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Secondhand Alibi
Romeo Vane
Verified Artist
Romeo Vane
"Romeo Vane: at the ripe age of 25, this American pop-rock comet is shooting across the Alternative universe, spreading hope with doses of edgy authenticity. Born and bred in the sonic heartland of the Windy City, he’s a Chicagoan with an unapologetic knack for compelling narratives and an obsession for truth.
Whether it's life's sharp corners or the soft bruises of love, Romeo Vane's got a knack for rolling them into tunes that blend breezy alt-rock melodies with the raw, gritty flavor of pop. His stage name isn't for show; Romeo comes with a romantic bravado that'd make Shakespeare blush, and the barbed tongue of a true Windy City native. Just tune into "Kiss Me When I'm Lying" - it's less of a song, more a rollercoaster ride through hope, heartbreak, and hilariously serious self-deprecation.
Despite his youth, he's seen more than enough of life's ups and downs, packaging the human experience into easily digestible nuggets of melodic wisdom. Romeo Vane’s music is the kind that makes you call your ex at 2 a.m., cry a little, laugh a lot, and still believe in the dream of a better dawn. Now, how's that for a self-made, alternative songwriter from the city that never sleeps?"
Secondhand Alibi
Romeo Vane
I found it in a Sunday ad
Between a sofa and a wedding band
“Barely used no questions asked”
The seller wore a borrowed name
He said it worked on jealous hearts
On hotel clerks and parking guards
I paid in cash he wished me luck
Then vanished before the light changed
I practiced every detail
The hour the street the rain
But truth has lousy manners
It keeps interrupting names
I bought a secondhand alibi
Cheap enough to fit my life
It worked until you asked me twice
Now every version sounds like mine
I bought a secondhand alibi
With someone else’s reasons inside
The story held the timing died
Now every version sounds like mine
I said the train was running late
You knew that line from ’98
I blamed a man I’d never met
You said “At least invent him well”
I moved the evening half an hour
Changed the bar replaced the car
By then the lie had better shoes
And more ambition than the truth
I gave it dates and weather
A witness and a scar
You watched me build the ceiling
Then asked where the foundations are
I bought a secondhand alibi
Cheap enough to fit my life
It worked until you asked me twice
Now every version sounds like mine
I bought a secondhand alibi
With someone else’s reasons inside
The story held the timing died
Now every version sounds like mine
Mine on Monday
Mine by five
Mine when I need
Someone else to survive
The seller called at 2:13
Said “That excuse belongs to me”
I told him he could have it back
He laughed and said “You made it yours”
You poured your drink into the sink
Not angry almost entertained
You said “The worst part isn’t this
It’s how rehearsed you look in pain”
So here’s the part I didn’t buy
No clever date no useful guy
I stayed because I liked the risk
I left because you noticed it
No missing train no broken phone
No nameless friend to take the blame
I wanted two incompatible things
And called confusion by your name
I bought a secondhand alibi
Cheap enough to fit my life
It worked until you asked me why
Now every version sounds like mine
I bought a secondhand alibi
But guilt was never in the price
Keep the story keep the night
Every version sounds like mine
The truth was sitting in the car
Patient as an unpaid fare
I opened up the passenger door
It said “You took your time”
CREDITS
Performer: Romeo Vane
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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The Weight Between Us
David Alwin
The Weight Between Us
David Alwin
There’s space between your hand and mine
Like time forgot to stretch that far
We move in silence side by side
Close — but not where we are
The weight between us
Holds more than gravity
We’re still reaching
But the air is heavy
You say the words I hear the tone
But meanings live beneath the stone
You’re near I know — and yet alone
This ache is carved into bone
The weight between us
Holds more than gravity
We’re still reaching
But the air is heavy
[Outro – Spoken filtered]
Maybe closeness isn’t distance
Maybe it’s resistance
CREDITS
Performer: David Alwin
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Afterglow
Emberlight
Verified Artist
Emberlight
With a sound as vibrant and electric as the city skyline, Emberlight sparkles atop the New York music scene like a well-placed disco ball. This dazzling fem duo is crafting dance-centric eargasms in a city that never sleeps, and admirers say the afterbuzz is real.
