strings
No barefoot freedom in the morning
just a graveyard made of things
I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the echoes of my hunger follow me
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never felt these cracks in me
So I buy another pair I’ll never wear
just to silence the ghost of that child staring
at the glass at the glass at the glass
Empty shoes like empty prayers
lining up my hallway shrine
I am both thief and worshipper
stealing time wasting time
I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the pavement bleeds the silence roars
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never stood in this hunger before
So I’ll keep on buying keep on binding
never fitting never finding…
and the child in the glass walks with me still
CREDITS
Performer: The Syrphids
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
Radio Trottoir
No Be Me
Verified Artist
No Be Me
No Be Me is an Afro-pop collective built around rhythm, mischief and stories that travel faster than facts. Their songs follow barbers, drivers, aunties, shopkeepers and accidental witnesses through everyday neighbourhood dramas, turning overheard remarks into sharp, danceable narratives. Led by a warm male storyteller and supported by four tightly arranged studio voices, the group blends Afrobeats percussion, highlife guitar, elastic bass and dry humour without relying on spectacle.
Their first single, “Radio Trottoir,” introduces a world where one careless “maybe” can acquire a wedding date, two witnesses and a catering budget before lunchtime. No Be Me treat gossip as social choreography: funny, dangerous, generous and impossible to control. Their music is polished but human, playful without becoming novelty, and rooted in the idea that the best stories rarely belong to the person who started them.
Radio Trottoir
No Be Me
Eight-oh-five by Saint Michel
Kola had a cake box under one arm
one red shoe in the other hand
He said “My aunt turns sixty”
I heard “aunt” “cake” and “Saturday”
and supplied the missing cinema myself
At Idris’ barbershop I said
“Maybe the man is getting married”
Idris did not repeat my sentence
He gave it catering witnesses
and a cousin arriving from Marseille
with three phones and firm opinions
By nine-fifteen the taxi rank knew the venue
By ten the tailor had chosen gold
By eleven Auntie Binta had named two children
Kola was still looking for candles
Who told you?
No be me
Who confirmed it?
Nobody
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
one little “maybe” took a motorbike
Dem don carry am go dem don add pepper
by lunch that man was married twice
At one he had married the mayor’s niece
At two he had bought a flat in Lisbon
At three he had left her for a singer
whose name nobody could pronounce
At four the church committee wanted answers
about a generator no one had lost
At five I tried to stop the story
That became “He knows more than he is saying”
At six my mother called me:
“Wear something decent
Apparently you are giving the speech
And bring your own chair”
I found Kola beside the pharmacy
still carrying the same red shoe
The cake was for Aunt Mariam
The shoe had fallen from her shopping bag
He stared at me for seven quiet seconds
then asked who I planned to marry
I laughed exactly once
That was my second mistake
Who told you?
No be me
Who confirmed it?
Nobody
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
one little “maybe” took a motorbike
Dem don carry am go dem don add pepper
by lunch that man was married twice
I went home to hide from the bulletin
My neighbour had prepared rice
My sister said a woman named Celeste
had accepted me on my behalf
Who is Celeste? Nobody knows
She may be a dentist
She may be in Dakar
She may have started at Idris’ second chair
My mother likes her already
She says Celeste sounds responsible
There are now two cakes in the kitchen
Neither one belongs to Kola
Wetin happen?
Ask the barber
Who start am?
No be me
Where proof dey?
It left by taxi
Can you stop am?
You fit try
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
no antenna no editor no brakes
By sunset Kola ran the ministry
by midnight I was cutting a second cake
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
every correction opens another branch
I only said “Maybe he is getting married”
Now Celeste is discussing curtains with my aunt
Kola brought the candles
My mother served the rice
Idris arrived with invitations
No be me
CREDITS
Performer: No Be Me
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Kaiser Tempo
Herr Casino
Verified Artist
Herr Casino
Herr Casino, the enigmatic artist from Vienna, effortlessly blends the vibrant worlds of dance, disco, and electronic pop. With an uplifting energy that resonates through tracks like "Kaiser Tempo" and "Disco Machiavelli," his music invites listeners to revel in moments of joy and hope. Each song showcases his playful vocal identity, characterized by a male voice that carries a sense of infectious enthusiasm, making his work perfect for both lively dance floors and introspective evenings.
