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Wired
The Heartbeaters
Verified Artist
The Heartbeaters
Meet the Heartbeaters, an endearingly nonchalant pair treading the pop-smeared pavements of our music scene. They add a sparkling new spin on that familiar pop fizz you just can't help but sip on.
Hailing from Humorsville, USA, the Heartbeaters are two blokes who serve pop tunes home-cooked with southern charm and laden with joy-generating particles. Their infectious melodies, cheekily described as "heart-pop", will likely enter your circulatory system and induce spontaneous toe-tapping, head-bopping, or whatever physical exercise tickles your fancy. Here's a personal favorite - try saying no to a track titled "Wired" without grinning like a Cheshire cat in a yarn warehouse. See? Impossible.
These chaps have a talent for injecting delight into your audio diet. They've got this 'happy virus' so potent that it makes the Grinch seem like your average party bouncer. The Heartbeaters, remember the name. They're the talented two-piece likely to prescribe you a daily dosage of dulcet euphoria and leave you craving for refills. Trust us, their sound is habit-forming.
Wittier than your average stand-up comedian, with tracks more contagious than your common cold, The Heartbeaters are two lads weaving infectious tunes thereby proving that not all heroes wear capes - some might just sport heart-shaped sunglasses and bass guitars.
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Wired
The Heartbeaters
City’s alive but it’s running on fumes
Dreams stitched together in rented rooms
Eyes on the prize but the cost is steep
Promises made that we’ll never keep
Hours turn to minutes they slip through our hands
We’re building a kingdom on shifting sands
Caught in the rhythm can’t break away
Tomorrow’s a stranger but we’re here today
We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past
Neon signs hum like a warning bell
Each broken dream another tale to tell
Feet keep moving though the road’s worn thin
Lost in a race we were born to win
Hours turn to minutes they slip through our hands
We’re building a kingdom on shifting sands
Caught in the rhythm can’t break away
Tomorrow’s a stranger but we’re here today
We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past
And maybe one day we’ll find the line
Where chaos turns into the divine
But for now we’re the sparks that fly
Burning too fast to question why
We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past
Fading echoes in the city’s hum
Chasing the pulse of what we’ll become
CREDITS
Performer: The Heartbeaters
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Contando los Minuto...
Ricky Daz
Verified Artist
Ricky Daz
Hailing from the sultry soundscape of Miami, Ricky Daz is the coastal city's keeper of infectious dance beats & lively tunes. With his most notable track "Contando los Minutos (feat Rome K)", Daz's feel-good grooves have placed him firmly on the indie dance radar.
Born and bred under the sweat-soaked dancehalls and neon nights of Miami, Ricky embodies the very essence of the city - hot, vibrant, and indulgent. His music isn't just made for glittering nights out, but also for cool mornings where last night's adrenaline still hums in your veins. The boy's got rhythm in his blood, and Miami's heart in his tracks.
With "Contando los Minutos", Ricky has combined relatable tale-telling with hard-hitting choreography, creating an irresistible dance floor pull. Using a radiant tonal palette, Daz evokes the pulsating rhythms of his city, blending soulful Latin beats with a punchy EDM undercurrent. Each beat hits like the Florida sun - vibrant and full of life.
Our man Daz isn't just an artist; he's a soundtrack to a city that never sleeps - always moving, always dancing, and forever happy. With every new release, he continues to develop a pulsating landscape of indulgent dance music, turning fleeting moments into timeless melodies. Ricky Daz, remember the name, because he's writing the rhythm of Miami, one beat at a time.
Contando los Minutos (feat Rome K)
Ricky Daz
(Rome K)
[Verso 1]
Te vi cruzar la pista (uh oh)
Y el tiempo se me fue sin prisa (oh yeah)
Tu sombra baila con mi risa
No sé tu nombre pero ya me hipnotiza
(Hey Rome!)
Cada paso que das es un reto
Tus caderas me lanzan un decreto
Esta noche no quiero secretos
Solo tú y yo sin pretextos
[Pre-Coro]
Estoy contando los minutos (uh oh)
Para verte mover tan bruto (oh oh yeah)
Dímelo ya sin susto
Que tú también lo sientes lo intuyo
[Coro]
Baila conmigo no esperes más
Tu cuerpo pide y yo quiero dar
El ritmo nos lleva sin preguntar
Contigo la noche va a explotar (boom boom)
Baila conmigo te quiero ya
Tus ojos dicen que esto va a estallar
(Yeah yeah… Hey Rome!)
[Puente – susurro + adlibs]
Y cuando llegue el momento (uh oh)
Quiero perderme en tu movimiento (slow slow)
No pares no pares — sigue el viento
Esta canción es nuestro argumento
[Verso 2]
Luces bajan tú subes el nivel
Lo tuyo es arte no lo ves
Eres el ritmo que yo soñé
(Oh yeah… Rome let’s go!)