Maybe it's the infectious charm of Jade and Sapphire, the synth-crafting mavens behind Emberlight - a happy byproduct of insomnia spent pumping out beats and laughing into the eternity of the early dawn. Or perhaps it's the uncanny ability to paint every corner of your brain with catchy hooks and foot-shaking rhythms, the kind that leaves you humming in the bathroom mirror, hours after the party ends.
"The secret?" Jade says, turning a knob on her mixer, before glancing up with twinkling eyes of mischief, "is pizza slices at 3am. New York's finest greased cardboard cuisine. That's where the magic happens." Sapphire rolls her eyes, fiddling with a tangled synth cable, "It's synesthesia," she corrects, "Our music tastes like a pepperoni pizza."
Their standout track "Afterglow" is proof enough - drenched in sunlight, the dance anthem bounces around your heart like a cute kick-ass kangaroo playing jump rope. It glistens and pops with precisely the kind of joy-sparking energy we need in these seriously grey times. Emberlight crafts electronic music that ignites the dancefloor, and keeps the embers burning long after last call. And isn't that a delicious nightcap to sip on?
Afterglow
Emberlight
Woke up to the sound of trains
Running fast through yesterday
No mirror could hold that face
So I drew one in the rain
Told myself the weight was gone
But it echoed every dawn
Now I’ve stitched a different skin
One that doesn’t let you in
Built from pieces I denied (wooh)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (yeah)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (ay-ay)
No reruns in my mind
You were static dressed as light
Cut the strings that moved my hands
Now I write with no demands
Flipped the script the ink still dries
But I own each fragile line
Don’t need saving don’t need signs
I’m the storm you left behind
Built from pieces I denied (uh)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (yeah)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (woo ay-ay)
[Rap Verse – Male Vocal]
You thought I'd stay in the loop
Blueprint faded now I reboot
No rewind I’m not your past
New codes written in contrast
Cut ties like a data breach
Your reach got no hold on me
Was a ghost in your design
Now I ride the faultline
Every word I bit my tongue for
Every knock I held the door for
Now I tally scars like trophies
Turned the weight into my glory
Told ‘em I don’t chase old maps
Built new routes through all collapse
My name don’t echo back through yours
I'm the upgrade I’m the force (yeah)
Built from pieces I denied (uh)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (yeah)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (woo ay-ay)
Oooh
I left it all in that room
Keys turned locked the gloom
[Final Chorus]
Built from pieces I denied (yeah-yeah)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (uh-huh)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (let it shine ay-ay wooh)
CREDITS
Performer: Emberlight
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Signal Drift
Sons of Ether
Signal Drift
Sons of Ether
CREDITS
Performer: Sons of Ether
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Middle of the Record
Monique Frase
Verified Artist
Monique Frase
Monique Frase is a London-based singer and songwriter born to a French mother and an English father. She grew up between two musical cultures, with French soul, British R&B, house records and old jazz playing at home. Before pursuing music full-time, she studied architecture at university, a background that still shapes the way she writes, building songs from small details, repeated patterns and the quiet spaces between bigger moments.
Her music blends neo-soul and modern R&B with a steady house-tempo lift, pairing a light, expressive upper register with warm, lived-in production. Her single Middle of the Record is about the part of a relationship that rarely gets written about, the ordinary days after the beginning and before the end. Instead of chasing drama, Frase focuses on routine, private jokes and small acts of care, turning everyday intimacy into something worth listening to closely.
