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After Seven
Elian Rae
Verified Artist
Elian Rae
Elian Rae makes refined late-hour pop built for rooms that do not want to shout. Her sound blends soft nu-disco, mellow funk bass, Rhodes keys, muted guitar, and an airy vocal style that feels polished without turning glossy or loud.
Her songs often find small cinematic details in ordinary spaces: a quiet shop after seven, fabric on a hanger, receipts curling beside a drawer, street color moving behind glass. The result is warm, understated music for evening playlists, boutique floors, and listeners who like groove with restraint.
After Seven
Elian Rae
At seven the glass doors learn the street by name
sale tags turn slowly in the conditioned air
someone leaves a blue scarf folded out of place
and the mirror keeps pretending not to stare
A clerk counts coins like small weather
one by one into a paper tray
the fitting rooms exhale together
as the weekday loosens its display
Keep the low lamps on
let the room breathe out
there is music in the ordinary
when the hurry thins around
Soft returns quiet shelves
hands on fabric nothing else
after seven after seven
we move lightly through ourselves
Perfume cards sleep beside the counter
shoes line up like they know the floor
outside taxis change their colors
inside no one needs to want more
A coat on a hanger turns human
for a second in the corner light
I almost ask it where it's going
then I let it keep the night
Keep the low lamps on
let the room breathe out
there is music in the ordinary
when the hurry thins around
Soft returns quiet shelves
hands on fabric nothing else
after seven after seven
we move lightly through ourselves
Not every song should chase the ceiling
not every room should ask for rain
some evenings only need a rhythm
folded neatly with a name
Keep the low lamps on
let the room breathe out
there is music in the ordinary
when the hurry thins around
Soft returns quiet shelves
hands on fabric nothing else
after seven after seven
we move lightly through ourselves
The last receipt curls by the drawer
one small moon on the floor
after seven after seven
nothing asks to be more
CREDITS
Performer: Elian Rae
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Wrong Exit Saturday
The Southbounders
Verified Artist
The Southbounders
The Southbounders are a four-piece alternative rock band whose story began in the late 1990s, when a group of high school friends started playing together after classes, rehearsing wherever they could find space. What began as a casual obsession quickly developed into a distinct sound built around worn guitar tones, restrained melodies, rough-edged vocals, and songs about restless youth, small-town frustration, and the urge to leave everything behind.
In their early years, The Southbounders played school events, small clubs, local festivals, and independent venues, gradually building a loyal following. Their music blended the weight of post-grunge with the warmth of Americana and folk-rock, giving the band a sound that could feel raw and aggressive one moment and unexpectedly fragile the next. Each member brought a different musical instinct to the group, helping create a style that felt less polished than mainstream rock, but far more personal.
Rather than becoming a conventional commercial act, The Southbounders slowly developed the reputation of a band people discovered and held onto. Their songs became associated with long drives, late-summer evenings, empty streets, and that particular kind of uncertainty that comes with growing up. Looking back, their story feels less like one of ambition or fame and more like four friends who happened to capture the mood of their time in a handful of songs that still sound honest years later.
Wrong Exit Saturday
The Southbounders
Prompt
Wrong exit
Keep going
Too late now
Danny swore he knew the shortcut
Mick was reading from a folded map
Twenty minutes past the junction
Nobody was turning back
Found a fair beside a football ground
Won a plastic trophy at a game
Some kid talked us into bumper cars
Now Danny’s wearing someone’s paper crown
Every little plan went missing
Somewhere between here and there
Wrong exit Saturday
Nothing going quite our way
Every turn becomes a story
Every stop gives us another name
Wrong exit Saturday
We were never good at straight lines anyway
If we end up somewhere different
Maybe that’s the better place
Wrong exit Saturday
Keep going
Mick bought sunglasses far too large
Danny posed beside a painted horse
We took pictures in a photo booth
None of us looked like ourselves
Found a diner by the service road
Stayed until the rain moved on
Someone started tapping out a rhythm
Three of us were singing before long
Every little plan went missing
And nobody seemed to care
Wrong exit Saturday
Nothing going quite our way
Every turn becomes a story
Every stop gives us another name
Wrong exit Saturday
We were never good at straight lines anyway
If we end up somewhere different
Maybe that’s the better place
Wrong exit Saturday
Keep going
Who has the map
Mick does
Is it upside down
Possibly
Where are we
No idea
Good
Keep going
Evening found us by the coastline
Shoes full of sand and pockets light
Danny said we missed the whole thing
Mick said maybe this was it
Nobody had an answer ready
So we stayed until the sun went down
Then took the longest road back home
Still arguing about which way round
Wrong exit Saturday
Nothing going quite our way
Every turn became a story
Every stop gave us another name
Wrong exit Saturday
We were never good at straight lines anyway
If we end up somewhere different
Maybe that’s the better place
Wrong exit Saturday
Keep going
Danny says
Next time I drive
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Lyrics
CREDITS
Performer: The Southbounders
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Love and Hate
Dylan West
Verified Artist
Dylan West
Meet Dylan West, a pop maestro who understands the beauty of contrasting emotions, hailing from the city of Westwood, California. His punchy pop beats can turn any retail shop into a spontaneous dance floor.
