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Love's A Rhythm
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.”
Love's A Rhythm
Alexander
We met under the city lights a magic night
You took my hand and everything felt so right
Dancing to the beat hearts in sync no fights
Together we're a spark that's burning bright
Your smile it shines through darkest times
With you I'm home no need for signs
Love's a rhythm love's a rhyme (Oh yeah)
In your arms I lose all time (All time)
Every moment feels divine (Feels divine)
With you my world aligns (Oh baby)
Laughing through the rain no need to hide
Every step we take we take with pride
You and I forever side by side
Our love's a journey life's sweetest ride
Your smile it shines through darkest times
With you I'm home no need for signs
Love's a rhythm love's a rhyme (Oh yeah)
In your arms I lose all time (All time)
Every moment feels divine (Feels divine)
With you my world aligns (Oh baby)
Together we fly touch the sky
Forever we'll try never goodbye
In your heart I've found my place
With you I've won life's sweetest race
CREDITS
Performer: Alexander
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Plastic Crown
Dara Montel
Verified Artist
Dara Montel
Emerging from the gritty depths of Detroit’s dance scene, brimming with talent and charisma, Dara Montel is the nervy answer to the city's hardcore techno thirst. Known best for her dance-devoted, melancholic twister "Plastic Crown," Dara's name has spun in the underground circles like a rogue vinyl tossed into a cyberspace jukebox.
Our Motor City minx entered the scene somewhat cagily, her piercing blue eyes full of stories almost as deep as the bass lines she commands. She distils raw emotions into dance-ready soundscapes, affirming that tears are permitted even on the most electrified dance floors. Like the mysterious femme fatale prowling through the ruins of a John Carpenter flick, Montel's music envelops you in its brooding embrace.
Dara's playful wit is just as intoxicating as her infectious grooves. With a knack for turning pain into art, she continues to defy Detroit's icy weather, radiating heat one tear-stained synth at a time. Her “Plastic Crown,” fittingly, feels neither plastic nor regal—it's pure, cathartic Dara Montel. You’d better get on this vibe train, 'cos it ain't stopping anytime soon.
The Dara Montel revolution won't be televised, it'll be danced. So go on, put on that Plastic Crown, let the sadness seep into your soul and boogie like it’s the end of the world. Detroit’s dark dance queen reigns supreme.
Plastic Crown
Dara Montel
You walk in slow
Like you own the room
Cheap little grin
With a silver spoon
Say my name twice
Like it makes you tall
I don’t look up
I just let you fall
You talk too loud
For a little spark
I count your lies
Like cards in the dark
I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene
You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
[Vocal Tremolo Effect]
Bow back down
Don’t call me sweet
I’m a bad excuse
For the kind of girl
That would wait on you
Got red shoes on
And a bored little face
I don’t run fast
I just change the race
You talk too much
For a silent room
I cut the fuse
Then I blame the moon
I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene
You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
[Vocal Tremolo Effect]
Bow back down
Ha
Look at you
Trying hard
That’s adorable
Ha
Move along
You were never
That important
[Final Chorus]
I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene
You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Bow back down
Tiny king
Tiny throne
Tiny crown
All alone
CREDITS
Performer: Dara Montel
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Cooler Than My Tears
Miles Rennick
Verified Artist
Miles Rennick
Miles Rennick is an electro-pop singer and songwriter whose music blends playful irony with slick, club-ready production. With a cheeky, half-sung and half-spoken vocal style, he brings a unique personality to the modern indie-pop scene.
His debut track “Cooler Than My Tears” captures this spirit perfectly — a quirky yet infectious anthem built on groovy basslines, crisp synth riffs, and a sarcastic lyrical edge. Both tongue-in-cheek and danceable, the track reflects Rennick’s ability to turn irony into a hook.
Dedicated to staying independent and unconventional, Miles Rennick has chosen to release his music exclusively through Filodyo and NOT FM, highlighting his close collaboration with platforms that value originality and artistic freedom.
Cooler Than My Tears
Miles Rennick
(ha!)
The lock is broken doors swing wide
No more shadows I need to hide
Your perfume fades on an empty shelf
I found a mirror I found myself
Every promise was a borrowed flame
Now I walk and forget your name (uhh)
Chains fall silent on the floor
Wings I never used before
Every breath tastes sharp and new
Every step pulls me through (yeah ha!)
I’m alive I’m alive (woo!)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ha!)
Your love was a painted game
Now the echoes fade from me (na-na)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (uhh)
Empty glass on the wooden rail
Stories sink but my ship will sail
Every memory’s a paper boat
Drifting far till it can’t float (yeah)
Chains fall silent on the floor
Wings I never used before
Every breath tastes sharp and new
Every step pulls me through (woo!)
