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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
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Synthetic Pulse
Lowmotive Bros
Synthetic Pulse
Lowmotive Bros
CREDITS
Performer: Lowmotive Bros
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Long Distance Line ...
Eli Varnish
Verified Artist
Eli Varnish
Eli Varnish spent most of his life drawing straight lines for crooked cities. As an architect, he designed libraries, train stations, and far too many gray, forgettable office buildings. He was always more interested in light than concrete — the way it moved through windows, shifted on floors, or disappeared behind closed doors. But deadlines piled up, and inspiration gave way to invoices. When he retired at 62, he didn’t throw a party. He just handed in his keys, took the long way home, and listened to the silence.
That’s when the music came back.
In his youth, Eli had played piano quietly — always in private, never in public. Now, with no blueprints to chase, he returned to the keys. Slowly. Gently. A few friends joined him — a bassist who used to drive a bus, a trombonist who sold insurance, and a drummer who once taught math. They started meeting weekly above an old bookstore. No gigs, no names. Just music.
Eventually, they found their way into a small jazz bar — dim, warm, and half-forgotten. That’s where Eli plays now. No spotlight, no talk. Just a glass of red wine, a crooked hat, and a piano that creaks in all the right places. The audience doesn’t clap much. They just nod, like they recognize something they forgot they knew.
Eli doesn’t miss architecture. “Buildings are meant to last,” he says, “but songs... songs are meant to leave.” And so he plays — not to impress, but to remember. To trace old lines in the air. To build something no one can own, but everyone can feel.
Long Distance Line from the Bosphorus
Eli Varnish
I’m calling from a room with peeling paint
A radio coughing out the truth
The kettle screams like it knows my name
Coins on the table none of them are you
The line is bad the night is worse
Somewhere a ferry cuts the dark in two
I got your number on a matchbook
And a voice that still remembers you
The operator’s half asleep
She says “Sir you still there?”
I say “Yeah I’m breathing smoke and prayers
Trying to get through anywhere”
This is a long distance line from the Bosphorus
I got one minute maybe less
If the city don’t swallow my words whole
You’ll hear me say I did my best
Yeah it’s a long distance line from the Bosphorus
The signal shakes the past comes through
If this call drops into the water
Just know I was calling you
There’s a man downstairs selling broken watches
Says time owes him money too
Every streetlight flickers like a bad idea
Every bar knows something I won’t tell you
I saw your face in a cracked mirror
Right next to a stain on the wall
I tried to hang up three times already
But this phone just won’t let me fall
This is a long distance line from the Bosphorus
The clock’s got a loaded gun
If I disappear between the numbers
Just say I was almost done
Hello?
Yeah… it’s me
Listen don’t say my name
The walls here got ears
And the night’s taking notes
It’s a long distance line from the Bosphorus
Static dancing in my head
If you hear silence after this
That’s just the things I never said
The operator counts me down
Five… four… the river wins
Click
CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Middle Of Nowhere
He Forgot the Code
Middle Of Nowhere
He Forgot the Code
CREDITS
Performer: He Forgot the Code
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Gone Too Soon (feat...
Trevor Knox
Verified Artist
Trevor Knox
Trevor Knox, the hidden gem of Knoxville, is as much an enigma as he is a melody beast. Like a scrappy pop maestro, he's been serenading songbirds off their branches and sneaking symphonies into supermarket aisles.
Emerging from Knoxville's vibrant music scene like a rhinestone cowboy with a pop music bible, Trevor's zingy hooks and infectious melodies are said to make even the most mundane grocery shopping into an uplifting rom-com montage. An independent artist of many talents, he's in cahoots with the musical magicians of Filodyo - the innovative player that turns mundane shopping trips into musical escapades.
His most noted track, "Gone Too Soon (feat Lyla Grey)" is a tantalizing pop sensation, drenched in sun-kissed harmonies and happy vibes. It can lift the spirits even when you are lost among the maze of canned foods. It's a song Trevor insists was inspired by the sudden end to a two-for-one deal on his favorite crisps.
To hear Trevor Knox's music is to be handed a golden ticket into his quirky, joy-filled world - one where the beat is always thumping, the sun is perpetually shining, and the aisle music never, ever pauses. Be warned though: once you tune in, you might find yourself dancing down the dairy section!