Across his catalog, Herr Casino's tracks are united by their energetic beats and evocative themes. Songs like "Kaiser Tempo" radiate happiness and inspiration, while "Disco Machiavelli" explores deeper emotional landscapes, balancing loneliness with uplifting melodies. This duality reflects his artistic vision, where joyous dance music meets introspective storytelling, creating a rich tapestry of sound that captivates and engages listeners. Whether you're looking to dance or reflect, Herr Casino's music provides the perfect backdrop for a variety of moods and moments.
Kaiser Tempo
Herr Casino
Achtung
Herr Casino
Kaiser Tempo
No love story
No apology
Nur Rhythmus
He came in sharp
Black coat white face
Gold ring no name
One step two guards
Red wine fast cars
Cold smile big talk
Slow hands hard walk
Everybody said
Who is this man?
Nobody moved
Nobody ran
He smiled like a banker
Danced like a thief
Talked like a prince
With a knife in his sleeve
Kaiser Tempo
King of the room
Too much money
Not enough truth
Clickclick
Camera flash
Ticktick
Count the cash
Big talk
Small town
Lights up
Hands down
He don’t sing
He declares
He don’t love
He compares
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
He says yes
When the world says no
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Velvet shoes
And a radio soul
Ohoh
Zu spät mein Freund
Ohoh
He never goes home
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Everybody knows
But nobody knows
Hotel lobby
Three am
Same old story
New problem
Silver lighter
Foreign smoke
He tells the truth
Like it’s a joke
Listen darling
Life is a game
Change the rules
Then change your name
He signs the bill
With a fountain pen
Leaves no number
Comes back again
One hand waving
One hand cold
Too young to stop
Too rich to grow old
Clickclick
Camera flash
Ticktick
Count the cash
Big talk
Small town
Lights up
Hands down
He don’t run
He arrives
He don’t sleep
He survives
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
He says yes
When the world says no
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Velvet shoes
And a radio soul
Ohoh
Zu spät mein Freund
Ohoh
He never goes home
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Everybody knows
But nobody knows
In Vienna
They called him trouble
In Paris
They called him style
In Milan
They called him expensive
In Berlin
They just smiled
He said
Gentlemen
You can buy the ticket
But you cannot buy the entrance
Then the bass came in
Tempo
Kaiser
Tempo
Kaiser
No crown
No throne
Just a telephone
No heart
No fear
Just a mirror near
Tempo
Kaiser
Tempo
Kaiser
Talk fast
Walk slow
Never let the people know
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
He says yes
When the world says no
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Velvet shoes
And a radio soul
Ohoh
Zu spät mein Freund
Ohoh
He never goes home
Kaiser Tempo
Kaiser Tempo
Everybody knows
But nobody knows
Achtung
The bill is paid
The room is empty
Kaiser Tempo
Has left the building
CREDITS
Performer: Herr Casino
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Under the Moonlight
Santiago Cruzado
Verified Artist
Santiago Cruzado
Santiago Cruzado emerges from the vibrant streets of Seville, where flamenco rhythms intertwine with modern pop sensibilities, creating a sound that is both passionate and playful. His music embodies the spirit of his hometown, with tracks like "Under the Moonlight" radiating warmth and romance. Santiago's lyrical artistry reflects on love and nostalgia, inviting listeners to share in moments suspended in time, where memories dance on the shores of yearning and joy.
Having honed his craft in local clubs, Santiago draws inspiration from the lively scenes that have surrounded him since he was a child. The influence of Spain’s diverse musical heritage seeps into his work, resulting in smooth melodies layered with rich storytelling. His catalog is not just a collection of songs; it features heartfelt narratives woven together by a consistent theme of love’s complexity, making each track a chapter in a larger tale.