Tus labios marcan el compás
Y yo no quiero mirar atrás
Si esto es un juego quiero más
Tú me enciendes como gas
[Coro – repeat]
Baila conmigo no esperes más
Tu cuerpo pide y yo quiero dar
El ritmo nos lleva sin preguntar
Contigo la noche va a explotar
Baila conmigo te quiero ya
Tus ojos dicen que esto va a estallar
(Oh yeah… Hey Rome! uh uh…)
CREDITS
Performer: Ricky Daz
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Best Night Ever
Leo Marlow
Verified Artist
Leo Marlow
Leo Marlow, an artist whose music seems to philosophize the dew on the grass with his songs, began his journey amid the high-stakes intensity of Brit-pop. Launching his career initially as the luminary of a Brit-pop boy band that didn't reach the stratospheric heights intended, he managed to transform his career path in the most unexpected way. Rising from the ashes of a failed group, he learnt to echo his own feelings while showcasing vulnerability, thus crafting a musical legacy that was wholly his own.
Based in the enchanting city of Manchester, Marlow has certainly found his unique sound, a harmonious blend of classic and contemporary. The artist serves as a sonic architect, masterfully constructing retro-futuristic synth landscapes that capture the essence of loneliness universally felt, yet seldom depicted so eloquently in music. The wistful melancholy of his music, tinged by synths, creates an environment as expansive as the cosmos yet as intimate as a whispered secret. His power to convey emotions and experiences with profound depth sets him sincerely apart.
One of Marlow's most notable musical creations is the ode "Best Night Ever". The track serves as an entrancing journey through Marlow's sombre narratives to the sound of shimmering synth-pop. Even whilst conjuring the myriad of emotions embedded in personal loss, "Best Night Ever" paradoxically stands as an alluring anthem for unforgettable nights and the ephemeral moments that make life so magical. It's an apt testament to Marlow's extraordinary ability to portray the human condition through his music, and certainly highlights why his magnificent sound continues to resonate with audiences far beyond Manchester's confines.
Best Night Ever
Leo Marlow
Three hours at a house party (Three)
I'm so over it (Ooh)
What we gonna do? (Uh)
We don't need this ****
Me and my ****** in the corner (Yeah)
Sippin' our liquor (Yeah)
What we gonna do? (Yeah)
Girl what we gonna do?
And she said
"Don't you worry girl I got a plan
We gonna get out of here girl and
Head to the beach we'll be there by ten
The boys are gonna meet us yeah they're bringin' their friends"
It's the best night ever
We're all together I won't forget
How we turned that *****
Into the best night ever
How could I ever? It's permanent
All because my friend said
[Post-Chorus]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Three days in Miami
The vibe was right (Ooh)
Damn we had fun (Ooh)
On a Wednesday night
Me and my bitches in a section (Yeah)
At the strip club (Yeah)
Boys throwin' up (Yeah)
It's a real good night
And she said
"Don't you worry girl I got a plan
We gonna get out of here girl and
Head to the beach we'll be there by ten
The boys are gonna meet us yeah they're bringin' their friends"
CREDITS
Performer: Leo Marlow
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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Tuesday Night Code
Fever Pilots
Verified Artist
Fever Pilots
Meet the Fever Pilots, a dynamic pop duo with a penchant for the unconventional, a self-styled outfit carving an adventurous path in the frenetic heart of the UK music scene. Their sound, a sonic cocktail soaked in audacious innovation and spice, attracts as much as it defies description.
Forged in the industrial heat and flames of Birmingham, these two troubadours took the raw materials of their working-class background and fashioned them into a sonic boom. They're a hard-edged, heavy beat force, punctuated with lighthearted lyrics echoing the humdrum of everyday life, yet imbuing it with a shimmering musical alchemy. Artists? Yes, but these guys are more like mad scientists toiling away in a pop lab, conjuring up infectious tunes.
Their track "Tuesday Night Code" deserves more than a footnote here. Imagine the most vivid dream you've ever had, now combine that with a chorus catchier than a fisherman's hook and you've got the gist of it. It's a song that fills every corner with a tumbling digital soundscape and hooks a plenty. Bottom line: Fever Pilots aren't just on auto-pilot, they're aiming for the stratosphere and we ought to be strapping in for the ride!