Gone Too Soon (feat Lyla Grey)
Trevor Knox
A faded photograph
Can't take you back
Gone too soon
Gone too soon
A faded photograph (A faded photograph)
Can't take you back (Can't take you-)
Gone too soon (Gone too soon)
Gone too soon
Before I close my eyes
I see a vision of an angel
Guide them into the light
it's either heaven or Jermaine Dupri
This some shit I normally do not understand but it sound good
And do not worry
all that Gucci goin' with me
I swear (Yeah oh)
I know she was destined for greatness (Yeah)
Legend has it you can see her face in the pavement
Gave us s**t we never asked for
I'm thankful but angry
They ask me why I got the AFC in my family
I say "A faded photograph"
A faded photograph (Uh)
Can't take you back (Uh)
Gone too soon (Gone too soon)
Gone too soon
A faded photograph (A faded photograph)
Can't take you back
Gone too soon (Gone too soon)
Gone too soon (Look)
Oh my goodness gracious
I need gas and a Kit Kat (Kit Kat)
All these squares
how could you stare and not get that?
Pen is weapon of the century uh
Take it back to '63 (Ayy)
This is you this is me
A faded photograph
Can't take you back
Gone too soon
Gone too soon
A faded photograph
Can't take you back
Gone too soon (Gone too soon)
Gone too soon (Gone too soon)
CREDITS
Performer: Trevor Knox
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Time To Scream When...
Enzo Flect
Time To Scream When You Hush
Enzo Flect
CREDITS
Performer: Enzo Flect
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Bassline Skillz
Cyber Bloom
Verified Artist
Cyber Bloom
Cyber Bloom is a groundbreaking music collective that came to life when five top-notch DJs decided to merge their talents. Not your ordinary bunch of disc jockeys, these superstars boast an eclectic mix of skills that converge to create the singular sound of Cyber Bloom. One prominent member is the enigmatic Martian Mark, who you probably have bumped to countless times on Filodyo. The other members, taking mystery in stride, are still so enveloped in enigma that they've preferred to maintain their anonymity—or maybe they're just shy. Either way, the suspense only adds to the allure.
On the decks, Cyber Bloom's pulsating beats and groovy synth lines create a sonic atmosphere that feels like a rave on Mars. This sonic palette is perhaps best exemplified by their unforgettable track, "Bassline Skillz"—a monster of a tune that's been known to give bass speakers a serious workout. Critics often debate whether the title refers to their skill at creating basslines or their ability to make listeners feel like they've developed a new set of dance skills. The answer, like much about this enigmatic group, remains a mystery.
Despite their colossal success online, the quintet remains inventive and unapologetically unconventional. Cyber Bloom's blend of EDM, house, and electro-pop has created sonic landscapes that continue to resonate with fans across the globe. With every drop, every build, and every musical moment – Cyber Bloom proves they are a relentless driving force in the ever-evolving world of electronic dance music.
Cyber Bloom, with their large-than-life approach, are standard bearers for a futuristic musical direction. Word to the wise, though - perhaps it's best to buckle up before you put on your headphones, because as those basslines drop, there's every chance you'll be propelled towards some sort of otherworldly audial adventure. Don't say we didn't warn you.
Bassline Skillz
Cyber Bloom
Remember kids all DJs are double agents
A cool bassline resuscitates a patient
So you're a beginner and you want be a winner
Well slap some mustard on my buns and call me a wiener
Just hang on tight and remember this advice
If you're heating up the scene then pretend you're cool as ice
Don't need to have a big bag of tricks
When you only really need three basic tips so c'mon
Like this (Come on come on come on) And like that
(Suckers never play by the rules)
Like this and like that (Incredible fantastic wonderful)
And say (We are the robots)
Say what?
(Say ho ho ho ho ho)
One more time for your mind go
My supercomputer with my super producers
And all my time traveling dimension benders
They can tell you about skills when mine are spenters
Because they come from different places
And they're masters at their traces
But you can keep it simple rappers start to do as a sample
(Harlem city) They do it like this
(We are the robots) They do it like this
(We are the robots) They do it like this
Like this
CREDITS
Performer: Cyber Bloom
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Kiss Me When I'm Lying
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.
Kiss Me When I'm Lying
Mirov Saint
You taste like trouble and cheap red wine
Black boots kicking off the dashboard side
Your hair messed up and your friends outside
Small town talk but we move too fast
Everybody staring when we walk past
You laugh loud when the speakers break
Steal my jacket like a little game
Hands cold wrapped around my neck
You say “relax” then make a mess
Oh-oh
Don’t stop now
Oh-oh
Spin me around
Kiss me when I’m lying
Tell me I’m your type
We can fake forever for a Friday night
(Yeah yeah)
Your lipstick on my cigarette
Your number in my head again
One look and I lose control
Like whoa-oh-oh
Taxi doors and buzzing amps
Cheap hotel and tangled hands
Your dance moves cutting through the room
Everybody watching you
Low lights flicker on your rings
You move sharp to the kick drum beat
Every word got attitude
God you make bad ideas look cool
No sleep
Heartbeat
Fast lane
On repeat
Kiss me when I’m lying
Tell me I’m your type
We can fake forever for a Friday night
(Hey hey)
Your perfume on my leather coat
You pull away then pull me close
One touch and I lose control
Like whoa-oh-oh
Bad habits look good on you
Too much smoke in the dressing room
Red lights blur when you bite your lip
Whole damn room start losing it
Kiss me when I’m lying
Dance into the light
Young hearts burning through the after-midnight
(Yeah yeah)
Your name stuck like a melody
Wild eyes full of energy
One kiss and the whole world spins
Again and again
Black boots
Backseat
Your laugh
Still on me
CREDITS
Performer: Mirov Saint
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
We Don’t Need A R...