I’m alive I’m alive (say it loud)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ohhh)
Your love was a painted game
Now the silence sings with me (yeah yeah)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (hah!)
You thought I’d break…
But I’m stronger than the storm
I’m running past the past
And it will never find me again (mmm)
I’m alive I’m alive (uhh woo!)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ha!)
Your love was a painted game
Now the silence sings with me (na-na-na)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (yeah yeah yeah)
(ha!)
Cooler than the tears I cried…
Cooler than the tears I cried
CREDITS
Performer: Miles Rennick
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Reloj De Arena
Dante Cobre
Verified Artist
Dante Cobre
Dante Cobre, hailing from the vibrant streets of Copenhagen, weaves a tapestry of sound that merges folk, Latin, and pop into an enchanting experience. Inspired by the rhythm of life and the emotions that weave through everyday moments, his songs often explore themes of love, longing, and the quiet complexities of human connection. With tracks like "Reloj De Arena," Dante captures both a playful energy and a deep sensuality, navigating the delicate balance between hope and introspection. His voice resonates with warmth, inviting listeners to share in his stories of unrequited love and fleeting desires.
Emerging onto the independent music scene, Dante's artistry reflects years spent honing his craft in local cafes and intimate venues, where he connected with fellow musicians who resonated with his vision. This collaborative spirit led to memorable performances across Denmark and beyond. Each song in his growing catalog is a vivid snapshot of his artistic journey—radiating positivity and inspiration while also embracing life's bittersweet moments. As he continues to evolve as an artist, Dante Cobre remains committed to creating music that not only uplifts but also sparks reflection within the listener’s heart.
Reloj De Arena
Dante Cobre
Tu nombre vibra en mi celular
No contesto por orgullo
Pero vuelvo a mirar igual
Yeah yeah
Tu nombre vibra en mi celular
No contesto por orgullo
Pero vuelvo a mirar igual
Como si fuera normal
Me dejaste con media frase
Y una duda sobre la piel
Yo pensé que era pasajero
Pero sigo puesto de pie
Tú caminas por otra calle
Yo me quedo sin reclamar
No me sobra tanta paciencia
Pero aprendo a respirar
Si preguntas sigo entero
Si me buscas tardo más
No te cierro toda la puerta
Pero no voy hacia atrás
Tú decías “todo sencillo”
Yo lo quise complicar
Ahora entiendo lo que cuesta
Cuando alguien no sabe cuidar
Dame una señal no más
Si te vas me quedo fatal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Dame una señal no más
No me vendas otro plan
Si me miras como antes
Voy a querer intentar
Reloj de arena cae lento
Cada grano sabe mal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Mis amigos dicen “sal de eso”
Yo respondo “ya casi estoy”
Pero cuando cambia tu foto
Se me mueve algo interior
No presumo de ser tan fuerte
Solo finjo con precisión
Tengo orgullo bien educado
Y una mala conexión
Tú no fuiste toda mi vida
Pero sí mi mejor error
De los que uno cuenta riendo
Cuando ya no duele peor
Si preguntas sigo entero
Si me buscas tardo más
No te cierro toda la puerta
Pero no voy hacia atrás
Tú decías “todo sencillo”
Yo lo quise complicar
Ahora entiendo lo que cuesta
Cuando alguien no sabe cuidar
Dame una señal no más
Si te vas me quedo fatal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Dame una señal no más
No me vendas otro plan
Si me miras como antes
Voy a querer intentar
Reloj de arena cae lento
Cada grano sabe mal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
No soy santo no soy frío
No soy fácil de olvidar
Tú tampoco eres culpable
Solo sabes regresar
Si mañana ya no escribes
Voy a poder continuar
Pero si dices mi nombre
Todo vuelve a comenzar
Dame una señal no más
Si te vas me quedo fatal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Dame una señal no más
No me vendas otro plan
Si me miras como antes
Voy a querer intentar
Reloj de arena cae lento
Cada grano sabe mal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Dame una señal no más
No me vendas otro plan
Si me miras como antes
Voy a querer intentar
Tu nombre vibra en mi celular
No contesto por orgullo
Pero vuelvo a mirar igual
Reloj de arena cae lento
CREDITS
Performer: Dante Cobre
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Albion
Erik Lindholm
Verified Artist
Erik Lindholm
Swedish born and dance-floor dominator, Erik Lindholm, boasts a temperament as lively as his pulsating bass lines. His sonic sensibilities, threaded through every groove in his heart-thumping dance maestro, are as intriguing as the tale of his journey to the top of the beat kingdom.