Middle of the Record
Monique Frase
(mm hmm)
Nobody writes about the middle
Everybody wants the first kiss or the end
The part where you know how they take their tea
And it stops being a story
No fireworks no funeral
Just a Tuesday and a hand
We're in the middle of the record
Where the good songs always are
Not the single not the closer
Just the ones that get you far
Turn it up don't skip ahead
We're in the middle of the record
(don't skip ahead)
You leave the last one in the packet
I pretend I didn't want it
Twelve small kindnesses a day
Nobody's counting but me
We're in the middle of the record
Where the good songs always are
Not the single not the closer
Just the ones that get you far
Turn it up don't skip ahead
We're in the middle of the record
I used to want the big scene
The airport and the running
Now I want the eighth of a Thursday
When you laugh before I finish
We're in the middle of the record
Where the good songs always are
Not the single not the closer
Just the ones that get you far
Turn it up don't skip ahead
We're in the middle of the record
We're in the middle of the record
(don't skip ahead)
CREDITS
Performer: Monique Frase
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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My Dreaming Life
Manon Vallois
Verified Artist
Manon Vallois
Where Parisian glamour meets electro-pop dance diva, you'll find the enchanting artist, Manon Vallois. Traipsing down a yellow brick road of pulsing beats and bold impressions, Vallois' irresistible tunes are the epitome of joy and joie de vivre.
This delightful, quirky Parisienne is the lovechild of the City of Love's rich artistry and throbbing nightlife, a lass always found a hop, skip, and pirouette away from the nearest beat drop. With her signature track, "My Dreaming Life", Vallois provides the escapism we all need from time to time. She takes listeners on a whimsical journey, backed by high-energy rhythms and melodies that would make even the Eiffel Tower shake its steel self, setting hearts aflutter quicker than you can say "Croissant".
Vallois' music is the couture of the dance genre—handcrafted, energetic, and unafraid to be avant-garde. Each beat an homage to Paris, the pulsing rhythm of her home injected into pulsating electro melodies. Yet, no matter how vivacious her bass line or infectious her hook, it's the inherent optimism in her music, the joy she infuses in every track that transforms listeners into undeniably happy dancers—a task only possible by someone as enchanting as Manon Vallois.
Afterall, Vallois is not just a sonic maven, she's essentially happiness personified. The dictionary people are just slackin' by not placing her picture beside the word 'happy' by now. So, if you're feeling downhearted, just press play on a Manon Vallois track and dance like a Parisian; it's the quickest route from gloom to groove central.
My Dreaming Life
Manon Vallois
When I'm out of breath
When my head's a mess
When I want a way to fly away
When I can't take it
When I feel my grip
Slip away
Away
Away
Oh
I can be anything I want to
Oh
A million colors
A thousand hues
Oh
I know there's so much more than we can see
When life is too real
Oh
My dreaming life is everything
When the ground shakes
When my heart breaks
When I want a way to fly away
When I feel my grip
Slip away
Away
Away
Oh
I can be anything I want to
Oh
A million colors
A thousand hues
Oh
I know there's so much more than we can see
When life is too real
Oh
My dreaming life is everything
Open your eyes
We're already here
Oh
There's nothing to fear
And I know
I can be anything I want to
Oh
A million colors
A thousand hues
Oh
I know there's so much more than we can see
When life is too real
Oh
My dreaming life is everything
CREDITS
Performer: Manon Vallois
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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In a Bottle
Anneliese Bauer
Verified Artist
Anneliese Bauer
'''Anneliese Bauer''' is a vibrant independent artist renowned for her distinctive blend of thematic musical narratives. With a style as unique as her personality, she has been fascinating audiences across small town venues with her enchanting tunes and dynamic performances.
Raised in a household where music was a staple item alongside bread and butter, Bauer's affinity to music surfaced as naturally as her ability to provoke a hearty chuckle. Her folksy demeanor - a whimsical mix of unfiltered sarcasm and debonair charm - is flawlessly translated into her tunes that are both catchy and sometimes ambiguously profound. Similar to a good detective novel, Bauer's songs can keep the listeners guessing - and laughing - to the very end.
A native troubadour, her performances are a refreshing experience akin to drinking homemade lemonade on a sultry afternoon. But don't let her humble stages fool you; Bauer's music packs a formidable punch. One that's earned her a dedicated local following and is growing to include everyone who's had the chance to tap their feet to her tuneful narratives. ''In a Bottle'', one of her more notable songs, captures her musical prowess in a bottle, immersing the listener in a melodic journey of poignant storytelling punctuated with harmonies that ring long after the song ends.
