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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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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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Call Dropped at 3 AM
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.
Call Dropped at 3 AM
Eli Varnish
Alright…
Yeah yeah don’t tune it too much
Let it breathe
Okay… one two…
Woke up late with the room still shaking
Ashtray full of things I didn’t say
Mirror asks me for an explanation
I tell it “man not today”
Shoes by the door still smell like last night
Clock keeps lying I let it talk
City hums in a crooked rhythm
Like it learned that walk from me
Hey bass… keep it walking
Yeah like that
Don’t rush it
Every plan I make shows up half dressed
Every promise comes out second best
If I fall behind the beat again
Just leave some space I’ll land it then
This ain’t a straight line it sways and bends
It trips on truth then calls it a friend
If I sound wrong don’t fix it too soon
That’s where the story sneaks through
Yeah this ain’t clean this ain’t controlled
It’s a loose wire looking for a soul
Play it wrong play it loud play it true
That’s all this blues knows how to do
Hold up…
Let the horn say something
Yeah… go on
(long slide in slightly late)
Mmm… listen
Man… that thing’s complaining
Let him talk
I’m almost done… almost
Sorry… not sorry
(rimshot)
There’s a voice in my head clapping off time
Says “You always push you never wait”
I said “If I slow down I might notice
Everything I try to escape”
Barroom light keeps flickering jokes
Like it knows where I’ve been
Every sound wants a turn at the mic
Even the quiet wants in
Yeah… that’s it
Don’t smooth it out
No no
If this night’s a gamble I roll it bent
Lose my balance call it intent
Break the rule then play it twice
Mess it up till it sounds right
This ain’t a straight line it sways and bends
Falls apart then stands again
If my voice cracks just let it through
That’s what it came here to do
Yeah this ain’t neat this ain’t polite
It’s just breath fighting with the night
Play it wrong play it loud play it true
That’s all this blues knows how to do
Alright…
Don’t stop it
Let it ring
Yeah… that’s enough
CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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The Lightning Strikes
Arin Nova
Verified Artist
Arin Nova
Arin Nova is a rising star in the world of electro-pop, blending electrifying melodies with emotionally charged lyrics that resonate with audiences worldwide. Born and raised in Seattle, Washington, Arin grew up immersed in the city's dynamic music scene, where he cultivated his unique sound that bridges the gap between nostalgia and the future.
Arin’s breakout single, “The Lightning Strikes,” catapulted him into the spotlight with its pulsating beats and anthemic chorus. The song, inspired by the thrill of fleeting moments and the unpredictability of life, has become a dancefloor favorite and a streaming hit, amassing millions of plays within weeks of its release.
Known for his charismatic stage presence and a distinctive voice that effortlessly shifts between vulnerability and power, Arin Nova is redefining the boundaries of pop music. His visuals and performances often feature a futuristic, galactic theme, reflecting his fascination with the cosmos and the idea of infinite possibilities.
As he prepares for the release of his debut album, Arin Nova is on a meteoric rise, lighting up stages and playlists around the world. His music invites fans to embrace the energy of the present moment—just like lightning, fleeting yet unforgettable.
The Lightning Strikes
Arin Nova
Skies break open the storm’s on our side
Feet hit the pavement no place left to hide
Through the haze we’re burning we’re alive
Every breath a promise we’ll survive
Run through the fire let it temper your soul
The heat doesn’t break us it’s making us whole
Every heartbeat’s louder it drowns out the doubt
We’re warriors now and there’s no backing out
Lift it higher (Yeah!)
we’re unshaken (Stronger!)
Feel the power (Oh!)
unbreakable awaken
No chains can hold us
(Free!) no fear to own us (Go!)
We’re the thunder
the lightning—explosive focus!
Winds howl louder but we’ve made our peace
Turning every fracture into fierce release
No looking backwards the tide’s turning fast
We’re the future rising leave behind the past
Run through the fire let it temper your soul
The heat doesn’t break us it’s making us whole
Every heartbeat’s louder it drowns out the doubt
We’re warriors now and there’s no backing out
Lift it higher (Yeah!)
we’re unshaken (Stronger!)
Feel the power (Oh!)
unbreakable awaken
No chains can hold us
(Free!) no fear to own us (Go!)
We’re the thunder
the lightning—explosive focus!
If the ground crumbles we’ll build it anew
With every tear fallen we’re breaking through
Unstoppable undeniable feel the rise
We’re the sparks igniting the infinite skies
Lift it higher (Yeah!)
we’re unshaken (Stronger!)
Feel the power (Oh!)
unbreakable awaken
No chains can hold us
(Free!) no fear to own us (Go!)
