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Your Side of the City
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?"
Your Side of the City
Romeo Vane
You called me late from the east side
Said the rain looked better in blue
I had my jacket on the backseat
Like I already knew
You said don’t make this a habit
I said too late for that now
Every streetlight feels like a warning
But I keep turning around
And I don’t know what you do to me
But I forget where I was going
Every time you say my name
The whole damn night starts glowing
I keep driving to your side of the city
Red lights white lines you look so pretty
I don’t need a reason I don’t need a plan
I just wanna be where you are again
I keep falling like I never learned better
One touch two hearts under bad weather
If this is wrong then wrong feels right
On your side of the city tonight
You were barefoot in the doorway
With a smile you tried to hide
Said “You shouldn’t have come over”
But you moved your hand aside
There’s a song on the radio
That we both pretend we hate
But you know every word now
And I know it’s getting late
And I don’t know how you pull me in
Like the moon controls the ocean
Every time I try to leave
You become my only motion
I keep driving to your side of the city
Red lights white lines you look so pretty
I don’t need a reason I don’t need a plan
I just wanna be where you are again
I keep falling like I never learned better
One touch two hearts under bad weather
If this is wrong then wrong feels right
On your side of the city tonight
Maybe we’re reckless
Maybe we’re just afraid
Maybe all the best things
Don’t know how to stay
But if the morning finds us
With nothing left to prove
I’ll still choose the long way
If it leads me back to you
I keep driving to your side of the city
Red lights white lines you look so pretty
I don’t need forever I don’t need a plan
I just wanna be where you are again
I keep falling like I never learned better
One touch two hearts under bad weather
If this is wrong then wrong feels right
On your side of the city tonight
On your side of the city
Where the lonely lights look pretty
I don’t need the morning
I just need tonight
CREDITS
Performer: Romeo Vane
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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This Isn’t Love
Chris Nate
Verified Artist
Chris Nate
Meet Chris Nate, the alternative tunesmith you've probably never heard of, but will soon be unable to live without. Emerging from the vibrant music scene of Nashville, this little-known troubadour is steadily carving a niche for himself in the wide world of alternative music.
Chris is notoriously bashful about his origins but will tell you this: the fundamental building blocks of his music lie not in Nashville's sing-and-clap heartland, but on the rhythmic streets of his namesake city, Natchitoches, Louisiana. Every song seems to skate effortlessly across bayou blues and backwater folk rock, all while maintaining the ebullient tone that is so very Chris Nate.
It's no surprise that this seemingly scattershot blend of influences works so well given the success of his track, "This Isn't Love." A merry jaunt that dares to ask, 'What if love was more like playing jazz on a banjo in space?’ Delivered with a wink, a nod, and most crucially, a tie-dye shirt, the song is a festival of joy that will have listeners tapping their feet while crying laughter tears.
So, grab your headphones and give Chris Nate a spin. Here’s an artist whose music won’t just tickle your ears, but might just tickle your funny bone as well. He's serving up slices of life with a side of melody, and it's a recipe that's simply too tasty to resist. And if that isn’t love, well, this isn’t a biography. Or is it? Chris Nate might make you question everything. Everything except for his expertise in creating cheerfully menagerie tunes, that is.
This Isn’t Love
Chris Nate
Your keys on my floor like secrets we ignore
Talk cheap in the kitchen but silence said more
Late bites blurred lines
We orbit what we can’t define
And I don’t ask you to stay
But you never walk away
Ooh—ohh—caught in that delay
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
The door’s half closed your shadow blends
Routine strangers no need to pretend
Unread texts skipped calls
But still I’m there when you fall
I won’t hold out a map
You keep tracing the gap
Mm—yeah—holding what we lack
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
Words don’t heal in stereo
We play roles we’ll never know
But I’d still let it repeat—mmm—aah
Ahh—mmm—breathe in the mess
Still tethered nothing less
[Final Chorus]
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
(Uhh!) crash not intent
CREDITS
Performer: Chris Nate
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Never Barefoot
The Syrphids
Verified Artist
The Syrphids
The Syrphids’ journey began in the vibrant streets of Birmingham, where their distinct sound emerged from a collision of personal influences and bold experimentation.
