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We Won't Break
Boyz N The Hood
We Won't Break
Boyz N The Hood
Through the storm we rise above
In the darkest night we find our love
Every step a battle won
Fighting till the morning sun
We'll stand tall through it all
Never let the shadows fall
We won't break we won't bend
We will fight until the end
Stronger now heart of steel
In this fight we know the deal
(Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh)
(Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh)
Mountains high rivers wide
Through the pain we won't divide
Hand in hand side by side
In this fight we take our stride
We'll stand tall through it all
Never let the shadows fall
We won't break we won't bend
We will fight until the end
Stronger now heart of steel
In this fight we know the deal
(Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh)
(Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh)
Rise again from the pain
Victory will be our gain
We won't break we won't bend
We will fight until the end
Stronger now heart of steel
In this fight we know the deal
(Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh)
(Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh)
In the light we'll be right
Through the storm we'll ignite
CREDITS
Performer: Boyz N The Hood
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Pieces Of Tomorrow
Glass Orchard
Verified Artist
Glass Orchard
Glass Orchard: underdogs from Iceland's burgeoning musical arena, who've taken indie beats and songwriting to a whole new Frosty level. Headed by a commanding male lead supported by a dynamic duo of keyboardists, they're melting all sorts of icy musical conventions.
Born under the northern lights of Reykjavik, they're often joked as the "fruity version" of Sigur Rós. Our main man pulls emotional threads like a seasoned weaver, belting out raw, hearty verses that contrast blissfully against the soft twinkling of the keyboards, played by our male-female dynamic duo. And boy, do they peel back the layers!
Their most noteworthy track, "Pieces of Tomorrow", tantalizingly teeters between radio-friendly pop and their native avant-garde sound. It’s like biting into an enchanted apple; filled with textured layers of auditory delight. Get ready to chomp down to get a taste of the future through their fresh, clairvoyant tunes.
Once you've had a bite of Glass Orchard, you'll understand why Iceland's not just famous for their geysers and quirky mayor. Much like their namesake, they reflect a myriad of perspectives under one musical roof. Sweet, tangy, and reliably crisp, Glass Orchard’s music serves us delicious pieces of tomorrow, today.
Pieces Of Tomorrow
Glass Orchard
I remember
Little pieces
Little pieces
Of tomorrow
I woke up in a moving city
With your message on my phone
Saying nothing lasts forever
But I hate the word alone
There were faces in the window
There were names I couldn’t place
I was dancing through the morning
Trying not to see your face
I don’t wanna fall back
I don’t wanna fade out
I don’t wanna stand still
Waiting for the same sound
If the night is broken
Let the beat repair it
If my heart is open
I’m not scared to wear it
Piece by piece
I come alive
Little lights
Inside my mind
Beat by beat
I feel the fire
You were gone
But I got higher
Piece by piece
I’m not the same
I lost you once
But found my name
Oh-oh-oh
I come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
Come alive
Come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
Come alive
Come alive
Little pieces
Of tomorrow
I kept walking through the static
With my shadow next to me
Every heartbreak has a rhythm
If you let the body breathe
I was more than what you left with
More than tears on bathroom tiles
Now the bassline pulls me forward
And I’m learning how to smile
I don’t wanna fall back
I don’t wanna fade out
I don’t wanna stand still
Waiting for the same sound
If the night is broken
Let the beat repair it
If my heart is open
I’m not scared to wear it
Piece by piece
I come alive
Little lights
Inside my mind
Beat by beat
I feel the fire
You were gone
But I got higher
Piece by piece
I’m not the same
I lost you once
But found my name
Oh-oh-oh
I come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
Maybe love is not a place
Maybe home can change its shape
Maybe all the things we lose
Turn into another way
I don’t need the past to call
I don’t need the door unlocked
I can be the one who breaks
And still becomes the song
Piece by piece
I come alive
Little lights
Inside my mind
Beat by beat
I feel the fire
You were gone
But I got higher
Piece by piece
I’m not the same
I lost you once
But found my name
Oh-oh-oh
I come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
I remember
Little pieces
Little pieces
Of tomorrow
Piece by piece
I come alive
CREDITS
Performer: Glass Orchard
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Meant To Be
Violette Storm
Verified Artist
Violette Storm
Violette Stoem doesn’t just sing—she floats. Hailing from Rotterdam’s rainy streets and raised on a mix of French electronic minimalism and UK garage, her music exists in the space between dancefloor euphoria and solitary late-night reflection. With a voice that’s equal parts smoke and sunlight, she crafts tracks that pull you in slowly—then never let go.