Tuesday Night Code
Fever Pilots
[Intro]
(Ooh)
Yeah yeah
Uh-huh
Look at that
Look at that
You said forever on a Tuesday night
By Thursday you were outta sight
Had your name all over my screen
Now it’s just a memory machine
Funny how the silence got loud
Funny how you’re nowhere around
Used to know the code to my heart
Now you couldn’t find where to start
I was waitin’ by the telephone
Every little buzz had me gone
Now I let it ring all night long
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Saw your picture through a friend’s friend’s post
Thought I’d feel somethin’ almost
But the room kept spinnin’ just fine
Guess the sun still knows how to shine
Every promise got a price tag now
Every “sorry” sounds the same somehow
You can send another late-night text
But I ain’t the one that’s next
I was waitin’ by the telephone
Every little buzz had me gone
Now I let it ring all night long
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Na-na-na
Look who’s lonely now
Na-na-na
Tryna figure it out
Ha!
That’s funny somehow
[Final Chorus]
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Yeah yeah
Too late now
(Ooh)
You can’t call me back… 🎵
CREDITS
Performer: Fever Pilots
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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My Soul Is Healed
Sandra Johanson
Verified Artist
Sandra Johanson
Brimming with techno energy and crispy beats, Sandra Johanson will make even the stiffest wallflower sway. She is not just your next-door DJ, but rather the queen of EDM who knows how to heal souls through rhythm.
With a backstory as intricate as her synth lines, Sandra hails from a tiny town in North Dakota, where cornfields outnumber dance clubs. Just when her life was about to be earmarked by an inevitable career in poultry farming, destiny gifted her an antique turntable. It's said that turkeys ran wild with delight in her mix of The Chicken Dance, and Sandra knew she had found her calling. Trading hens for headphones, she burst onto the underground scene with distinctive fresh sounds, uplifting energy, and a disquieting affinity for bird-themed track titles.
Over time, Sandra has built a loyal following with her spirited mixes. Her quintessential creation "My Soul Is Healed" masterfully marries muted basslines, playful rhythms, and ethereal vocals, delivering pure ecstasy to every dance floor it touches. A mash-up of disco, house and electronica elements, it sways, it soars, and it heals- just as the title promises.
Sandra Johanson is more than a name; she is your everyday superhero with a mixer, who graces the dance scene with joyous vibrance. Keeping it casual with a cap and oversized sweater, and a personality full of wit that shines brighter than any disco ball, Sandra highlights that happy beats don’t necessitate flashy clobbers and ostentatious attitudes. Just press play, let the groove take over, and feel your soul heal at the hands of this musical maestro.
My Soul Is Healed
Sandra Johanson
Lost within the aisles wandering astray
Enthralled by the shelves in a silent ballet
Each product beckons with a silent allure
In this retail haven I'm lost unsure
Aisle by aisle a world of wonder revealed
In the beauty of the shelves my soul is healed
Captivated by the offerings in every display
In this shopping symphony I dance and sway
Within the racks I find solace in each glance
In the simplicity of choice I take a chance
For amidst the chaos of the store's grand design
I discover serenity in every shelf's line
CREDITS
Performer: Sandra Johanson
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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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
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Beneath My Skin
Alex Mercer
Verified Artist
Alex Mercer
Alex Mercer isn't your run-of-the-mill, packaged, and primped pop star. He's that rare breed of true artist who moonlights as a philosopher in his spare time, equally quick to pick up an instrument as he is to spit-balling think pieces on existential woes. Born and bred in Ireland, Mercer’s music roots twist and twine through the romantic, rain-kissed streets of Dublin, soaking up influences from local legends like The Cranberries and U2. Imagine Bono and Dolores O'Riordan had a philosophical, multi-instrumentalist baby - that's our boy Alex for you.
Having been raised in a house where melodies danced intoxicated on Guinness, Mercer knows his way around an instrument or five. The man can coax sounds out of them that'll tear at your heartstrings and heal them in the same beat. His musical passion is only rivaled by his love for philosophy. One of his most famous songs "Beneath My Skin" is a perfect testament to this. It burrows deep into your psyche, tickles your existential dread, and leaves you in an introspective haze long after the last note fades. Mercer's music isn't just about foot-tapping tunes; it endeavors to pull out the guts of human experience, wrap it in a beautifully complex symphony and serve it back to you. Yummy, isn't it? We think so too.
Beneath My Skin
Alex Mercer
Glass towers hum in fading blue
Faint reflections split in two
Footsteps curve through liquid air
Tracing paths to nowhere
Weightless currents pull me near
Time dissolves yet stays so clear
Wires hum beneath my skin
Friction sparks we burn within
Rushing forward shedding past
Now’s the only thing that lasts
Torn-out pages words erased
Stories shift but won’t replace
Drifting through a silent storm
Shaping what was never formed
Weightless currents pull me near
Time dissolves yet stays so clear
Wires hum beneath my skin
Friction sparks we burn within
Rushing forward shedding past
Now’s the only thing that lasts
No rewind no fading lines
Only fire left to find
Wires hum beneath my skin
Friction sparks we burn within
Rushing forward shedding past
Now’s the only thing that lasts
CREDITS
Performer: Alex Mercer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Feel The Fire
Sofia Cruzado
Verified Artist
Sofia Cruzado
Sofia Cruzado is a captivating Latin pop artist whose powerful voice and magnetic stage presence draw listeners in from the very first note. With a style reminiscent of modern Latin icons, she blends infectious rhythms with heartfelt storytelling, creating songs that ignite both emotion and movement.