Primarily a photographer by day and crooner by night, Dylan captures life's dizzying spectrum, both through his lens and his soothing melodies. Enter "Love and Hate", one of his standout tracks. A tune as contradictory as its title, it dances on the tightrope of joy and heartbreak, proving that happiness can emerge out of chaos - much like a successfully planned family photo at a rowdy wedding.
Dylan's journey saw a fruitful twist when he signed up with Filodyo, a company known for producing refreshing store music. There, Dylan found the perfect fit, an idyllic backdrop to his boundless melodies that even the grumpiest of retail staff find their feet inadvertently shuffling to.
You might have guessed it; Dylan West is not your typical pop artist. Always ready with a camera and a heart full of beats, he captures the world in raw, vibrant colors, and turns it into feel-good pop music. If you're ever in Westwood, listen closely, because your morning latte might come with a side of Dylan West's enthralling tunes.
Love and Hate
Dylan West
It's a thin line
Between love and hate
Between the real and the fake
There ain't no switchin' sides
You know there ain't no in-between
With love and hate
The things I love
The things I hate
They can just irritate me until they motivate me
Hit the road and take me
Lift me up and elevate me
And curve some paths to navigate me to gold
The pears grow from the seed and the tree and the roots and the soul
You know the thicker the skin
The less mindful the fangs that unfold
Thin line grows thicker
Hearts don't make good mirrors
Seein' clearer
Know when it's love and hate
We gotta relocate away
Ain't no fakin'
The things I hate
The things I love
They can just lift me high as the clouds above me
Ain't a flaw in a dove's wings
Just needs a little bit of coseting
A dose of humanity
Or so I'm told
You see
The Hunger Games ain't never yet got old
Thin lines grows thicker and thicker
It's all them thick-thick girls
That's been my soldiers
And we patrolin'
You know it's love
It ain't hate
Thin line grows thicker
Hearts don't make good mirrors
Seein' clearer
Know when it's love and hate
We gotta relocate away
Ain't no fakin'
Thin line grows thicker
Hearts don't make good mirrors
Seein' clearer
Know when it's love and hate
We gotta relocate away
Ain't no fakin'
CREDITS
Performer: Dylan West
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Velvet Routine (fea...
Mark Martian
Verified Artist
Mark Martian
Mark Martian is one of the most elusive figures in the music world, and his mysterious persona has left many fans wondering—could he really be from Mars?
Known for using the alias Martian Mark during his collaborations, this enigmatic producer has somehow managed to evade the spotlight completely. No interviews, no photos, no videos—Mark is practically a ghost. Some say it’s part of his brand, while others speculate wildly. Who knows?
Maybe while Elon Musk dreams of building colonies on Mars, Mark’s already here, quietly making beats after hitching a ride from the Red Planet’s first neighborhood.
Despite the secrecy surrounding him, one thing’s clear: Mark’s music speaks volumes. His deep house tracks pulse with interstellar vibes, his pop productions are out-of-this-world catchy, and his funk grooves are, well, otherworldly.
Whether he’s blending cosmic synths with soulful beats or dropping funk-infused rhythms, his style keeps listeners hooked and guessing. You can hear his work across platforms, but his music truly shines on Filodyo, where you might catch the next great Martian anthem—if he doesn’t beam it up first.
Velvet Routine (feat Lillian Rose)
Mark Martian
We dress like rebels drink like kings
Same old chaos in designer things
Speeches echo boots still march
Only the lighting's changed the arch
It’s a velvet routine — tailored lies in satin thread
We spin the wheel again pretend we’ve never bled
Gold-plated futures on rusted tracks
What’s next is just what’s looking back
Neon prophets selling calm
Wrapped in vinyl dripping charm
We nod and smile like we forgot
That every screen was once a plot
It’s a velvet routine
stitched with charm
and powdered shame
A silver loop of past parades
just under a new name
Gold-plated futures on rusted tracks
What’s next is just what’s looking back
Spin it once more
the record knows the drill
New shoes same dance same bitter pill
CREDITS
Performer: Mark Martian
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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The Land of No Tomo...