Every decade witnesses a new wave of artists and Anneliese Bauer certainly makes her own waves. Bauer's craft is more than just making music; she creates memorable experiences woven into the very fabric of her artistry. She didn't crash the indie scene, she sauntered in, mandolin in hand, and smiled her way to the beat of her own drum. The passion, the zest, the talent: that's Anneliese Bauer!
In a Bottle
Anneliese Bauer
Through the Mississippi River
Cold Chicago North Wind
Sailing down the Gulf of Mexico
I've got
Something to say
Floating in a bourbon-filled bottle
My own message in a bottle
I've got
Something to say
What if you could find it?
Then someone would know
What if you ignore it?
Then no one would know
Pick it up from the Atlantic Ocean
No matter what you do
If you leave it unopened
I'll have
Nothing to say
What if you don't find it?
Then no one will know
What if you could listen?
Then someone would know
What if this was my only chance?
How could I tell you?
There is so much left to say
So much I want you to know
CREDITS
Performer: Anneliese Bauer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Home Sweet Home
Tiny House Rats in
Verified Artist
Tiny House Rats in
Tiny House Rats is a quirky and innovative two-person producer group, known for their minimalist yet powerful soundscapes. Hailing from the cozy suburbs of Copenhagen, Denmark, the duo—Jonas “J.T.” Thorsen and Emil Nilsen—came together over a shared love for blending genres and creating music in the small but vibrant studio they affectionately call "The Rat’s Nest," which happens to be located inside a tiny house they built themselves.
Their name, Tiny House Rats, is a nod to their modest setup, where they prove that you don’t need a massive space to make a big impact in the music world.
Jonas, the technical genius behind the beats, and Emil, the melody mastermind, combine their talents to craft eclectic productions that range from electronic and lo-fi hip-hop to indie pop and experimental ambient music.
Their work is defined by its attention to detail and clever use of sound layering, always making the most of the space they have—both physically and musically. They often describe their music as "controlled chaos," where seemingly random elements come together to form something unexpectedly beautiful.
Tiny House Rats are known for their collaborations with various indie vocalists, weaving their unique sound into each project. Their ability to adapt to different styles while maintaining their signature touch has earned them a growing following, particularly among fans of forward-thinking, genre-blurring music.
With tracks like “Lose Yourself” and “Home Sweet Home” Tiny House Rats are proving that size doesn't matter when it comes to creativity, and their tiny house is producing some of the most interesting sounds on the scene.
Home Sweet Home
Tiny House Rats in
Whispered winds home's call
Mem'ries bloom hearts enthrall
Fireside dreams warm glow
Far away yet I know
Home's embrace I'll stow
Yearning for where I belong
Echoes sing a childhood song
Misty morns dewy lawn
Familiar paths now withdrawn
Laughter echoes in my mind
Comfort's embrace hard to find
Distance stretches miles long
To my roots I long
Oh home sweet home
Wherever I roam
Your essence I keep
In dreams I sleep
Longing never to cease
Though afar I roam
Home my heart's true home
CREDITS
Performer: Tiny House Rats in
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Another Shot
Melly Rich
Verified Artist
Melly Rich
Melly Rich, born to a Lebanese family in Amsterdam, grew up surrounded by two worlds: the culinary brilliance of her father, Chef Khaled Rich, and the rich cultural heritage of the Middle East. Her father is the head chef of La Maison des Délices, one of France’s most prestigious Michelin-starred restaurants, known for its fusion of French and Middle Eastern flavors. Despite her father's fame in the culinary world, Melly's passion led her down a different path.
Though her family assumed she would follow in her father’s footsteps, Melly was captivated by music from a young age. With her father’s full support, she began singing, though her formal education took her into the world of architecture at the University of Amsterdam.
Balancing her studies with her love for music, Melly began to develop a unique sound, blending her Middle Eastern roots with the vibrant energy of Western pop. Her breakthrough single, "Damn, I Wish I Were in Istanbul", captures this fusion perfectly. The song carries hints of oud and traditional Arabic rhythms, interwoven with modern pop beats, creating a bridge between two worlds. It’s not just a catchy tune—it’s a love letter to her cultural identity, filled with nostalgia for the warmth and chaos of the Middle East, while reflecting her cosmopolitan life in Europe.