As Santiago continues to expand his repertoire, his songs resonate with a hopeful outlook and a romantic essence. Whether it's basking in the gentle glow of "Under the Moonlight" or reflecting on fleeting moments in other upcoming releases, his vocal charm captivates audiences. With each performance, he invites fans to join him on this emotional journey, ensuring that every note played echoes long after the final chord has faded.
Under the Moonlight
Santiago Cruzado
The waves don't ask where you've gone
But they whisper your name till dawn
The fire crackles like your laugh
I sit with silence cut in half
Barefoot in the sand no one around
Just your memory making sound
On this shore by this flame
I trace your smile in the stars again
No phone no light no plan tonight
Just me the tide and soft moonlight
And when your face drifts into view
I breathe a word I saved for you
Your sweater still smells like wind
I wrap it tighter pretend again
The logs fall in the sparks rise high
But nothing burns like your goodbye
I talk to shadows like they're you
Like love could echo if it wanted to
On this shore by this flame
I trace your smile in the stars again
No phone no light no plan tonight
Just me the tide and soft moonlight
And when your face drifts into view
I breathe a word I saved for you
Maybe one day you’ll come back here
Follow the firelight through the fear
But until then I’ll sing to the blue
This lonely word… still meant for you
CREDITS
Performer: Santiago Cruzado
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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This Is Our Time
Alexander
Verified Artist
Alexander
“If you haven’t heard of Alexander before now, consider this your official 'invite to the party.' The secret weapon of the underground electronic scene is as enigmatic as he is dance-inducing. Born, bred and still sending good vibes out from Istanbul, the city poised between East and West, lending him unique influences to his crisp beats and bouncing synths.
Despite having a quiet life himself, Alexander’s sound is anything but; his music's happy mood is like a neon invitation to shake off your troubles and dance like no one's watching. His hit track, “This Is Our Time," suggests exuberance—a cascade of vibrant beats and irresistible rhythms that make you feel like everything's coming up roses.
Obscurity hits a lot of artists hard, but not our Alexander. He's the equivalent of the guy at the party that nobody knows, but everyone wants to be around—the center of the buzz, all while hanging back and enjoying the groove. Amidst the flashing lights and blaring speakers, Alexander is carving out a shiny niche for himself in the glittering world of electronica.
Always humble, mostly unseen but making waves big enough to surf on, Alexander is a true gem in the sprawling metropolis of electronic music. So here's to Alexander: Our low-key maestro, turning his quiet existence into a much-needed celebration of life, one electronic beat at a time.”
This Is Our Time
Alexander
Shadows paint the skyline moving like a carousel
Fingers trace the skyline secrets only we could tell
Through the hum of chaos found a rhythm found a spark
Pulling threads of silence weaving music in the dark
And the world fades like a worn-out photograph
Colors drain but I still feel the aftermath
Where the heart meets the unknown there’s a pulse we can’t ignore
Like a key turned in a lock we’re stepping through the door
This is our time unbroken unspoken
Gravity’s gone the tether is broken
Rising like the night won’t hold us down
We’re chasing stars in a quiet town
Waves of conversation ripple in electric streams
Voices carry miles riding currents crossing dreams
Maps dissolve to fragments but the compass pulls us in
Caught between the chaos and the quiet deep within
And the world fades like a worn-out photograph
Colors drain but I still feel the aftermath
Where the heart meets the unknown there’s a pulse we can’t ignore
Like a key turned in a lock we’re stepping through the door
This is our time unbroken unspoken
Gravity’s gone the tether is broken
Rising like the night won’t hold us down
We’re chasing stars in a quiet town
Look—city sleeps but the gridline’s awake
Dreams move fast like the steps that we take
Caught in the static but I’m breaking the code
Turning every crack in the glass to a road
Heartbeat sync to the bass no delay
Lost in the maze but we carve our own way
They said “stay small” but the script got flipped
Now we’re writing the lines every word’s a gift
Flames in the shadows yeah we light up the void
Building something real from the world they destroyed
We’re the pulse the push the unspoken sound
Chasing stars where the quiet is loud
Every beat every sound every step is ours to make
Every chance every fall every risk we have to take
When the dust finally settles will we still know who we are?