Each member brings a unique flavor to the band's overall dynamic—blending raw, emotive vocals with intricate guitar riffs, rhythmic basslines, and atmospheric synth layers. Their music strikes a balance between the unpredictability of alternative rock and the infectious melodies of indie pop, creating an eclectic sound that is both challenging and accessible.
What sets The Syrphids apart is their ability to navigate complex emotional themes, delivering lyrics that resonate deeply while still maintaining an undeniably catchy, crowd-pleasing vibe.
Their live performances are a spectacle of energy and emotion, where their chemistry as a band shines brightest. The Syrphids have a knack for turning intimate venues into electrifying spaces, with each song building on the momentum of the last.
Their setlists are carefully curated to take listeners on a journey—whether it's through soulful ballads that tug at heartstrings or high-octane anthems that ignite the crowd. This ability to command the stage has earned them a growing fanbase, not just in Birmingham but across the UK, with audiences captivated by their authenticity and musical craftsmanship.
As The Syrphids look toward the future, their ambitions are clear: to continue evolving their sound while staying true to the experimental roots that first brought them together. With several EPs already under their belt and plans for a full-length album on the horizon, the band is poised to break through to even broader audiences.
Their commitment to innovation, coupled with their undeniable talent, ensures that The Syrphids will continue to be a force in the indie music scene, challenging conventions and capturing the hearts of listeners around the world.
Never Barefoot
The Syrphids
I was barefoot in the silence
dreaming of laces I could never tie
They told me “Leave your shoes behind”
but my feet were burning on holy ground
Back then the glass windows whispered
shops were cathedrals I couldn’t enter
Every sneaker a forbidden scripture
every boot a sermon I couldn’t keep
I walked with shadows on the pavement
carrying blisters instead of crowns
Now every aisle feels like confession
plastic bags my rosaries
boxes stacked like psalms unspoken
I kneel but I never pray
I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the echoes of my hunger follow me
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never felt these cracks in me
So I buy another pair I’ll never wear
just to silence the ghost of that child staring
at the glass at the glass at the glass
Leather tongues speak louder than my own
rubber soles drown out my guilt
Every purchase is a broken hymn
every closet a confessional built
I don’t wear them I collect my scars
like trophies of battles I never fought
The past still laces up my ankles
pulling tight with phantom strings
No barefoot freedom in the morning
just a graveyard made of things
I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the echoes of my hunger follow me
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never felt these cracks in me
So I buy another pair I’ll never wear
just to silence the ghost of that child staring
at the glass at the glass at the glass
Empty shoes like empty prayers
lining up my hallway shrine
I am both thief and worshipper
stealing time wasting time
I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the pavement bleeds the silence roars
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never stood in this hunger before
So I’ll keep on buying keep on binding
never fitting never finding…
and the child in the glass walks with me still
CREDITS
Performer: The Syrphids
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Dust Between the Guns
Colt Mercer
Verified Artist
Colt Mercer
Colt Mercer is a mysterious country vocalist shaped by dusty border roads, old western stories, and the warm musical spirit of Mexico. Blending classic country storytelling with subtle Mexican melodies, he creates a cinematic sound filled with desert sunsets, lonely bars, long night drives, and unfinished goodbyes.
With “Dust Between the Guns,” Mercer introduces a world of warm acoustic guitars, light mariachi touches, raw vocal texture, and a rugged emotional tone. His music carries themes of love, pride, escape, regret, and personal reckoning always somewhere between a confession and a standoff.
Released with the support of not fm and Filodyo, Colt Mercer’s sound reflects a modern western atmosphere: timeless, dusty, dramatic, and deeply human. Away from the spotlight, he is said to draw inspiration from vintage tapes, old cowboy films, border-town legends, and the silence of the desert at sundown.