We’re the thunder
the lightning—explosive focus!
The lightning strikes the thunder calls
We’re the ones who’ll rise through it all
Unshaken now unbreakable still
We’re the force the fire the will
CREDITS
Performer: Arin Nova
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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On the Road Again
Sara Durian
Verified Artist
Sara Durian
Sara Durian is Germany’s undisputed disco queen, electrifying dance floors since the early 2000s with her glitter-drenched beats and futuristic soul. Born in Düsseldorf and raised on a steady diet of Kraftwerk, Donna Summer, and underground Berlin house parties, Sara blends retro grooves with neon-drenched modernity. Her signature sound? A cosmic fusion of French touch, Eurodisco, and synth-heavy pop—unmistakably hers, instantly addictive.
From smoky Berlin clubs to Tokyo fashion runways, Sara has turned every stage into a mirrorball-lit sanctuary. Her voice—sultry, robotic, divine—has been sampled by countless DJs but never duplicated. Whether she’s spinning vinyl or headlining queer festivals across Europe, Sara owns the night like a shimmering phantom of funk.
Still active and more radiant than ever, her legacy is not nostalgia—it’s now. With platinum blond curls and chrome stilettos, she struts through time with a wink and a bass drop.
Her mantra? “All drama, all disco.”
On the Road Again
Sara Durian
You had me sold with a whisper
Pulled me close
Said
"You're my best friend"
Now I'm standin' on the shoulder
Of the highway while you're leavin' again
Well
Baby
Don't worry about me
I got my boots and my keys
I got everything I need
And when my thumb gets me home
I'm gonna go out on my own
Gonna find my rainbow's end
And I'll be on the road again
You packed me up in the morning
After you picked me up in the night
And I know you didn't mean it
When you said you were my last ride
Well
Baby
Don't worry about me
I got my boots and my keys
I got everything I need
And when my thumb gets me home
I'm gonna go out on my own
Gonna find my rainbow's end
And I'll be on the road again
Well
When I get to heaven
I'm gonna know
'Cause it's gonna look like New Mexico
And
Baby
Don't worry about me
I got my boots and my keys
I got everything I need
And when my thumb gets me home
I'm gonna go out on my own
Gonna find my rainbow's end
And I'll be on the road again
Yeah
I'll be on the road again
Oh
Baby
I'll be on the road again
CREDITS
Performer: Sara Durian
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Follow The Signal
Luna Vey
Verified Artist
Luna Vey
Meet Luna Vey, the one-woman dance energy powerhouse hailing from the city that never sleeps, Las Vegas. Bathed in neon lights and pulsating beats, her music is a gamble that always pays out.
Crafted within the vibrant chaos of Sin City, Vey's tunes are the dazzling nightlife captured in melodic form. Drawing inspiration from the city’s hedonistic nightlife, her most infamous track, "Follow The Signal," can only be described as the love child between a suited blackjack dealer and Lady Luck herself - equal parts thrilling and enchanting.
It's dance music, no doubt, but with a hefty serving of Vegas flair. When Luna Vey rains down beats, her tracks aren’t just rhythm; they're high octane happiness that could lure the mopiest of souls onto the dance floor. So don't just stand there—get up, throw some confetti, and surrender to Luna’s glitzy, happy groove.
Get your glitter ready and your mirror balls spinning, because Luna Vey's dance anthems are about to turn your living room into the most exhilarating club scene this side of Vegas.
Follow The Signal
Luna Vey
I’ve got a feeling it’s pulling me near
A quiet whisper only I can hear
Through the static it’s breaking the haze
A guiding light in this endless maze
No map no compass I don’t need a plan
Just hold on tight we’ll make our stand
The road’s unwritten but I see the glow
The signal’s clear it’s time to go
Ooooo Aaaaaa can you feel it now?
The rhythm of my heart is calling out somehow
Ooooo Aaaaaa let the moment flow
No need for direction I’m the way you know
Step by step we’re chasing the fire
Every beat takes us higher and higher
Trust in the spark it’ll lead the way
To brighter nights and golden days
No stars no signs we’ll make our own
With every step we’re carving stone
Together we’ll rise no way to fall
The signal’s loud I hear it call
Ooooo Aaaaaa can you feel it now?
The rhythm of my heart is calling out somehow
Ooooo Aaaaaa let the moment flow
No need for direction I’m the way you know
Close your eyes feel the world spin slow
Where we’re headed only we will know
Through every twist through every turn
The fire inside let it burn
Ooooo Aaaaaa can you feel it now?
The rhythm of my heart is calling out somehow
Ooooo Aaaaaa let the moment flow
No need for direction I’m the way you know
Follow the signal follow me through
Amazing days are waiting for you
Ooooo Aaaaaa can you feel it rise?