Or will we be fragments scattered across the stars?
This is our time unbroken unspoken
Gravity’s gone the tether is broken
Rising like the night won’t hold us down
We’re chasing stars in a quiet town
Quiet town oh quiet town
Where the whispers hold us and the world slows down
Quiet town oh quiet town
We’ll find ourselves where the echoes drown
CREDITS
Performer: Alexander
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Unbreakable Rhythm
Amanda Lear
Verified Artist
Amanda Lear
Say 'Hallå' to Amanda Lear, the queen of dance beats hailing from Stockholm, Sweden. With her infectiously happy tunes and unapologetic love for the dance genre, she's made Swedes pause their ABBA records to tune in to her vibe.
Now, some musicians find their inspiration in love, others in heartbreak, but for Amanda, it's all in the meatballs. Yes, that's right, she swears by a hearty bowl of traditional Swedish meatballs before any recording session. She credits this peculiar routine for the untamed joy that bubbles up in songs like her renowned hit, "Unbreakable Rhythm".
As you listen to the exhuberant rhythms of Amanda's music, brace yourself. It's not just the catchy hooks that will make you tap your feet and bob your head, it's the incredibly positive energy that leaves you smiling, no matter what kind of day you've had. So, whether you're kick-starting a boujee house party or enduring a soul-draining commute, Amanda Lear has the tunes to keep your spirits up, your feet moving, and - for lack of a better word - the 'rytm' unbreakable.
Unbreakable Rhythm
Amanda Lear
Woke up in the shadow of night
Gotta keep my head up high
No tears no sign of fright
Underneath this endless sky
Facing battles with a smile
Every mile makes me wise
Every step takes a while
But I’ll soar above the lies
I am strong and unbreakable
Life’s a dance unshakable
Feel the beat I'm unchained
In this game I’ve remained
Through the storm and the rain
I found myself again
Not a moment spent in vain
I dance away the pain
I am strong and unbreakable
Life’s a dance unshakable
Feel the beat I'm unchained
In this game I’ve remained
Every heartbeat a new dawn
Mind so fierce moving on
I won’t break I won’t fall
Through it all I stand tall
CREDITS
Performer: Amanda Lear
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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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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Step Into My Rhythm
Dennise
Verified Artist
Dennise
Born in 1996 in Antwerp, Belgium, Dennise began her creative career not as a singer, but as a voice-over artist. With a warm, expressive tone and remarkable control, she became a sought-after voice in commercials, audiobooks, and animated films across Europe. For years, her voice was instantly recognizable, even if her face stayed out of the spotlight.
Music had always been quietly present in her life. Between recording sessions, she would write melodies and lyrics, experimenting with harmonies and vocal textures in her small home studio. Her path into music took a decisive turn when Filodyo producer Hakan E. heard one of her demos and invited her to record an original track.
Since that moment, Dennise has worked exclusively with Filodyo, creating songs that combine her precise vocal technique with a modern pop sensibility shaped by European dance rhythms. Guided by Hakan E.’s production, her tracks carry both the polish of a seasoned professional and the intimacy of a storyteller.
Outside the studio, Dennise is an avid cyclist and urban wanderer, often finding lyrical inspiration on her rides through city streets and coastal paths. For her, music is simply another way to tell a story — but now, her voice takes center stage.