The song quickly gained attention, especially for its atmospheric vibes that pull listeners into a dreamlike vision of Istanbul, with its bustling bazaars and shimmering Bosphorus views.
Melly's ability to infuse her music with Middle Eastern influences sets her apart in the global music scene, and though she’s still juggling her architectural studies, there’s no doubt that music is where her heart truly lies. With the world now watching, Melly Rich is on her way to becoming an international sensation, blending cultures and genres like her father blends flavors at his famous restaurant.
Another Shot
Melly Rich
do not be afraid- this is not fm
you're on filodyo
Sitting in my jail cell
Eating my beans
And I'm going to hell
If you know what I mean
'Cause I was guilty as charged
On that dark night
But now I'm here
And I want to make things right
I've been here before
Knocking on heaven's door
But I'm gonna try once more
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
I had my first day out
Back on the streets
With nothing in my pockets
But a pair of keys
So I put them in the ignition
Of a new Cadillac
And I went cruising
Down the tracks
I've been here before
Knocking on heaven's door
But I'm gonna try once more
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
CREDITS
Performer: Melly Rich
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Turn the Key
Bytefade
Turn the Key
Bytefade
I walked through doors that had no name
Silent signs but I came anyway
Felt the pull the unseen thread
It led me here instead
I don't ask I don’t wait
I twist the lock I shift the weight
Turn the key feel the spark
No more hiding in the dark
Twist the moment let it breathe
Take what’s yours don’t ask to leave
Yeah—
No maps still I navigate
Cold hands but I calibrate
Built from bits they left behind
Now I move like I bend time
No crown still I walk like king
No stage but I make it ring
Fast life but I shift the pace
Don’t need gold to win this race
Ooooh turn the key…
Let it be…
Ooooh turn the key…
Turn the key feel the spark
(No more hiding)
Twist the moment light the mark
(Give it meaning)
Hands on fire never flee
You are now the lock and key
It’s not about finding a door
It’s about knowing you are one
CREDITS
Performer: Bytefade
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Memories
Hazel Vaughn
Verified Artist
Hazel Vaughn
Hazel Vaughn: The pop belle with a twangy accent who managed to steal the hearts of the indie world. She’s the chirpy nightingale from Virginia, whose lyrics remind you of dog-eared diary pages, scribbled in the golden hues of bygone days.
Unlike your cookie-cutter pop stars, Hazel's got a voice that's as rich and comforting as Southern sweet tea. She waltzes between woeful tales of love and nostalgia seasoned with notes of jingle-jangle pop. Everything from her honey-soaked vocals to her homespun charisma wraps you in a joyful yearning, a testament to her unparalleled knack for audio storytelling.
By far, Vaughn's standout track "Memories" has cemented her place in listeners' hearts. It's a deceptively breezy jam, packed with her knack for tugging both heartstrings and guitar strings alike. Underneath the playful tempo, you can almost hear the nostalgia dripping out, invoking halcyon summer days and resurrecting ghosts of first loves.
Our Virginia story-weaver embodies what it means to be a pop artist with depth, warmth, and a pinch of sweet Southern charm. Where Hazel Vaughn goes, an addictive serenade of happy nostalgia follows–humming reminders of memories we thought we'd lost, but dance upon hearing her tunes. The tales continue to spiral through song. Let's all lend an ear, shall we?
Memories
Hazel Vaughn
I have limited information
Flowers in oil
People in formation
For all the things they stole
All you want to whistle
Kettle on the stove
Together with some tea
Purple and gold
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
All you have is this skin
And what you taught me
And how you made a mark on all these things
You meant everything
I have trouble breathing
New town
New number
You were eighteen
I'll be crawling under
Oh please do not sleep here
Tell me the truth
You should have disappeared
But I fell for you
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
CREDITS
Performer: Hazel Vaughn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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