Raised in the heart of Gothenburg, Lindholm's coming-of-age could be likened to a groovy scandi-noir episode spiced with Abba tracks. His gruff but supportive Fishmonger father, Olaf, served up his son's first taste of rhythm with the flick of his filleting knife, while his samba-loving mother, Ingrid, nurtured his love for infectious cadence. Schooldays were filled with misadventures involving tin-can drum sets, impromptu corridor concerts, and confiscated mixtapes. Bet his bemused math teacher never guessed this rebel with a cause would rise as a dance music sovereign.
Advertising his outright refusal to be pigeonholed, Lindholm's "Albion" is more than an axiom of his sound, it's a representation of his relentless pursuit of reinvention. This dance-infused ode to joy, shimmers with synths, pulsates with kinetic beats and is as intoxicating as a round of round-the-clock-midsummer-Swedish-sunshine. It's a rollicking auditory journey aptly capturing his carpe diem approach to making people move and groove.
Erik Lindholm's music vividly paints a colorful backdrop of effervescent vibes and infectious enthusiasm. And while we could end this with something delightfully corny like, "this Scandinavian sensation is dancing to the beat of his own drum machine," let's leave it at this - Lindholm lives to make hearts thump in sync with his beats, and folks, he sure succeeds.
Albion
Erik Lindholm
Why do great times feel so silent
Why do doormen wear rags
Why do women in love
Feel so dead
In a dead world why do great times feel so silent
Over ripped sheet music why do doormen wear rags
On the Pavonia sewers why do women in love
Feel so dead in a dead world
Where Albion is silent where Albion is silent
Why do great times feel so silent
Why do doormen wear rags
Why do women in love
Feel so dead
Why is our pretty nurse standing there
Why that sorry expression on the face of her lover
So I spake to him of womankind
I said here council's floral it svours like the thyme
He said
How could you blame me when I told you it was her
I said
And we know the truth
You're a lover like your father
Later in the painting room as Ripper's painting light
Comes the lover placed by my hand
On the canvas of our wedding night
There a similitude derues your lover's blush tonight
As her florescent eyes explore mine
So remember even flowers are suseptible to night
CREDITS
Performer: Erik Lindholm
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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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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Summer Fling
Solomon Dupree
Verified Artist
Solomon Dupree
Meet Solomon Dupree, the dance sensation from Chicago shaking the Windy City with his electrifying beats. This independent artist with a contagious ‘happy’ vibe and enough swagger to spare, has a knack for turning even the gloomiest days gleaming.
Born and raised in the soulful echoes of Chicago's music scene, Solomon fell hard for the rhythm of his city. His music, an infectious blend of classic Chicago house meets modern dance pop, has a charisma that few can resist. His undeniable talent is like the Sears Tower standing tall among clusters of hut-sized talents, dominating the skyline of Chicago's indie dance scene.
His standout track "Summer Fling" brings to mind the magic of a Lake Michigan shoreline party, awash with the peach-pink hues of a Midwestern sunset. Just like the city's legendary deep-dish pizza, Solomon serves up consistent layers of rich, flavourful beats, with a prioritization on taste and quality that gives his music that extra sizzle.
Dupree's journey has been like the 'L' train, an exhilarating ride with ups, downs, and scenic views, leaving passengers (or in this case, listeners) with a joyride of memorable moments. One thing's for certain – when it comes to the dance scene in the City of Big Shoulders, Solomon Dupree is a name you simply can't miss. All aboard the Dupree express for a non-stop dance explosion!
Summer Fling
Solomon Dupree
We got a little time
Let's burn a little more
Soakin' in the sunshine
In love with the shore
And when the night falls
I get a little bored
I think of you
In a sundress (Ooh)
Dancin' with the moonlight (Ah)
Can't get enough
Let's fall in love
We're all just a summer fling
Who cares if it ends?
We're here for the ride
One last goodbye
Mm-mm
We're all just a summer fling
And even when it ends
We're here for the ride
One last goodbye
Mm-mm
Ooh
Ooh
We're all just a summer fling
Who cares if it ends?
We're here for the ride
One last goodbye
Mm-mm
We're all just a summer fling
And even when it ends
We're here for the ride
One last goodbye
Mm-mm
Ooh
Ooh
CREDITS
Performer: Solomon Dupree
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Wannabe Off
Lily Green
Verified Artist
Lily Green
Lily Green is a vibrant nu-disco artist with a deep love for cars and the open road.
Hailing from Los Angeles, Lily grew up with the sounds of synth beats and funky basslines, which fueled her passion for creating danceable, feel-good music.
