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Life In A Small Town
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.”
Life In A Small Town
Alexander
Dusty roads we tread where memories are sown
Fields of golden dreams where seeds of life are grown
Old oak tree stands tall watching over years
Stories told by firelight shared with laughs and tears
Every face a friend in this little space
Living slow and sweet a steady pace
Life in a small town (oh)
Where the world slows down (yeah)
Every heart beats true (oh)
Under skies so blue (yeah)
Front porch mornings greet with the rising sun
Neighbors wave hello as the day’s begun
Beneath the church bell's chime we gather and we sing
Life’s simple melody harmony it brings
Where the roots run deep stories never sleep
In this peaceful place love we always keep
Every face a friend in this little space
Living slow and sweet a steady pace
Life in a small town (oh)
Where the world slows down (yeah)
Every heart beats true (oh)
Under skies so blue (yeah)
In this town we find peace of heart and mind
Life’s a gentle song in this place we belong
CREDITS
Performer: Alexander
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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There is Power in R...
Nadia Petrova
Verified Artist
Nadia Petrova
Sit back, close your eyes, and let Nadia Petrova's dancy beats stir your soul. Heralding from the land of vodka and chilly winters, this indie dance titan is brewing storms with her ethereal vibes and boogie-powered anthems.
Gymnast by day and club sensation by night, Nadia's life is as rhythmic as her pulsating dance tracks. Originally intending to represent her motherland in a sporting event, the rhythmic allure of the synthesizer provided a detour, and she hasn't looked back since. A sucker for routine, she realized that there is intrinsic beauty in repetition—thus was born the mega-hit "There is Power in Routine."
Her music is a paradox, as comforting as the predictable tick-tock of a clock, and as thrilling as a train ride through strobe-lit tunnels. Nadia brings cheer disco-jumping out of her turntable, crafting happy dance tunes that are as infectious as the common cold.
Nadia Petrova is certainly not your average Russian spy. Injecting the world of dance music with a hearty dose of happiness, her infectious and playful beats revive the spirit of an ancient Russian proverb: "Who does not jump, is not Russian." Dance on, comrades!
There is Power in Routine
Nadia Petrova
Life is only fun with a plan
Like a working woman the way I'm back again
With every morning goin' to a tango
Hella cute in my heels and I glide it solo
There is power in routine
Strong woman in the street
Sets me free
Liberty
There is power in routine
Our getaway is tailored up tight
You beg for an escape and there's no thought behind those eyes
Go again and again and again 'cause I like
Ooh I like
There is power in routine
Strong woman in the street
Sets me free
Liberty
There is power in routine
Mmh
Ooh
Mmh
Ooh
There is power in routine
Strong woman in the street
Sets me free
Liberty
There is power in routine
CREDITS
Performer: Nadia Petrova
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Burn the Night
Indigo Motel
Verified Artist
Indigo Motel
Indigo Motel is an indie pop-rock band built for wide-open stages, late-night drives, and choruses that feel bigger every time they return. Their sound begins in intimate spaces—soft piano notes, restrained drums, and exposed male vocals—before growing into something urgent and cinematic. Stomps, handclaps, swelling guitars, and soaring synths gradually push each song toward an explosive release.
At the centre of the band is a raw, passionate lead vocal, strengthened by gang vocals that turn their choruses into communal moments. Indigo Motel write about youth, uncertainty, loyalty, escape, and the reckless confidence that appears when a crowd sings the same words together. Their music balances emotional vulnerability with festival-sized energy, creating songs that feel personal in the verses and unstoppable in the chorus.
Their debut single, “Burn the Night,” introduces Indigo Motel at their most ambitious: a slow-burning anthem that rises from a quiet opening into a powerful, uplifting singalong. It captures the band’s defining contrast—private emotion transformed into collective noise—and establishes them as a group made for packed venues, raised hands, and nights nobody wants to end.
Burn the Night
Indigo Motel
I hear the city breathing I feel the fire inside…
We’re the echoes on an empty street
Chasing hours we can’t repeat
Broken bottles but the glass still shines
We turn the ruins into battle lines
Lift me higher don’t let go
We’ve got sparks the dark can’t hold
So we burn the night we burn it bright
Raise your voice let it cut the sky
We are more than what they say
We are fire we won’t fade away
Every scar is a story told
Every hand is a hand to hold
If we stumble we still stand tall
Tonight we’re endless we can have it all
Lift me higher don’t let go
We’ve got sparks the dark can’t hold
So we burn the night we burn it bright
Raise your voice let it cut the sky
We are more than what they say
We are fire we won’t fade away
[Bridge – crowd chant]
Oh-oh-oh we’re alive tonight
Oh-oh-oh let the flames ignite
So we burn the night we burn it bright
Raise your voice let it cut the sky
We are more than what they say
We are fire we won’t fade away
We are fire… we are fire tonight
CREDITS
Performer: Indigo Motel
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
Three Stops Past Home
Louis Reed
Verified Artist
Louis Reed
Louis Reed is an electrifying artist hailing from Stockholm, drawing deeply from his roots in church choirs to craft a captivating mix of dance, electronic, and pop music. His unique vocal identity shines through with an expressive male baritone, delivering lyrics that capture both the playful curiosity of city nights and the bittersweet pangs of reflection. His recent track, "Three Stops Past Home," showcases his signature blend of 1980s synth-pop and new wave influences, characterized by sequenced synth bass and bright poly-synth chords layered with polishes reminiscent of vintage mixes.