Step Into My Rhythm
Dennise
Got a beat in my chest it’s a runaway train
Every move you make pulls me back again
I’m caught in your tempo can’t break away
But I don’t wanna leave I’m here to stay
Turn it up let it spin
Take my hands pull me in
No rules just the sound
We’ll burn this floor to the ground
Step into my rhythm don’t you slow it down
Oh-oh keep it moving now
We’re a spark in the night we don’t need a crown
Step into my rhythm and we’ll shut it down
Yeah shut it down down down
Your eyes talk loud like a midnight call
Don’t you dare let the moment fall
My heartbeat’s playing in 4/4 time
And you’re the reason for every line
Turn it up let it spin
Take my hands pull me in
No rules just the sound
We’ll burn this floor to the ground
Step into my rhythm don’t you slow it down
Oh-oh keep it moving now
We’re a spark in the night we don’t need a crown
Step into my rhythm and we’ll shut it down
Oh we shut it down down down
One step two step keep the groove tight
We’re gonna make this our favorite night
No going back no turning around
We own the beat we own the sound
Step into my rhythm don’t you slow it down
Oh-oh keep it moving now
We’re a spark in the night we don’t need a crown
Step into my rhythm and we’ll shut it down
Yeah yeah yeah — shut it down
Step into my rhythm… oh-oh-oh
CREDITS
Performer: Dennise
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Only Ashes Know My ...
Julian Hartman
Verified Artist
Julian Hartman
Julian Hartman; a magical melody weaving prodigy, hailing from the exquisite alpine landscapes of Switzerland. Raised on Ticino truffles and Emmental cheese chunks, Julian is the offspring of Switzerland’s savviest real estate tycoon (eh-hem, his dad, if you didn't catch that). But instead of joining the family business, Julian took the scenic route, stating that the only thing he's interested in constructing are heart-stirring ballads full of intricate harmony and soulful chords, and, well, who can argue with that?
A graduate of Communication Studies, Julian uses his academic background to strike a chord with his fan base. He also resumes a dual life as an activist. One moment, he's delivering soul-stirring tunes, sending listeners on a roller-coaster ride of emotions, the next he’s making profound impacts advocating for human rights. His hit track, "Only Ashes Know My Name," feels like poetically walking face-first into a blast of empathy and introspection, and rumour has it, it's a subconscious ode to the countless times he's forgotten his own name after an all-nighter at Geneva’s cheese fondue parties.
Julian Hartman, this activist-cum-singer, is more than a musical maestro with a magnetic presence. He's the compelling sonic storyteller with a forgettable real-estate lineage who exceeds all expectations with each guitar strum, proving that the best path is often the road less travelled, paved with cheese and a master's degree in communication.
Only Ashes Know My Name
Julian Hartman
Falling hours crooked roads
Lanterns flicker stories fold
Traces left in borrowed sand
Nowhere feels like where we stand
Wind moves slow but pulls apart
Empty rooms still hold a spark
Pull the thread and watch it fray
All we built just fades away
Running circles chasing flame
Only ashes know my name
Voices hum in window panes
Summers lost in silver rain
Names dissolve like ink in tide
Leaving nothing left to hide
Wind moves slow but pulls apart
Empty rooms still hold a spark
Pull the thread and watch it fray
All we built just fades away
Running circles chasing flame
Only ashes know my name
No more echoes down the line
Only shadows drawn in time
Pull the thread and watch it fray
All we built just fades away
Running circles chasing flame
Only ashes know my name
CREDITS
Performer: Julian Hartman
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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Under the Surface
Between Mirrors
Under the Surface
Between Mirrors
I woke to a sound that wasn’t there
The world was still but something stirred
Your name was carved in quiet places
Not in stone — but in the way
The kettle clicks the curtain moves
And silence starts to sway
It’s not the wind it’s not the rain
It’s every pause I can't explain
It’s you beneath the surface
It’s you without a name
I never learned to hold the stillness
Always filled the space with noise
But now I count the absent seconds
Like they were stolen joys
It’s not the sound it’s not the flame
It’s everything that won’t remain
It’s you beneath the surface
It’s you without a name
So I sit in the in-between
And feel what I can’t see
Under the surface
You’re still shaping me
CREDITS
Performer: Between Mirrors
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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