Her fascination with cars started in childhood, spending weekends at car shows with her dad and dreaming of road trips across the country. This love for automobiles often finds its way into her music, with themes of freedom, speed, and adventure.
Known for her infectious energy and groovy tunes, Lily Green’s tracks are the perfect soundtrack for cruising down the highway with the windows down.
Wannabe Off
Lily Green
We could be from anywhere
But I want the right approach
Could be what you never thought
Could be what you thought the most
I could use a dinner date
I wanna eat you raw
Now take a look at me
Tell me what you saw
Would you wanna be off for the summer?
Out in the country
Drivin' a Hummer
We could be getting my number
My name is Eve and I'm just a soul you couldn't handle
Would you wanna be off?
Could share with me a memory
Or win me a teddy bear
Could you be something I can't be
Or something we all were
(Could be) It's not you
It's me
Or maybe it's him
But don't believe anything
If it goes on a whim
Would you wanna be off for the summer?
Out in the country
Drivin' a Hummer
We could be getting my number
My name is Eve and I'm just a soul you couldn't handle
Would you wanna be off?
A manatee
Amnesty
Deodorant
Detorant
Casanova
Castanova
Here's another
Here's another
Would you wanna be off for the summer?
Out in the country
Drivin' a Hummer
We could be getting my number
My name is Eve and I'm just a soul you couldn't handle
Would you wanna be off?
CREDITS
Performer: Lily Green
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Keep the Receipt, S...
Dust Motel
Verified Artist
Dust Motel
Dust Motel Static began with **Marisol “Mari” Vela**, a sharp-tongued singer and baritone guitarist raised between Tucson and a small border town where her mother ran a late-night diner. **Evan Rusk**, a quiet multi-instrumentalist and obsessive arranger from Bakersfield, had spent years repairing amplifiers, collecting discarded tape machines and writing instrumental cues for films that were never made. Mari became the face and voice of the project; Evan became the person who could turn one crooked guitar phrase into an entire record.
They met after Evan’s pickup broke down outside the diner during a summer dust storm. Mari noticed the long-scale guitar case in the truck bed, borrowed the instrument before offering any help and played the same four notes until Evan began tapping a rhythm against the counter. They spent the rest of the night recording into a battered portable machine beside the diner’s ice freezer. The resulting demo carried traffic noise, a loose refrigerator panel and an argument from the kitchen, but neither of them wanted to recreate it in a cleaner studio.
Their debut single, **“Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart,”** introduces their sound through Mari’s dry, teasing delivery, Evan’s tightly controlled rhythm section and a low melodic guitar that moves somewhere between desert noir and border-town rock. The song treats a dishonest apology like a badly fitted purchase, turning an uncomfortable conversation into a compact, playful hook. It is currently their only released track, but the duo have already made their intentions clear: Dust Motel Static prefer small details, crooked humour and memorable guitar lines over polished mythology.
Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart
Dust Motel
You parked across the hydrant
Like the law had gone to lunch
Brought six supermarket daisies
Held together with a rubber band
Said “I’ve been doing lots of thinking”
With the posture of a judge
Then set one careful “sorry”
On my counter still unopened
You pressed your palm against your chest
Like cameras filled the hall
I asked for one clean answer
You gave the director’s cut
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take the whole display with you
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
Almost true almost true
Look at you improving
You said your phone had lost its manners
Your watch was running scared
Your friends had formed a committee
And voted you unprepared
Your mother took the witness stand
Your therapist was quoted
I asked “Did you sleep with her?”
You said “The wording feels loaded”
You lowered your voice an octave
That trick you save for court
I asked where you were Tuesday
You gave the weather report
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take the whole display with you
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
No don’t kneel; the floor is clean
Don’t swear on anybody’s grave
Skip the trembling lower lip
You practiced beside the valet
I’m just taking inventory:
One key two names three hotel pens
You may keep the supermarket daisies
They’ve heard the whole defense
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take your grand performance too
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
Almost true almost true
Look at you improving
“Need a bag?”
“No he came with one”
CREDITS
Performer: Dust Motel
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Loose Wires
Synkoral
Loose Wires
Synkoral
Switch flicked silence breaks
The circuit's live — no room for fakes
March to your own beat don't fall in line
Worn-out maps won’t match your design
You’re built of code they can't decrypt
A system glitch they can’t predict
Loose wires
Don’t spark — they sting
You weren’t made
To follow anything
They sold straight roads you built a maze
You reprogram old clichés
Noise is loud but you're the break
Crack the shell — make it quake
No signal
No trace
No script
New space
If it flickers — let it fade
You’re the current they can’t braid
CREDITS
Performer: Synkoral
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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