As he navigates his transition from sacred to secular artistry, Louis reflects on the rewards and challenges that come with this evolution. Each song he creates not only resonates with the energy of night-time escapades but also echoes a sense of introspection that weaves through his catalog. His ability to pair controlled dramatic delivery with upbeat rhythms invites listeners to lose themselves in the music while grounding them in relatable storytelling. The pulsating beats in tracks like "Three Stops Past Home" accentuate this connection, as playful melodies contrast with lyrical themes of disorientation and discovery.
With just a few years into his career, Louis has begun to carve out a dedicated following, frequently performing at venues like Södra Teatern, where he shares a stage with other emerging talents. Engaging audiences with warm analog arpeggiators and tight electronic drums, Louis's shows encapsulate the spirit of nostalgic dance floors while also pushing into contemporary realms. As he continues to tour and expand his repertoire, the interplay between energy and emotion remains at the forefront, making him an artist worth watching in today’s vibrant music scene.
Three Stops Past Home
Louis Reed
Prompt
Driver taps the glass
Says buddy this is the end
I look outside
I have no idea where I am
Two fifteen on a Tuesday night
Last bus parked beside the curb
I fell asleep somewhere downtown
Now every street name looks absurd
Corner shop with half the shutters down
Old man sweeping by the door
I buy a soda and ask for directions
He says you’ve got a pretty long walk
Battery at three percent
Taxi app says forty-eight
So I put my hands inside my pockets
Guess tonight I’m walking late
Three stops past home
And I’m still going
No idea where this road is going
Three stops past home
Shoes getting tired
Some kid’s kicking a ball by a laundromat dryer
I should be angry
I should be gone
But something about this night feels wrong in the right way
Three stops past home
Three stops past home
There’s a bakery starting early
Flour flying through the back
Guy in white comes out for five minutes
Hands me something in a paper bag
Further down two guys are playing basketball
One points over says we need one more
I miss the first shot by a meter
Hit the second now they’re keeping score
Battery finally gives up
I don’t even check the time
For the first time in a long time
Nothing’s asking where I’ve been tonight
Three stops past home
And I’m still going
No idea where this road is going
Three stops past home
Shoes getting tired
Some kid’s kicking a ball by a laundromat dryer
I should be angry
I should be gone
But something about this night feels wrong in the right way
Three stops past home
Three stops past home
Bakery opens
Bus number nine
Morning delivery
Right on time
Same old driver
Pulls up slow
Looks at me and laughs
Says ready to go?
I say
Not yet
Three stops past home
Now the sky’s getting brighter
Coffee in a paper cup
Walking a little lighter
Three stops past home
Never planned to stay
Funny what you find
When you miss the usual way
I should be sleeping
Curtains pulled closed
Instead I found a whole night
Three stops past home
Driver taps the glass
Says you coming or not?
Yeah
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Lyrics
CREDITS
Performer: Louis Reed
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Dancing It All Off
Sophie Weak
Verified Artist
Sophie Weak
Meet Sophie Weak, the daintier and infinitely more coordinated cousin of the beloved Weeble Wobble. Hailing from the cultural cauldron that is London, indie dance maven Weak has a knack for composing euphorically buoyant tracks that'll get your feet tapping and heart thumping.
She first made waves in the indie scene with the high-voltage hit, "Dancing It All Off". Weak's signature style effortlessly blends cheeky, tongue-in-cheek lyrics with electric rhythms and synthed-up beats that are sure to ignite even the most lead-footed listener's lust for dance. She's a bit like the Mary Poppins of the music world; if Mary Poppins swapped her umbrella for a sequined leotard and developed an insatiable appetite for disco balls, that is.
Sophie's sound is no mere illusion of joy, but genuine, unadulterated happiness put to a beat. Often, her tracks can be found playing in hipster cafes across the city, causing spontaneous, caffeinated dance-offs amongst bearded barristers and laptop warriors. So, brace yourself, your Bluetooth speakers, and possibly your pets (because they have sensitive ears); Sophie Weak is here to shake up your playlists with her infectious beats and infectious spirit!