Her breakout single “Meant To Be” is a hypnotic blend of deep house rhythms and shimmering pop clarity. Anchored by a driving low-end and crisp four-on-the-floor pulse, the track features syncopated synth stabs, airy pads, and a vocal hook that lands straight in your bloodstream. It’s the kind of track that feels equally at home in Berlin’s underground or a coastal sunset set in Ibiza.
Violette isn’t chasing trends. She’s building a sound world of her own—emotive, minimalist, and endlessly danceable. Her sets are known for their intimacy, her lyrics for their vulnerability, and her production for its razor-sharp elegance. Quiet by nature, loud by design.
Meant To Be
Violette Storm
Last night I met you at the party
And we were strangers at the start
But when you touched me I could hardly
Hardly believe the way you felt
It was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
Last night you caught me at the party
And you came right up to my heart
And I knew right away
Darling
That you would never break it apart
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And then you kissed me at the party
And that's when I fell in love
And I was waiting for you
Darling
And I know that you were too
And then you kissed me at the party
And that's when I fell in love
And I was waiting for you
Darling
And I know that you were too
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
CREDITS
Performer: Violette Storm
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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What’s It Made Of?
LYA
Verified Artist
LYA
“If it doesn’t ask questions, it’s not music.”
LYA (pronounced “Lie-uh”) is a genre-defying artist from Berlin whose roots stretch from conservatory string quartets to the depths of fog-drenched warehouse raves. A classically trained violinist who once performed Vivaldi at age nine, she left formal music behind in her early 20s to pursue something more fractured, more real. What emerged was a sound as delicate as it is defiant—where harpsichords coexist with 2-step beats, and questions matter more than answers.
Her music exists in a liminal zone: somewhere between dance and disassociation, pop and poetry, cathedral and club. LYA often weaves spoken-word passages into her songs, transforming internal monologues into melodic mantras. Vocals—sometimes her own, sometimes spliced and AI-shifted—glide over textured layers of cello, muted synths, and ambient distortion. Think: if Imogen Heap grew up listening to Burial and wrote haikus in code.
LYA’s debut EP “Syntax of Sleep” was a quiet cult success among insomniac circles on Bandcamp, praised for its “introspective maximalism.” Her live sets, often accompanied by generative visuals and interactive lighting that reacts to audience movement, blur the line between concert and hallucination. She isn’t afraid of silence, nor of noise. Both, to her, are forms of rhythm.
LYA doesn’t write songs to explain. She writes them to wonder. “What’s It Made Of?”—her latest single via notfm—isn’t just a title. It’s a dare. A whisper in the hallway between thoughts. A reminder that meaning isn’t always the point.
What’s It Made Of?
LYA
Woke up in a sentence I don’t remember writing
(uhhh)
My name’s on the wall
but it’s spelled with a “Y” now
weird
I tried to fold the sunlight into thirds
but it keeps leaking through the creases
Like—
was that ever the point?
(Hey!)
Did we name the silence just to fill it?
A blue cup a red sock a key with no lock
Mom said dreams don’t rot
but I found mold on the corners of mine
(yeah uh-huh)
What’s it made of?
(Lie?)
What’s it made oooooof?
Is this glass or just slow ice?
(what’s the—yeah)
If I bite it will it crack or cry?
(Haha—cry?)
I asked the mirror but she blinked
Twice
My coat is full of exit signs
but none of them point north
I sleep in the hallway between thoughts—
and that’s fine
Or it was
(Was it?)
Someone keeps leaving me notes
in a handwriting I don't remember learning
“Simplify”
“Unwind”
“Don't trust the tulips”
What’s it made of?!
(don’t tell me it’s hope again)
What’s it maaaade of?!
If it’s love why’s it shaped like a chair leg?
If it’s truth
why does it taste like batteries?
Whoa whoa—
Don’t go there
Not now
(NOT NOW!)
CREDITS
Performer: LYA
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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You Walked Away
Jules Starlight Mercer
Verified Artist
Jules Starlight Mercer
Meet Jules Starlight Mercer, a dynamite indie-pop artist straight from the heartland of Starlight City. Known for his high-energy beats and infectious charm, he's setting the music scene alight, one glitter trail at a time.