Dust Between the Guns
Colt Mercer
Slow wind on the empty street
Boots drag through the drifting heat
Shadows stretch across the town
One more sun is going down
Boardwalk creaks beneath my feet
Every sound repeats the beat
Windows closed and curtains drawn
Like this place has long been gone
Cards still lie upon the bar
Someone left a broken star
Dust is dancing in the light
Waiting for the coming night
Dust between the guns tonight
No one here to call it right
Every breath a loaded sound
Spinning slowly all around
Hands are steady hearts are slow
Every man already knows
When the silence starts to fall
No one leaves this street at all
Leather creaks across the lane
Every step repeats the same
Eyes are narrow time is thin
Like a clock about to spin
Old sign sways above the door
Scratching echoes on the floor
Somewhere far a trumpet cries
Like a warning in disguise
Dust between the guns tonight
No one here to call it right
Every breath a loaded sound
Spinning slowly all around
Hands are steady hearts are slow
Every man already knows
When the silence starts to fall
No one leaves this street at all
Wind moves softly through the town
One last figure lying down
Sun sinks red behind the plain
Only dust will stay again
CREDITS
Performer: Colt Mercer
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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I Don't Need A Map
Lyra Luxx
Verified Artist
Lyra Luxx
Lyra Luxx, the eternal songbird of California, hails from a unique lineage of performers and artistic savants. A vibrant fount of melodies, with a story as colorful as her repertoire, Luxx's journey toward musical prominence took root in the sunny courtyards of Laguna Beach High School (LBHS). Here, amidst the bustling crowd of students and the cacophony of crashing lockers, Lyra carved out a refuge with her schoolmates in an all-girl band. The only remaining member from that original lineup, Luxx had an added feather in her high school cap, holding the esteemed position of a cheerleader. Who else, after all, could champion the school spirit better than the musical prodigy herself?
With a name as resplendent as ‘Lyra Luxx,’ you might expect a pivotal star moment or a dramatic twist. In a plot worthy of a Broadway production, her golden opportunity struck beneath the glaring halogens and amidst the simulated fog of LBHS’s annual talent extravaganza. The only thing missing was a superhero cape as she delivered an iconic rendition of her now famous single, "My Happy Song". The ensuing applause could have rivaled any seismic activity in California, thus turning a new page in her journey. Today, Luxx is recognized far beyond the confines of LBHS, solidifying her star status with each melodious offering. And as for that erstwhile all-girls band? It exists now only in memory, as a significant stepping stone in the rise and rise of Lyra Luxx, California's own glamorous diva. But remember folks, beneath all the glitter and the vocals, she remains the invincible cheerleader from Laguna Beach High School. Go, team!
I Don't Need A Map
Lyra Luxx
You left your coat on the back of my chair
A silent reminder that you were there
Coffee's gone cold but I still sip slow
Tracing the patterns where your fingers go
I replay conversations word for word
Searching for meanings I might've heard
But silence speaks louder than our last fight
And I'm alone with the fading light
I don't need a map to feel lost
Every step forward comes at a cost
You were the compass I used to trust
Now I'm navigating through the dust
Your records still spin on repeat
Each note a memory I can't delete
Walls echo with the songs we knew
Now they're just melodies without you
I write letters I'll never send
Drafting apologies that won't mend
The distance grows with every line
Yet I can't cross this fault of mine
I don't need a map to feel lost
Every step forward comes at a cost
You were the compass I used to trust
Now I'm navigating through the dust
Maybe time will chart a new course
One where regrets show no remorse
But until then I'll walk this line
Between your past and future mine
I don't need a map to feel lost
Every step forward comes at a cost
You were the compass I used to trust
Now I'm navigating through the dust
CREDITS
Performer: Lyra Luxx
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Baby, Baby
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.
Baby, Baby
Lily Green
You're always a second away
We never finish what we start
I think about it every day
I feel it in my broken heart
You do me dirty and then you say
It was an accident
But I've had enough
Oh
Babe
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
Oh
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
I've got the freedom to be alone
I've got my friends
But I never call
You say
"I miss you
" I hear the tone
And I don't feel like I know you at all
It's like a movie or a TV show
We were in love once
But now I can't remember
Babe
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
Oh
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
Oh
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
Oh
Baby
Baby
I've had enough
I've had enough
CREDITS
Performer: Lily Green
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Rush
Zayne Archer
Verified Artist
Zayne Archer
Zayne Archer is a boundary-pushing alternative pop artist known for his electrifying soundscapes and cinematic storytelling. Blending pulsing synths, raw vocals, and immersive production, he crafts songs that feel like adrenaline-fueled journeys through neon-lit nights.