Dancing It All Off
Sophie Weak
I gotta dance it off
I got the weight of the world
And my week was so hard
I gotta dance it off
I got the weight of the world
And my week was so hard
I gotta dance it off
Got me feelin' like
All night
All night
Dancin' like it's
All night
All night
I'm just gonna dance it off
Got me dancin' like it's all night
All night
I'm just gonna dance it off
Got me dancin' like it's all night
All night
I'm just gonna dance it off
Got me dancin' like it's all night
All night
I'm just gonna dance it off
Got me dancin' like it's all night
All night
I'm just gonna dance it off
Got me dancin' like it's all night
All night
I'm just gonna dance it off
Got me dancin' like it's all night
All night
CREDITS
Performer: Sophie Weak
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Paper Moons
Dora Corr
Verified Artist
Dora Corr
Dora Corr is an EDM vocalist and songwriter born and raised in Dublin, Ireland. Before her debut single, she worked at a small, weathered music shop tucked away in Rathmines — a place where synths came in half-broken and left humming again, usually thanks to her.
By day, she tuned old keyboards and restocked trance CDs. By night, she recorded vocal sketches on her cracked laptop, blending soft-spoken Irish melancholy with pulsing beats she never planned to share.
That changed in early 2025, when renowned electronic producer Mark Martian visited Dublin for a creative summit. While killing time between panels, he wandered into Dora’s shop — and found her quietly looping vocal takes in the back room.
Struck by the raw emotion and unusual cadence of her sound, Mark simply asked, “Have you ever thought about making something bigger?” She shrugged. “Not really. But I’d like to.” Energized, Mark immediately called Hakan E., the creative force behind Filodyo.
“I just found someone. We need to get into a studio, fast,” he said. Intrigued, Hakan asked to hear her demos. Mark sent over a few scratch recordings that same night.
Within days, Dora was in a temporary studio above the River Liffey, recording "Paper Moon" — a haunting, minimalist debut that floats somewhere between whispered confession and late-night dance floor, co-produced by Mark Martian for a new Filodyo project.
Dora Corr isn’t chasing pop formulas or peak-hour builds. She’s carving a lane where fragility can still make you move — and where “na na na na” says more than a chorus ever could.
Paper Moons
Dora Corr
You left your coat I kept the thread
It hums like static in my head
I folded time in a paper cup
Sipped your voice till the world shut up
You never said stay but you looked like wait
And I built an echo from that mistake
I don’t call it love — it’s too well-behaved
This is something the maps misplace
Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa
You hum in keys no piano dares
I lose my name climbing up your stairs
Your silence flickers it writes in loops
Still I read it like sacred proof
I won’t label this — it won’t stay still
It moves like weather talks in quills
Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa
You said “don’t read me I’m not that deep”
But I saw planets in your sleep
I don’t need stars I don’t need maps
Just that hum between the gaps
Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa
I let you vanish but not the hum
Some chords don’t end — they just become
CREDITS
Performer: Dora Corr
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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I Stayed for the Si...
Arven Nohr
I Stayed for the Silence
Arven Nohr
I didn’t come here to speak
I just needed you near
We never said forever
But we moved like we might
You poured your mornings into me
And I gave you my nights
I stayed for the silence
For the breath between the words
Where I knew you
Not from what you said —
But what you meant
You touched nothing
But everything changed
You were a quiet storm
And I was already raining
I stayed for the silence
Not the kiss not the fight
But the way your eyes paused
Like they were listening
Even when I was gone
If you forget me
Let it be gently
Like closing a book
You once read slow
CREDITS
Performer: Arven Nohr
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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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
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Plastic Skies & Pap...
Romi Sage
Verified Artist
Romi Sage
Romi Sage doesn't chase the spotlight — he teases it. With a smirk behind every lyric and a groove under every syllable, Romi walks the fine line between smooth and subversive. Born in Lisbon and raised between record shops and rooftop parties, he grew up idolizing the effortless cool of Prince, the rhythmic swagger of George Michael, and the punchy charm of early 2000s pop.
His voice slides — not in haste, but in style. It dances over slap basslines and syncopated guitar licks like it’s dodging commitment. Romi doesn’t just sing about love; he dissects it with irony, flirts with it, then leaves it on read. His stage presence is magnetic — not because he demands attention, but because he never asks for it.
Beneath the glam and glitter, though, there’s always a crack. That’s where Romi shines the most — in the clever melancholy, the playful ache, the smile that knows better. His performances are less about perfection, more about pulse.
Plastic Skies & Paper Towns isn’t a love song. It’s a stylish spiral — romantic delusion in disco heels. It's funk with a wink. And with Romi Sage at the mic, it’s impossible to ignore.