This stellar dude is full of surprises. Not only does he pen and perform heart-popping tracks like the notorious banger "You Walked Away", but he also moonlights at a local music store. Proof his universe truly revolves around melodic notes. Oh, and did we mention he's rumored to have joined NBA legend LeBron James on some killer bike tours? Little more than a whisper doing the rounds, but let's just say we wouldn't be surprised.
When you listen to a Jules Starlight Mercer track, you're promised boundless fun, toe-tapping rhythms, and a ray of sunshine, whatever the weather. This lad makes music that's bright and buoyant as a bounce house, tunes that just scream 'happy', leaving you grinning like a Cheshire cat.
So, folks, buckle up, because Jules Starlight Mercer is a shooting star, ready to leap from the local scene to the galaxy cluster of superstars. You might want to keep your eyes (and ears) on this one!
You Walked Away
Jules Starlight Mercer
Streetlights flicker they know your face
Dancin’ alone in this crowded place
You slipped away where the silence grows
In this empty cage where the cold wind blows
(Oh-oh-oh yeah!)
Heart’s still yearnin’ can’t let it go
In this empty space I’m losin’ control
(Whoa-oh!)
You walked away left me in the fire
Burnin’ through the nights chasin’ desire
Dreams like ashes scatter in the air
But I’m still here caught in your snare
(Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh!)
(Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh!)
Flickerin’ visions of what we had
Now it’s all gone just a touch so sad
I hear your voice but it’s far away
In this twisted game I’m forced to play
(Oh-oh-oh yeah!)
Heart’s still yearnin’ can’t let it go
In this empty space I’m losin’ control
(Whoa-oh!)
You walked away left me in the fire
Burnin’ through the nights chasin’ desire
Dreams like ashes scatter in the air
But I’m still here caught in your snare
(Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh!)
(Whoa-oh!)
Every step you take I’m fallin’ behind
In this shattered world no peace to find
(Whoa-oh!)
You walked away left me in the fire
Burnin’ through the nights chasin’ desire
Dreams like ashes scatter in the air
But I’m still here caught in your snare
(Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh!)
(Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh!)
In the silence I hear your name
But it’s just an echo a ghostly flame
(Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh!)
CREDITS
Performer: Jules Starlight Mercer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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No Tomorrow Needed
Roxelle
Verified Artist
Roxelle
Roxelle is a Romanian-born singer and songwriter currently based in the United Kingdom. Growing up between Eastern European traditions and Western pop culture, she developed an early fascination with rhythm, melody, and visual storytelling. Her background gave her a distinctive sense of contrast, mixing emotional depth with bold self-expression, something that would later become central to her artistic identity.
After relocating to the UK in her early twenties, Roxelle immersed herself in the underground pop and electronic scenes, refining her sound and performance style. Influenced by modern pop, dance, and subtle R&B textures, she crafts songs that balance confidence with vulnerability. Her vocals move effortlessly between smooth, controlled delivery and striking, attitude-driven hooks, creating a sound that feels both intimate and commanding.
Roxelle’s music explores themes of independence, desire, and emotional resilience, often framed through sleek, contemporary production. Known for her strong visual aesthetic and fashion-forward presence, she approaches music as a complete artistic experience rather than just sound. With a growing catalog of releases, Roxelle positions herself as a new-generation pop artist shaped by movement, migration, and self-definition.