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.
We Don’t Need A Reason
Alia Bergen
Your name on my tongue
Like salt on my lips
You pull me under slow
With those little wrist flips
I was out of time
You were out of sight
Then you stepped right in
And turned my dark to white
Hold me in the groove
Don’t let it fade away
Hands up heart open
We can make it stay
Closer closer now
Feel the room unlock
One more little move
And you know I’ll stop
Pull me in
Pull me in
Velvet tide take me in
Pull me in
Pull me in
We don’t need a reason
You laugh with your eyes
And I fall in line
One touch on my sleeve
And the whole world aligns
We talk in the bassline
We move in the glow
Every step you take
Makes the whole night slow
Hold me in the groove
Don’t let it fade away
Hands up heart open
We can make it stay
Closer closer now
Feel the room unlock
One more little move
And you know I’ll stop
Pull me in
Pull me in
Velvet tide take me in
Pull me in
Pull me in
We don’t need a reason
I came in late with my jacket half-zipped
Saw you by the speaker had to give the whole room up quick
You move like you know every beat got a memory
I’m tryna keep cool but you keep pulling energy
Phone face down I’m not tryna look busy
You say one word and the whole place get dizzy
No big talk just the tap of your hand
Now I’m locked to your timing like a kick and a snare
We don’t gotta force it no script no scene
You hit that corner and I follow the sheen
If you say “go” then I’m already there
With your name in my mouth and the bass in the air
Now it’s just your breath
And the pulse between
Skin on skin yeah
You know what I mean
Pull me in
Pull me in
Velvet tide take me in
Pull me in
Pull me in
We don’t need a reason
CREDITS
Performer: Alia Bergen
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Hold Me Through the...
Ayla Vion
Verified Artist
Ayla Vion
Ayla Vion is an evocative pop artist whose roots in church choirs give her music a sense of hope and uplifting energy, even as she navigates the complexities of modern life. Based in London, Ayla combines the rhythmic pulse of dance and EDM with electronic elements that elevate her introspective lyrics. Her track “Hold Me Through the Fallout” exemplifies this synergy, featuring dreamy melodies and vibrant beats that echo the dichotomy between comfort and chaos in urban living. Amidst bustling streets, her music captures those fleeting moments of stillness and reflection.
Transitioning from a sacred musical background to the world of secular sounds came with both sacrifices and rewards for Ayla. Each song she crafts echoes stories of resilience, marked by the tension between nostalgia and forward momentum. The themes of connection and emotional resonance weave through tracks, revealing a narrative of individuals not only seeking solace but also striving to embrace tomorrow's challenges. This duality resonates with listeners who understand that moving forward sometimes means confronting contrasting memories.
As Ayla continues to carve out her unique niche in the music scene, she leaves an indelible mark on audiences who appreciate her blend of joyous rhythms and contemplative lyrics. With each performance, whether at an intimate venue or a pulsing festival, her aspiration remains clear: to inspire others to find beauty even amidst life's uncertainties. With a growing catalog that reflects both her past experiences and future aspirations, Ayla Vion stands poised to resonate with many more souls searching for light in the fallout.
Hold Me Through the Fallout
Ayla Vion
Signals break and drift through empty streets
I’m standing still while the city repeats
Tomorrow feels colder than the things we’ve known
Concrete hums softly like a world overgrown
People move faster but they’re stuck in place
Everything forward yet we’re losing grace
Maybe I’m learning
That silence can warn
Maybe the future
Arrives already worn
Hold me through the fallout
Keep me steady when the noise cuts deep
I don’t fear the unknown
If you’re someone that I get to keep
Hold me through the fallout
Guide me where the fractured roads all meet
I don’t fear the unknown
If we walk it with the same heartbeat
Screens blink stories that no one can trust
Words turn brittle breaking down into dust
Still there’s a compass somewhere in your tone
Pulling me forward when the world feels thrown
Maybe I’m learning
That silence can warn
Maybe the future
Arrives already worn
Hold me through the fallout
Keep me steady when the noise cuts deep
I don’t fear the unknown
If you’re someone that I get to keep
Hold me through the fallout
Guide me where the fractured roads all meet
I don’t fear the unknown
If we walk it with the same heartbeat
When the last wave trembles
I won’t run from the scene
If the future is colder
We can still stay between
CREDITS
Performer: Ayla Vion
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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