Marco Bellini
Verified Artist
Marco Bellini
Meet Marco Bellini, the gleaming lone star of the independent dance scene, making you forget any sorrow with his upbeat tunes. Born and raised under the swaying palm trees of Naples, Italy, Bellini crafts sonic euphoria like no other.
Our man Bellini did not find his love in the stomping grounds of Naples’ electrifying night scene. Instead, the sun-soaked streets, vibrant markets, and the rhythmic cadence of the Mediterranean waves stirred something deep. This culminated in his irresistible brainchild—"The Land of No Tomorrow"—a track so hopelessly optimistic that it made the Billboard's 'Sad Songs' list for the sheer irony.
Marco, with his deft touch, keeps it simple—'Simple is the new sexy,' he once quipped, half-twirling his pencil-thin moustache. He convinces you there's always a dance party waiting around the corner, even in a world that often sounds like a broken record. His tunes are a sonic Piña Colada—sweet, refreshing, and leaving you high on life. As Marco himself proclaims, "a tempo that resonates with the heartbeat of joy, that's my journey's end."
The Land of No Tomorrow
Marco Bellini
There's a place where I can go
When I feel the world closing in
Take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
Where no one's ever been
I know I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
And it feels like I'm falling
But you tell me I'm flying
I was feeling so low
Now you got me high
I know I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
'Cause when I am with you
There's no sadness or sorrow
I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
CREDITS
Performer: Marco Bellini
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 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!
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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Tied My Hands
River Mae
Verified Artist
River Mae
Meet River Mae, a musical maverick straight out of Norway. Originally a law student, she swapped the courtroom for the recording booth after much persuasive coaxing from friends who were evidently one part envious of her vocal chords, and two-parts tired of hearing her legal jargon. Like so many greats before her, River's journey began modestly, singing her heart out in local karaoke bars, where her renditions of beloved pop classics left many patrons wondering if they hadn't perhaps had one too many cocktails...or was that really just a law grad belting out tunes?
River's music career showcases a perfect blend of spontaneity and determination. Her life took an unexpected turn when she surrendered to her friends' pestering and stepped in front of the mic, exchanging her comfort zone for a world filled with rhythms and melodies. In the process, River managed to redefine karaoke nights everywhere, as her enchanting voice left audiences questioning whether they were in a cozy neighborhood bar or an illustrious music arena. Now when she's not sharing her tongue-in-cheek anecdotes about her journey from law books to lyric sheets, she's singing about it in her scintillating tunes.
Most notably, the song "Tied My Hands" brings all these elements together, much like the varying elements of a fine Norwegian herring platter. It conveys the struggles and hesitations of leaping from the predictable world of law to the exhilarating uncertainty of music, interlaced with her unmistakable charm and wit. And let's be real, who else besides River could make a metaphor about legal restraints sound so darn catchy? So here's a toast to River Mae, a law school dropout turned captivating songstress. Turn a blind eye to her lawsuits for now, as you will surely get tied up with her spellbinding music.
Tied My Hands
River Mae
[Intro]
Heat off the glass
You look through me fast
You speak in shrugs and sideways glances
I fill the silence with fake chances
You say nothing but I stay
Making futures you won’t play
Pulled tight I bend where you lean
Your touch says less than your leave
I don’t ask you what you mean
Guess I like to not believe
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (yeah yeah!)
I lit the match you walked right by (mmm ooh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(I fall anyway)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Na-na oooh-ohh no-no…
Scratched your name on my old mirror
Smeared it out but you got clearer
Gave you pieces you forgot to ask for
Heard your plans still kept the back door
Left your coat out in the rain
Hoped you'd care enough to complain
You move like truth on rewind
Slow and sharp not ever mine
I gave up drawing the line
Then I crossed it every time
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (ahh yeah)
I lit the match you walked right by (ohhh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(Still I stay)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Na-na mm-mm oh yeah…
I keep breaking in my own voice
Tried to leave like I had a choice
Words don’t reach you but I shout
Now my echo’s burning out
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (ahh yeah!)