Born in a city that never sleeps, Zayne grew up surrounded by the hum of technology and the restless energy of the streets. His music reflects that tension—between chaos and control, between the past and the unknown future. With "Rush," his latest single, he captures the thrill of breaking free, a sonic dive into the moment where hesitation vanishes and the only way is forward.
Unapologetic, relentless, and charged with emotion, Zayne Archer is more than just a musician—he’s a force in motion.
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Rush
Zayne Archer
You ever feel like… everything’s just waiting to break?
Like the air is charged the ground is humming?
No map No guide Just the rush—
Frequencies twist through the air
Signals lost but we don’t care
Glass reflections shift and break
Every risk is ours to take
Wires hum beneath our skin
Circuits glow pull us in
No escape no rewind
(Oh-oh-oh)
Rush collide feel the spark
Running fast through the dark
No more doubts no more chains
We are fire in the rain—hey! (whoa-oh!)
Moving faster pulse in sync
Gravity’s a faded link
Rules dissolve like vapor trails
Every step rewrites the tale
Wires hum beneath our skin
Circuits glow pull us in
No escape no rewind
(Oh-oh-oh)
Rush collide feel the spark
Running fast through the dark
No more doubts no more chains
We are fire in the rain—hey! (whoa-oh!)
No echoes left to guide us home
We build the path we walk alone
No end in sight no need to know
Just let go—(oh-oh-oh!)
Falling forward hands untied
Diving deep into the night
No regrets no space no time
Just the sound of hearts aligned
CREDITS
Performer: Zayne Archer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Left Me Dancing
Velvet Tax
Verified Artist
Velvet Tax
Velvet Tax is a young female singer hailing from Poland, infusing her music with a vibrant sense of self and personal narrative. With her single "Left Me Dancing," she introduces listeners to her raw, emotive vocal style that draws from her life experiences and the complexities of modern relationships. Her approach to songwriting is deeply personal, often blending introspection with relatable themes, which resonates well with a diverse audience seeking authenticity in music.
Although her catalog currently features only "Left Me Dancing," Velvet Tax's artistry hints at a promising evolution. With the ability to weave intricate melodies and poignant lyrics, she creates a sonic landscape that reflects both melancholy and joy. This duality sets the stage for future projects that are likely to explore various moods and genres, showcasing her versatility as an artist. Each subsequent track is anticipated to build upon the foundation laid by this debut, further enriching her identity as a musician.
As Velvet continues to develop her sound and expand her repertoire, her potential for growth is evident. Whether through collaborations with fellow artists or exploring different musical styles, she is poised to make a significant mark within the independent music scene. With every new release, fans can expect her captivating storytelling and expressive vocals to flourish even more, inviting them along on her artistic journey.
Left Me Dancing
Velvet Tax
You left me crying
But I came back dancing
Mm
I came back dancing
You took the keys
But not the door
You took your coat
But not the storm
I kept the dress
You never liked
Put on my heels
And killed the lights
You thought I’d call
You thought I’d break
You thought my heart
Would learn your name
But I found myself
At half past two
In a crowded room
Not missing you
I let the mirror see me
With my makeup running
Then I wiped it clean
Like I saw you coming
You were the lesson
I was the flame
You left the woman
But she changed her name
You left me lonely
Left me hurting
Left me standing in the rain
Now I’m moving
Now I’m burning
Now I’m dancing through the pain
You don’t get to hold me
When I’m finally free
You don’t get the old me
She don’t answer for me
You left me crying
But I came back dancing
You left me dying
But I came back dancing
Da-da-da-dancing
I came back dancing
Da-da-da-dancing
I came back dancing
I saw your friends
They looked surprised
Like I should hide
Like I should cry
I smiled so sweet
They looked away
I guess revenge
Can wear a face
No angry texts
No midnight scene
No begging you
To come to me
I changed the song
I changed the room
I changed the girl
Who waited for you
I let the mirror see me
With my heart wide open
Then I sewed it up
With a little gold thread
You were the reason
I hit the ground
But I’m the reason
I’m rising now
You left me lonely
Left me hurting
Left me standing in the rain
Now I’m moving
Now I’m burning
Now I’m dancing through the pain
You don’t get to hold me
When I’m finally free
You don’t get the old me
She don’t answer for me
You left me crying
But I came back dancing
You left me dying
But I came back dancing
Da-da-da-dancing
I came back dancing
Da-da-da-dancing
I came back dancing
I was a house with the windows open
You were the match in a careless hand
I was the girl who kept forgiving
Now I’m the woman you can’t command
I don’t hate you
That’s too easy
I don’t need you
That’s the twist
I don’t want you
To come save me
I just want you
To see this
You left me lonely
Left me hurting
Left me standing in the rain
Now I’m moving
Now I’m burning
Now I’m dancing through the pain
You don’t get to hold me
When I’m finally free
You don’t get the old me
She don’t answer for me
You left me crying
But I came back dancing
You left me dying
But I came back dancing
You left me lonely
But I came back shining
You left me broken
But I came back diamond
You left me crying
But I came back dancing
Da-da-da-dancing
I came back dancing
CREDITS
Performer: Velvet Tax
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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La Sabiduría Calle...