No Tomorrow Needed
Roxelle
Heels hit the floor I feel it start
Bass in my chest steady and sharp
No explanations no excuse
I move the room just how I choose
Eyes follow motion not my name
I don’t repeat I don’t stay same
One step closer to the sound
I don’t wait I turn around
I’m on my own tempo
Don’t tell me when to go
I set it I control
Every move every role
I’m on my own tempo
Too fast too slow I know
I hit it right on time
Watch me cross the line
Disco strings rise
Bass keeps talking
Hands in the air
No words just timing
Mirrors shake when I pass through
Every angle feels brand new
No permission no delay
I decide how long I stay
Heat is building in the crowd
I don’t need to say it loud
Count it in feel it land
Everything is in my hands
I’m on my own tempo
Don’t tell me when to go
I set it I control
Every move every role
I’m on my own tempo
Too fast too slow I know
I hit it right on time
Watch me cro
Jacket on I leave it open
Streetlight glow my focus broken
Every sound pulls me in
I don’t ask where we’ve been
I don’t read the signs twice
I move once that’s my advice
If it feels right I don’t slow down
I let the night spin me around
No tomorrow needed
Say it again I mean it (mean it)
No tomorrow needed
I don’t pause I don’t overthink it (no no)
No tomorrow needed
Feel it hit me feel it beat me (beat me)
No tomorrow needed
If I’m in it I’m in it (yeah)
Every step is calculated
Still it looks so effortless
I don’t wait to be invited
I arrive I don’t impress
Crowd reacts I don’t chase
I just take up space
Hear my name inside the bass
I don’t rush I keep my pace
Yeah
She don’t plan it she appear
Whole room shift when she near
No tomorrow in her mind
Only now perfect time
She don’t promise she decide
Every move amplified
I’m just watching from the side
Tryna keep up with her stride
No delay no rewind
She already crossed the line
When she move place complies
That’s the signal that’s the sign
No tomorrow needed
Say it again I mean it (mean it)
No tomorrow needed
I don’t pause I don’t overthink it (no no)
No tomorrow needed
Feel it hit me feel it beat me (beat me)
No tomorrow needed
If I’m in it I’m in it (yeah)
No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
Needed (needed)
No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
I don’t need it (don’t need it)
No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
Needed (needed)
If I want it (if I want it)
I’m in it (I’m in it)
CREDITS
Performer: Roxelle
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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No Right Time
Lena Wilder
Verified Artist
Lena Wilder
New York is the incubator of many dreamers, and for one Lena Wilder, it proved to be the perfect breeding ground. Lena wasn't always in the limelight; she was just another New Yorker making a living as a sales assistant in one of the city's bustling clothing stores. As she tended to racks of distressed denim and oversize knits, she wore her dreams like her favorite band tees - close to her heart but visible for the world to see. Little did her customers know that they were interacting with a voice that would someday weave an influential part of their city's sonic fabric. After all, the Big Apple isn't shy about tucking its future stars behind a discount rack, now is it?
Once her work shift ended, Lena would swap her clothing tag gun for a guitar pick and the sales floor for a stage, performing at local venues as a side gig. Here, she felt at home, strumming her guitar under the dim hue of stage lights, her soulful voice permeating the evening air with songs straight from the heart. One of her most notable songs being "No Right Time," which came as a result of a humorous debate with an ex-lover about the "right time" to eat a breakfast burrito (spoiler alert: Lena thinks it's anytime!). This feel-good declaration of burrito sovereignty soon became an anthem for heartache, nostalgia, and the taste of freedom, encapsulating her music's raw essence, which is a delicate balance between heartwarming relatability and the gritty reality.
Through all these, Lena Wilder has managed to remain notoriously elusive behind a veil of unassuming simplicity. She reminds us that the artist's journey isn't found in shiny CDs or platinum records, but in those quiet moments behind a store counter, under a spotlight in a dimly lit bar, or even in an argument over a breakfast burrito. Because in the end, the right time to chase your dreams – just like eating a breakfast burrito – is anytime!
No Right Time
Lena Wilder
[Intro]
(Clock ticks loud when you're not calling
Nights taste dry can't fake stalling)
Tried cold coffee just to feel something
Streetlight flicker — not a sign just buzzing
You left shoes under my old desk
I stepped around 'em like we never met
Told my friends I’m feeling fine
(They don’t ask much anymore)
Scroll your name don’t hit “reply”
Still stuck knocking at a closed door
No right time to fall apart (ahh yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (mm-mm)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(yeah yeah yeah)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ohhh ooooh na-na
Keys in the bowl still turn for yours
Voicemail full I still record
You liked silence I liked shows
Talked through credits missed the lows
Now your jacket's in a bag I keep
Next to sweaters I don’t wear to sleep
Lied to strangers I don’t know
(Said I’ve burned your old photos)
Truth is folded in my coat
Every plan comes back to “almost”
No right time to fall apart (ahh yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (whoa-oh)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(yeah yeah)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ooooh you stay—na-na
Nothing broke at once it peeled
Like paint left out too long revealed
I didn’t cry but I still feel
Your side cold when nights turn real
No right time to fall apart (yeah yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (mmh)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(can’t lie)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ooooh (stay gone) na-na-na
CREDITS
Performer: Lena Wilder
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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My Kitchen Stage
Soleil Vega
Verified Artist
Soleil Vega
Soleil Vega is the kind of artist who can turn a rainy Tuesday into a rooftop party. Born and raised in Brighton, UK, she grew up surrounded by her mother’s old soul records and the pulse of the underground dance scene. Her music lives at the intersection of deep house grooves, pop sparkle, and feel-good R&B touches, driven by radiant vocals and unapologetically joyful lyrics.