The future is ours beneath the skies
CREDITS
Performer: Luna Vey
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Afterglow
Emberlight
Verified Artist
Emberlight
With a sound as vibrant and electric as the city skyline, Emberlight sparkles atop the New York music scene like a well-placed disco ball. This dazzling fem duo is crafting dance-centric eargasms in a city that never sleeps, and admirers say the afterbuzz is real.
Maybe it's the infectious charm of Jade and Sapphire, the synth-crafting mavens behind Emberlight - a happy byproduct of insomnia spent pumping out beats and laughing into the eternity of the early dawn. Or perhaps it's the uncanny ability to paint every corner of your brain with catchy hooks and foot-shaking rhythms, the kind that leaves you humming in the bathroom mirror, hours after the party ends.
"The secret?" Jade says, turning a knob on her mixer, before glancing up with twinkling eyes of mischief, "is pizza slices at 3am. New York's finest greased cardboard cuisine. That's where the magic happens." Sapphire rolls her eyes, fiddling with a tangled synth cable, "It's synesthesia," she corrects, "Our music tastes like a pepperoni pizza."
Their standout track "Afterglow" is proof enough - drenched in sunlight, the dance anthem bounces around your heart like a cute kick-ass kangaroo playing jump rope. It glistens and pops with precisely the kind of joy-sparking energy we need in these seriously grey times. Emberlight crafts electronic music that ignites the dancefloor, and keeps the embers burning long after last call. And isn't that a delicious nightcap to sip on?
Afterglow
Emberlight
Woke up to the sound of trains
Running fast through yesterday
No mirror could hold that face
So I drew one in the rain
Told myself the weight was gone
But it echoed every dawn
Now I’ve stitched a different skin
One that doesn’t let you in
Built from pieces I denied (wooh)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (yeah)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (ay-ay)
No reruns in my mind
You were static dressed as light
Cut the strings that moved my hands
Now I write with no demands
Flipped the script the ink still dries
But I own each fragile line
Don’t need saving don’t need signs
I’m the storm you left behind
Built from pieces I denied (uh)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (yeah)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (woo ay-ay)
[Rap Verse – Male Vocal]
You thought I'd stay in the loop
Blueprint faded now I reboot
No rewind I’m not your past
New codes written in contrast
Cut ties like a data breach
Your reach got no hold on me
Was a ghost in your design
Now I ride the faultline
Every word I bit my tongue for
Every knock I held the door for
Now I tally scars like trophies
Turned the weight into my glory
Told ‘em I don’t chase old maps
Built new routes through all collapse
My name don’t echo back through yours
I'm the upgrade I’m the force (yeah)
Built from pieces I denied (uh)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (yeah)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (woo ay-ay)
Oooh
I left it all in that room
Keys turned locked the gloom
[Final Chorus]
Built from pieces I denied (yeah-yeah)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (uh-huh)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (let it shine ay-ay wooh)
CREDITS
Performer: Emberlight
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Falling Faster
Lucas Hale
Verified Artist
Lucas Hale
Born and raised in Amsterdam, Lucas Hale is a rising singer-songwriter blending modern pop with cinematic, atmospheric sounds. His passion for music started early, but it wasn’t until he moved to Prague for university that he truly embraced his artistry. While studying digital media, Lucas spent nights crafting melodies in his dorm room and performing at underground venues across the city.
Aside from music, Lucas also works as a model, bringing his sharp features and effortless style to fashion campaigns across Europe. His debut single, Falling Faster, captures the electrifying rush of youthful adventure, blending deep beats with haunting melodies. With a voice that carries both power and emotion, Lucas Hale is an artist on the verge of something big.
Falling Faster
Lucas Hale
Midnight air hums with static desire
Footsteps dance on asphalt fire
Silent glances spark a chain
A gravity we can't explain
Running where the skyline fades
Hearts collide like crashing waves
Every second pulls us in
No return no where no when
Falling faster losing sight
Through the noise we burn alive
No illusions no escape
Just the thrill we recreate
Veins are charged like city wires
Fingertips trace maps of fire
No one else can feel this way
Lost in time but we won’t stay
Running where the skyline fades
Hearts collide like crashing waves
Every second pulls us in
No return no where no when
Falling faster losing sight
Through the noise we burn alive
No illusions no escape
Just the thrill we recreate
No rewind no slowing down
We are sparks in restless towns
One last breath one last dive
This is what it means to thrive
Silent echoes fading trails
Chasing something leaving tales
CREDITS
Performer: Lucas Hale
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Falling
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.