I lit the match you walked right by (woo-ooh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(but I play)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Oooh na-na-na
CREDITS
Performer: River Mae
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Sunshine In My Pocket
Night Driver
Verified Artist
Night Driver
Hailing from the neon-lit streets of Miami, the alternative trio that is Night Driver has been infusing the raw intensity of the night sky with their chirpy melodies since 2016. Dominic 'Dom' Hill, Jake 'Rainmaker' Rivers, and Danny 'Mr. Sunshine' Bosco, three musical misfits with a shared love for mismatched socks, form the heart and soul of this band.
Our three amigos initially clashed melodically at the disorientating, dimly lit dive bars of the city. Hilarity ensues, as that was the only fitting place for this kooky trio to unite - under the protective glow of broken beer signs. Dom, the lyricist and vocalist, is a virtuoso of vagaries, drawing inspiration from bedtime stories and bread toasters, tying them seamlessly into a symphony. Jake, a bassist who uses the basslines as emotional war paint, narrates stories that imbibe warmth whilst still packing enough punch to shake disco balls off their hinges. Meanwhile, Danny, the drummer with a ubiquitous grin, brings rhythm to the chaos, functioning as the energetic pulse of Night Driver.
Their infectious single 'Sunshine In My Pocket,' has turned many a gloomy evening into an impromptu kitchen disco. One listens, and it's impossible not to be swept up in the boundless joy that Night Driver weaves into their melody. It is their endearing blend of quirkiness mixed with the ability to craft tunes that makes you wish you were dancing in a convertible at sunset that sets them apart. Their music can best be described as the feeling of finding money in your old jeans - surprising, joyous, and absolutely addictive.
Sunshine In My Pocket
Night Driver
Got a pocket full of sunshine oh so bright
Every step I take feels oh so right
Life's a dancefloor I'm the star of the show
With every beat yeah I let my spirit flow
Woke up this morning with a grin on my face
Can't nobody bring me down from this place
Sipping joy in every little sip of tea
World's a playground and I'm swinging free
Hey hey ho ho now we're feeling fine
Hands up high to touch the sky oh my oh my we're fly
Laughter echoes as we go so let's just take it slow
Sky's the limit and we glow so we'll put on a show
Mirror mirror showing me a happy face
Dancing through my day in this groovy space
Every bounce in my step says I'm on my way
To brighter days where I laugh and play
When the night comes I'll still shine my light
No shadows can dim my heart's delight
With a funky beat and a melody sweet
Let's make this moment one to repeat
Hey hey ho ho now we're feeling fine
Hands up high to touch the sky oh my oh my we're fly
Laughter echoes as we go so let's just take it slow
Sky's the limit and we glow so we'll put on a show
CREDITS
Performer: Night Driver
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Small Parts Of A Life
Minor Museum
Verified Artist
Minor Museum
Coming from the city renowned for its artistic heritage and atmospheric canals, Amsterdam's very own dance duo, Minor Museum, is stitching the 'dance' in windswept tulip dances. A peculiar mashup of a coding whizz and an astute accountant, their paths crossed in a city awash with creativity, where they started to craft their celebratory anthems.
These audacious lads prove there's a splash of quirkiness in everyone - even in number-crunching accountants and binary code aficionados. Plug into their latest riff on the dance genre, the vibrant tune 'Small Parts Of A Life', and it can't help but be a day brightener, providing that happy fix faster than a Dutchman can cycle into a headwind.
In the grand tradition of long summer days by the North Sea, their music fosters a joyful dynamism, reminiscent of the old city's vibrancy and hues at twilight. The Minor Museum experience is akin to taking a ride in a rickety Amsterdam canal boat - feel-good bobbing with a dash of exhilaration, minus the water sprays.
Allow the men of Minor Museum to reel you in; after all, what's life without those precious ‘small parts’ tracked through infectious beats? In the end, it's all about adding the grooves between the historical facts and tax returns, isn't it?
Small Parts Of A Life
Minor Museum
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
I keep them
I lose them
I try
A room
A chair
A photograph there
A train
A face
A wrong suitcase
You said
Be careful
I said
Of what?