Her breakout track “My Kitchen Stage” is a celebration of everyday magic—the kind you find dancing alone at home with a spatula mic in hand. The track blends warm house rhythms with bouncy basslines and a shimmering vocal delivery that makes you want to throw open the windows and turn the volume all the way up. It’s infectious, playful, and deeply personal.
Soleil’s sound is sun-kissed but grounded. She writes about friendship, late-night cravings, heartbreak, and finding your light—in the club, in the kitchen, or in your own reflection. And when she performs, it’s not a show, it’s a shared moment. Always real, always radiant.
My Kitchen Stage
Soleil Vega
Your walls are gonna cry
They know it better than I do
I'm still scared to die
When I'm dancing without you
Maybe it's all in my head
Maybe I'll get out of bed
If you call
And I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And if you call
I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And if you call
I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And if you call
I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And if you call
I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And I know it's only temporary
But it's not in the way
It's not in the way that you want it
So we won't talk about it
We don't talk about it
And I know it's only temporary
But it's not in the way
It's not in the way that you want it
So we won't talk about it
We don't talk about it
Maybe it's all in my head
Maybe I'll get out of bed
If you call
And I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And if you call
I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And if you call
I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And if you call
I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And if you call
I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
CREDITS
Performer: Soleil Vega
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Mystery
Leo Kensington
Verified Artist
Leo Kensington
Leo Kensington, hailing from the sunflower fields of Kansas, has been lighting up local music stages as a pop-funk artist. This sprightly talent is especially known for his catchy tune, "Mystery," which has been described by fans as "a melodious enigma wrapped in quirkiness."
Kensington started his journey nimbly, strumming his makeshift cereal-box guitar while still in diapers (although not particularly in tune). His love for beats and rhythms was nurtured by the swaying wheat fields around his childhood home. Thus, bread was not the only good thing that came out of the humble Kansas wheat fields; they also gave us this ear-popping, funky melody maker.
In the local circuit, Kensington is revered for his dynamic performances which are akin to watching a tornado onstage - wildly exciting, immensely entertaining, yet always leaving you with a sense of awe. Ever the unpredictable, Kensington spiced up a rather bland Tuesday evening when he performed "Mystery" dressed as a unicorn. Yes, an actual unicorn. It was this sort of playful, eccentric ambiance that set Kensington apart.
Leo continues to electrify the local Kansas music scene, his songs resonating from every corner bar to county fair. His energy, stage presence, and charming charisma, accompanied by the unforgettable riff of "Mystery", ensures that one never forgets the name Leo Kensington. His exciting rise and the captivating persona undoubtedly make him one to watch. After all, who can resist a funktastic unicorn from Kansas?
Mystery
Leo Kensington
Why does it hurt
To hope? (Mmm ooh ooh ooh)
Why does it hurt?
(Let it out)
To hope? (Ayy ayy)
Why does it hurt
Why does it hurt?
(Ooh ooh ooh)
I love you like the segments
On the news
Cut between the stories of the hood
The heroes
And the glues
Seen and see-through
I could
Read the room
The sky turned red
The stage was vast
The moon took center view
And so did you
Why does it hurt
To hope? (Mmm ooh ooh ooh)
Why does it hurt?
(Let it out)
To hope?
(Ayy ayy)
Why does it hurt?
Why I'm supposed to hope
That things will change?
Keep thinkin' things will settle
As I get older with age
Huh but nothin's never been the same
So in the meantime
Might as well let 'em know my name
And I ain't gon' waste a second
So baby
Show me somethin' that I need for now
I don't mean to use you till I turn around
But maybe you might find you wanna stick
Around
Got so many skeletons inside my closet
That I don't go past October
'Cause if I start lookin' around
Might not come back till the fall is over
Like ooh ooh ooh
CREDITS
Performer: Leo Kensington
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Every Heartbeat
Dionne
Verified Artist
Dionne
Enter Dionne, a maverick of the dance scene and purveyor of pop perfection hailing from the heart-thrum of Las Vegas, aptly nicknamed Sin City. Unsurprisingly, Dionne's music puts the heart back into the heartland of America's entertainment playground with every thumping beat.
A regular backstage presence at the glittering Strip casinos from a young age, Dionne honed her craft amid the mesmerizing hum of slot machines and the relentless energy of SinCity's pulsating nightlife. Now she's smashing the charts harder than a high roller on a lucky streak, with her notably infectious hit "Every Heartbeat."