Plastic Skies & Paper Towns
Romi Sage
Got a signal in my toaster
Dreams leaking from my shoes
City spins like a record
But I ain’t dancing to their news
Billboards flashing answers
To the questions I ain't asked
Everyone’s got mirrors
But no one sees past the mask
They sell the future in a box
With plastic trees and ticking clocks
But I want rhythm I want roots
Not just apps in leather boots
Under plastic skies in paper towns
We keep movin’ up but we’re fallin’ down
(Oh no no)
Truth’s on mute and the beat's too loud
Still I groove through this synthetic crowd
Yeah I'm slidin’ through your static minds
Moonwalkin' past the warning signs
(Whoa-oh)
If the world’s a trip—don’t need to land
I’ll funk my way won’t play your brand
I met a monk in a mirror maze
He said “Peace comes with purple haze”
I traded coins for inner sight
But they charged me tax on neon light
Don’t feed me fear in chrome disguise
Don’t sell me dreams with barcode eyes
I ain’t your data I ain’t your plan
I’m a barefoot soul in a traffic jam
Under plastic skies in paper towns
We keep movin’ fast just to circle 'round
(Hey hey!)
Truth’s gone rogue and the beat’s profound
Still I glide through your algorithm crown
Yeah I’m rollin’ in my analog mind
Flippin’ signals they left behind
(Whoa-oh)
If the world’s a glitch I’ll funk the code
Got cosmic shoes and no fixed road
CREDITS
Performer: Romi Sage
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Sweaty Eddie
Luna Vespera
Verified Artist
Luna Vespera
Luna Vespera is a vibrant songstress hailing from the cobblestone streets of Paris, where she relocated from her native Lithuania due to her husband's engineering endeavors. Nothing spells "for better, for worse" like swapping the charm of Lithuanian landscapes for the lights of the Eiffel Tower. She's made a name for herself in the music industry, not just by gracing the city of love with her sound, but also through her amazing work with Filodyo – her sponsoring record label. As they say, even in Paris, show business is still business, which Luna handles beautifully in her Parisian serenade.
Known for her unique blend of melodic soundscapes, Luna's craft expands beyond just being a songbird. She's a veritable jack-of-all-trades, with a love for electronic digital audio workstations – think of her as a musical Da Vinci, blending art, technology, and a bit of joie de vivre. In fact, voice acting artist is another feather in her beret - a talent that adds an extra layer of richness to her music. If being a multi-talented songstress was a sport, Luna would undoubtedly be in the world league.
One of Luna Vespera's most popular hits is the contagiously rhythmic "Sweaty Eddie." Just like its name might suggest, the track delivers a charismatic, dance-infused anthem that gets listeners energized - and possibly a little sweaty. With its irresistible beats and Luna's honeyed voice, it's a firm favorite on Paris's lively music scene, and certainly, a defining element of Luna's growing musical legacy.
So, there you have it – Luna Vespera. The name to know in the Parisian music scene; an enchanting songstress with the charm of the old world and the pulse of the new. Stay tuned for the release of her next electronic ballad. Bonne écoute!
Sweaty Eddie
Luna Vespera
Wow
Spiritus
It goes a long way
I've just been livin' it
Riskin' it all
Had a vision I was gonna come up swingin' it
Kissin' goodbye
Won't you switch up for me
Envision this for a minute
Get the grin off your cheek
I'm tired of listenin'
But I'm clappin' along
When you're so kind to me
Glad to meet you
You're so kind
I saw the stone wall crumblin'
I saw the main stage settlin' down
Bird-watchin'
Moon howlin'
Let me see
Ooh
Sweaty Eddie
You could be lucky now
Hoppin' on the bandwagon
Sweaty Eddie
Stop for me now
Servin' a turn
As it happens
Sweaty Eddie
You could be lovely now
Hoppin' on the bandwagon
Sweaty Eddie
I see now
Take it in stride as it passes
Drop the pretenses
As the world relapses
Misunderstandings
Up in the attic
Pick it up
Pick it up
Carry it tall now
Oh my
Have we ever met before? I swear that I know it
Could I have a little bit more? I've gotten to know you quite well
I can see it comin' on
Now you're convinced
If you want me to
Convince me
Sweaty Eddie
You could be lucky now
Hoppin' on the bandwagon
Sweaty Eddie
Stop for me now
Servin' a turn
As it happens
Sweaty Eddie
You could be lovely now
Hoppin' on the bandwagon
Sweaty Eddie
I see now
Take it in stride as it passes
Have we ever met before? I swear that I know it
Could I have a little bit more? I've gotten to know you
It's quite alright
I can see it comin' on
Now you're convinced
Convince me
CREDITS
Performer: Luna Vespera
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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