The door was open
The clock had stopped
I remember the street
But I don’t remember the name
I remember your coat
But I don’t remember the rain
Little things
Little signs
Little cuts
In the time
I was almost someone
I was almost fine
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
Small parts
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
La-la-life
La-la-life
I repeat it
I repeat it
A call
No sound
A hotel downtown
A shirt
A lie
A very blue sky
You smiled
Too late
I missed my fate
The lift went up
I stayed at eight
I remember the song
But I don’t remember the band
I remember your mouth
But I don’t remember your hand
Little rooms
Little lights
Little debts
Little nights
I was almost happy
I was almost right
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
This is not sadness
This is inventory
One ticket
One number
One glass
One morning
This is not memory
This is machinery
I press play
I press stop
I press repeat
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Small parts
La-la-life
La-la-life
I repeat it
I repeat it
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
A room
A chair
A photograph there
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
CREDITS
Performer: Minor Museum
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Things I Never Said
Bruno Galvez
Verified Artist
Bruno Galvez
Bruno Galvez was born to a working-class Spanish family in Valencia, where the scent of orange blossoms mixed with the sound of distant flamenco was part of everyday life. Raised in a modest apartment above a small tapas bar, Bruno’s earliest memories include the strum of his grandfather’s old guitar and the rhythm of heels tapping against the tiled floor. Music wasn't just tradition — it was identity.
To support himself through school, Bruno played guitar on the streets and metro stations of Madrid, his case open for coins, his eyes always scanning for inspiration. These years shaped both his sound and his soul. The rawness of performing for strangers taught him to listen deeply to people’s silence — and to fill it with something honest. His fingers spoke when words failed, and soon his name became familiar in the underground corners of the city.
He studied Anthropology at the Universidad Autónoma de Madrid, drawn to human stories, rituals, and rhythms — the same themes that echo in his music. By night he was a student of culture; by day, a transmitter of it, blending traditional flamenco with the urgency of the modern world. His academic lens gave new depth to his compositions, adding layers that resonated beyond melody.
Today, Bruno Galvez is no longer just a street performer. He’s a storyteller, a cultural bridge, and a reminder that music — especially flamenco — is not meant to be caged. It is meant to move, to cry, to celebrate, and most importantly, to survive.
Things I Never Said
Bruno Galvez
I kept your name in a quiet drawer
Where I hide the things I can't restore
Every word I wrote I burned unread
I'm still haunted by the things I never said
I didn't scream I didn't cry
I let you leave without asking why
But in my bones I broke and bled
From all the things I never said
[Guitar Break]
I smiled like silence was my friend
But silence never helps in the end
You touched my back I turned instead
And buried deep the things I never said
I didn't scream I didn't cry
I let you leave without asking why
But in my bones I broke and bled
From all the things I never said
[Instrumental Break]
There were nights I danced just to forget
Lips on mine but no regret
Still I feel you in my breath—
A ghost that never left
[Final Chorus]
I didn't scream I let you go
But now the quiet hurts me more
I should’ve loved I should’ve pled
Instead I kept the things I never said
CREDITS
Performer: Bruno Galvez
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Summer Change
Kyle The Wildd
Verified Artist
Kyle The Wildd
Kyle The Wildd, hailing from the vibrant streets of London, is a solo artist whose sound effortlessly blends dance, electronic, nu-disco, and pop. With her captivating vocals and an innate ability to evoke emotion through music, Kyle has carved out a unique space in the contemporary music scene. Her latest track, "Summer Change," radiates a sense of joy and renewal, inviting listeners to embrace transformation and let go of the past. Kyle's lyrical themes often explore the complexities of personal growth and self-discovery, all while maintaining an uplifting energy that keeps her audience dancing.
From her early days experimenting with sound in local clubs to her current status as a rising figure in the electronic music landscape, Kyle's journey has been marked by a relentless passion for creativity. Her music resonates with those seeking inspiration; tracks like "Summer Change" symbolize a fresh outlook on life. Drawing from personal experiences combined with infectious beats, Kyle The Wildd captures the essence of summer—a time for change, happiness, and new beginnings. As she continues to expand her catalog and evolve as an artist, listeners can expect nothing less than an electrifying and heartfelt experience from her work.
Summer Change
Kyle The Wildd
Sun on my skin
I let it in
Old ways loosen
By the pool again
I’m shedding the weight
Like a soaked-up shirt
Easy to say
Harder to learn
Happy summer and i will change
Happy summer and i will change
I’m not who I was in May
Happy summer and i will change
Bare feet blue cup
Ice in the cup
I call my own name
And I show up
I’m not going back
To the same old road
Burned up the map
Now I’m in control
Happy summer and i will change
Happy summer and i will change
I’m not who I was in May
Happy summer and i will change
Let the day run long
Let the hurt drift off
I can hear it now
My old skin drop
Happy summer and i will change
Happy summer and i will change
I’m not who I was in May
Happy summer and i will change
CREDITS
Performer: Kyle The Wildd
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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