Her debut single, Feel The Fire, captures her fiery spirit and undeniable charisma. Available exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, the track marks the beginning of a promising career that’s set to light up the Latin music scene. Sofia Cruzado doesn’t just perform—she commands attention, leaving an unforgettable impression on everyone who hears her.
Feel The Fire
Sofia Cruzado
Oh-oh oh-oh (yeah)
Mmm fuego
Let’s go
Your eyes pull me to the floor
Like the waves I can’t ignore
Every step you own the night
Body talkin’ feelin’ right
Baila lento take your time
One more step you’re in my mind
Heat is risin’ can’t disguise
Every move a paradise
Closer closer — feel that beat
Your hands your hips my heart skips
Rhythm’s takin’ over me
Baby set my body free
When you move like that I feel the fire
Heart’s in sync we’re climbing higher
Tu cuerpo dice lo que callas
I can read your soul in silence
Turn around the crowd goes wild
Every smile a little wild
Sunset glow on your skin
Dance begins we never end
Baila conmigo don’t let go
Every beat I need to know
Your shadow melts into mine
We get lost in perfect time
Closer closer — feel that beat
Your hands your hips my heart skips
Rhythm’s takin’ over me
Baby set my body free
When you move like that I feel the fire
Heart’s in sync we’re climbing higher
Tu cuerpo dice lo que callas
I can read your soul in silence
You say “come here” — I’m already gone
One step closer the night’s too long
You spin me ‘round — I lose control
Baila baila — let it flow
Oh-oh fuego fuego
Oh-oh fuego fuego
Move it move it
Lose it lose it
When you move like that I feel the fire (fuego)
Heart’s in sync we’re climbing higher (más alto)
Tu cuerpo dice lo que callas
I can read your soul in silence
Yeah oh-oh-oh
Mmm fuego…
CREDITS
Performer: Sofia Cruzado
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Plastic Crown
Dara Montel
Verified Artist
Dara Montel
Emerging from the gritty depths of Detroit’s dance scene, brimming with talent and charisma, Dara Montel is the nervy answer to the city's hardcore techno thirst. Known best for her dance-devoted, melancholic twister "Plastic Crown," Dara's name has spun in the underground circles like a rogue vinyl tossed into a cyberspace jukebox.
Our Motor City minx entered the scene somewhat cagily, her piercing blue eyes full of stories almost as deep as the bass lines she commands. She distils raw emotions into dance-ready soundscapes, affirming that tears are permitted even on the most electrified dance floors. Like the mysterious femme fatale prowling through the ruins of a John Carpenter flick, Montel's music envelops you in its brooding embrace.
Dara's playful wit is just as intoxicating as her infectious grooves. With a knack for turning pain into art, she continues to defy Detroit's icy weather, radiating heat one tear-stained synth at a time. Her “Plastic Crown,” fittingly, feels neither plastic nor regal—it's pure, cathartic Dara Montel. You’d better get on this vibe train, 'cos it ain't stopping anytime soon.
The Dara Montel revolution won't be televised, it'll be danced. So go on, put on that Plastic Crown, let the sadness seep into your soul and boogie like it’s the end of the world. Detroit’s dark dance queen reigns supreme.
Plastic Crown
Dara Montel
You walk in slow
Like you own the room
Cheap little grin
With a silver spoon
Say my name twice
Like it makes you tall
I don’t look up
I just let you fall
You talk too loud
For a little spark
I count your lies
Like cards in the dark
I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene
You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
[Vocal Tremolo Effect]
Bow back down
Don’t call me sweet
I’m a bad excuse
For the kind of girl
That would wait on you
Got red shoes on
And a bored little face
I don’t run fast
I just change the race
You talk too much
For a silent room
I cut the fuse
Then I blame the moon
I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene
You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
[Vocal Tremolo Effect]
Bow back down
Ha
Look at you
Trying hard
That’s adorable
Ha
Move along
You were never
That important
[Final Chorus]
I don’t bite
I just smile real mean
Keep my hands clean
On the crime scene
You act tough
But you bow back down
I look cute
With a plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Plastic crown
Yeah yeah
Bow back down
Tiny king
Tiny throne
Tiny crown
All alone
CREDITS
Performer: Dara Montel
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.