Falling
Sienna Marlowe
Don't know when it'll fall away
Lighting up just to light the way
Another town on an endless road
And if I go
I hope you will forgive me
Mama
I hope you found your peace
In the place of your taming
Baby
I hope you think of me
The lighter click and the bottle top
The colored sky is now charcoal fog
And somehow
I'm still a child
With the wildfire
I hope you will forgive me
Mama
I hope you found your peace
In the place of your taming
Baby
I hope you think of me
Against all odds
Still stand tall
Tripped and fell
I made a call
And I got back up
Though I'm seasick and half-forsaken
Got one good hand for the other breakin'
And at times
Too much
But
Baby
I'm fallin'
In your arms
I could feel my fate
But the swaying never goes away
And now the girl sits on goat hill
She's mine now still
CREDITS
Performer: Sienna Marlowe
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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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
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CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
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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Tell Me (ft Ali M)
Toni Royale
Verified Artist
Toni Royale
Toni Royale, aka "The Crown Jewel of Arkansas," is an artist who has gracefully stretched across genres, maintaining just enough mystery to keep us hooked. Born and bred in the land of deep-fried chicken and endless cornfields, her musical journey began beside the grand piano in her grandmother's parlor, a sanctuary of nostalgia and creativity that royally embarked her on the road to stardom. From plucking smoky blues licks on the guitar during high school to touring national stages with her iconic powerhouse vocals, her tale is as diverse as her robust discography.
Toni's signature blend of soulful blues, heart-wrenching ballads and toe-tapping pop tunes has made her an undeniable force in the music industry. She first captured our ears (and hearts) with the moving ballad, "Tell Me (ft Ali M)" – a track that fans and critics alike have deemed pure royal magic. The song climbed the charts with ease, testament to the undeniable magnetism of her voice, her talent and that sweet southern charm sprinkled all throughout her catalogue.
Like a musical chameleon, Toni Royale has an uncanny ability to adapt her sound and style to the times, fusing modern blues and cutting-edge pop with the rhythm and soul bred in her Arkansas roots. Her appeal extends beyond her extensive vocal prowess, firmly grounded in her eclectic personal style, her fierce dedication to her craft, and her adamant refusal to wear anything without a hint of sequin sparkle. One thing is certain about Toni Royale: she rules the stage with a mix of glitter and grit, reflecting the diverse flavors of her craft.
As we continue to track Toni's fascinating ascension in the music industry, one thing is crystal clear: the crown definitely fits. Whether leaving listeners awestruck with her deep, resonant voice, or entrancing audiences with her intense, sparkly onstage antics, the reign of Toni Royale is far from over. Long live the queen of Arkansas blues-pop!
Tell Me (ft Ali M)
Toni Royale
Uhh
Mmm
Mm-hmm
Mmm-mm mm-mm mm-mm (Mm-mm)
Mm-mm-mm-mm mm (Ayy)
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
And when the night comes
Baby
You won't be long (Mm-mm)
And when the morning come
Pssh
Ugh!
You're gone (You're gone aye)
W-w-when the dark clouds open
The lights will burn (Burn)
Tell me
Yah-yah
Yah-yah
What's goin' on? (Tell me yah-yah-yah-yah)
And you're hiding in the dark on a mountain
And you're slowin' down—uh—because you're busy
Busy
Wow-wow
And you swipe it
Swipe it
Down-up-up
Down-up-down
And you're so hot
Hotter than the Buenos Mama (Ah)
Mmm-mm mm-mm mm-mm (Mm-mm)
Mm-mm-mm-mm mm (Ayy)
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Yeah movin’ through the night got my mind on the run
Shadows in the rearview but I ain't the one
Swipe left swipe right I ain't playin’ no games
Every step that I take I be switchin’ the lanes
Got a call from the past but I let it decline
Ain’t no time for the fake I be chasin’ the shine
Skyline glowin’ yeah the city stay alive
When the dark clouds break man the stars gotta rise
Tell me yah-yah what's goin’ on?
Took a leap of faith now the fear is gone
Lights too bright but I play along
When the morning comes I’ll be movin’ on
When the night comes
Baby
You won't be long (Uh-)
When the morning come
Pssh
Ugh!
He's gone (He's gone he's gone)
W-w-when the dark clouds open
The lights will burn
Tell me
Yah-yah
Three
Four
What's goin' on? (Tell me yah-yah-yah-yah)
Tell me
Yah-yah
What's goin' on?
Tell me
Yah-yah
What's goin' on?
Tell me
Yah-yah
What's goin' on?
Tell me
Yah-yah
What's goin' on?
CREDITS
Performer: Toni Royale
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.