Dos Latinos
La Sabiduría Callejera
Dos Latinos
No hay pupitre ni pizarra mi clase es la ciudad
Cada esquina un maestro cada calle una verdad
Aprendí de los fracasos de la escuela de intentar
Mis diplomas son las cicatrices que el tiempo no borrará
No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico
Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero
Mis compañeros son los sueños mi tarea la realidad
Cada día una página nueva lista para comenzar
En las plazas hallé libros que no se pueden cerrar
En los ojos de la gente historias que enseñan a amar
No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico
Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero
Entre sombras aprendí a encontrar la luz
La resiliencia es mi curso la esperanza mi cruz
No aprendí de teorías mi saber es práctico
En el arte de vivir cada paso es didáctico
Soy alumno de la vida mi escuela es el mundo entero
Graduado en sobrevivir en cada esquina un sendero
La sabiduría callejera mi título más sincero
Con cada experiencia mi conocimiento es primero
Cierro los ojos siento el viento cada susurro una lección
En el gran libro de la vida escribo mi propia canción
CREDITS
Performer: Dos Latinos
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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My Fault
Adrian Lux
Verified Artist
Adrian Lux
Shrouded in Scandi-cool and dripping with chillout vibes, Adrian Lux manages to piece together melodies that dance in your ears long after the beat has faded. Born amidst the snow and indie-pop of Stockholm beginnings, Lux has rapidly become an independent powerhouse of relaxation music.
From his shed-turned-studio (known affectionately as the 'Chillout Cabin'), Lux consistently trills and thrills with his own vibrant blend of soothing, yet complex beats. You’d think this musical maestro might be too chilled to churn out hits, but his track "My Fault" has become an essential soundtrack for any self-respecting connoisseur of the chillout genre, providing the perfect background hum for 3 AM existential thoughts or lazy Sunday brunches.
A master of evoking the "chill" mood, Lux draws inspiration from the calm of the Swedish winters, the wild freedom of the Nordic wilderness, and the peculiar scent of an IKEA cinnamon bun. He weaves these influences into a soundscape that freezes time, melting away the rough edges of reality and leaving listeners lost in a world of rhythmic tranquility.
Adrian Lux, with his brand of laid-back beats, is making one thing clear - sometimes, sitting back, listening to some sounds, and simply existing is all the luxury you really need. If you're yet to hop on board the Lux train, it's about time you checked in for a dose of his Scandi serenity.
My Fault
Adrian Lux
I don't know why I want you to come over
I don't know why I want to make amends
I don't know why I want you to say sorry
I don't know why I wanna be your friend
But I don't
It's just the hope that still gets me
And that's my fault
Because I know you're never guilty
But I still want
For you to try to love me
But I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why I want you to come back now
I don't know why I think you'd ever change
I don't know why I think that you could love me
I don't know why you ever could explain
But I want
To know why you did it
And that's my fault
Because I know you never meant it
But I still want
For you to try to love me
But I don't know why
I don't know why
But I still want you
To see the good in me
But I know you don't care
What I'm thinking
And I know you never will
But I don't
It's just the hope that still gets me
And that's my fault
Because I know you're never guilty
But I still want
For you to try to love me
But I don't know why
I don't know why
CREDITS
Performer: Adrian Lux
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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