Dionne has become synonymous with creating an ecstasy of sound you can’t help but move to, weaving happy harmonies like a nimble-fingered croupier dealing a hand of high-stakes poker. Her music doesn't just evoke a happy mood; no, it screws up happiness into a confetti ball and throws it high into the Nevada night sky – a neon rainbow explosion against the backdrop of the Vegas lights.
In Dionne, we found our music equivalent to a Vegas jackpot - always unexpected, always exhilarating. She's placing Dance back on the frontline and hitting the jackpot not with poker chips, but with every electrifying, happy heartbeat resonating in her tunes. And let's say this; she's just getting warmed up.
Every Heartbeat
Dionne
Shadows linger where the sunlight fades
Holding secrets in the empty space
Your silhouette’s a memory untold
It’s a story that I can’t let go
Caught between the static and the sound
Reaching for the way to turn around
Every heartbeat chasing a sign
Lost in the rhythm searching for time
Falling deeper I feel the weight
But maybe this is how we find our way
Paper walls can’t keep the world outside
Every tear’s a piece of what we hide
I’m still learning how to let it show
But your eyes they see what I don’t know
Caught between the static and the sound
Reaching for the way to turn around
Every heartbeat chasing a sign
Lost in the rhythm searching for time
Falling deeper I feel the weight
But maybe this is how we find our way
It’s not the end it’s just a curve
A second chance the one we deserve
We’re not alone even when we break
The pieces fit in the steps we take
If I could hold the night a little longer
I’d show you how we rise from the thunder
Nothing’s perfect but we’ll make it through
Every crack lets the light shine through
Every heartbeat chasing a sign
Lost in the rhythm searching for time
Falling deeper I feel the weight
But maybe this is how we find our way
Every crack lets the light shine through
This is how we find what’s true
CREDITS
Performer: Dionne
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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I’m Not The One
Sienna Marlowe
Verified Artist
Sienna Marlowe
Born and bred in the heart of Italy, Sienna Marlowe is a singer whose voice echoes with the rich history and timeless elegance of her homeland. As a child, Sienna would trespass into deserted train stations, her little voice echoing off the crumbling walls and intertwining with the rusted whispers of the forgotten railways. Her imagination would paint these forlorn shrieks of metal and dust into an imagined symphony of applause, encouraging her to believe in a world where silence spoke volumes and the stillness of an abandoned platform could become her music's grandest stage.
Passionate and prodigiously talented, Marlowe saw the world through a unique lens, where dreams danced in every corner. Her breakthrough hit, "I'm Not The One," captures this spirit perfectly, weaving a tale of love and perhaps a dash of Italian dramatic flair into an unforgettable, raw, powerful ballad. This song, much like Marlowe's career, is a testament to her innate ability to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, transforming everyday experiences into melodies that tug on heartstrings and tickle the soul. As a music biographer, you can't help but tip your hat to Sienna, who just might shout "Bravissimo!" at a rust-caked railway track, and you'd better believe it would be the most melodious cheer you've ever heard.
The heart of Sienna Marlowe's story is as simple and as complicated as a rusted railway line - it's about finding beauty in the abandoned, and a voice in the silence. Her journey from that deserted train station in Italy to the glamorous spotlight of international fame is a captivating symphony in itself. Hopping on this train of her musical journey, it's impossible not to sway along to the endearing rhythm of Sienna's life, one that serenades us with the notion that music truly knows no bounds – not even a "Do Not Enter" sign at an old train station.
I’m Not The One
Sienna Marlowe
Told me I’d regret it — guess I forgot
Living like a risk you never got
I’ve been spinning hours into peace
While you watch from your retreat
You sip on rules I drink the rain
You dress your truth in borrowed shame
I’m not the one who’s stuck in place
You paint your fear across my face
But I don’t flinch I don’t explain
I dance through thunder sing through pain
You call it chaos — I call it mine
You hold your breath and wait for grace
I jump first I don't brace
Maps never knew my way
Still I find more than you say
You sip on rules I drink the rain
You dress your truth in borrowed shame
I’m not the one who’s stuck in place
You paint your fear across my face
But I don’t flinch I don’t explain
I dance through thunder sing through pain
You call it chaos — I call it mine
Maybe I’m too much for your quiet
But I’m a riot you won’t forget
Keep your calm and curated days
I’ll be gone in brighter ways
CREDITS
Performer: Sienna Marlowe
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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