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When The Sky Turns ...
Elena Rivelle

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Elena Rivelle
Born in Florence, Italy, and raised in the cultural melting pot of Berlin, Elena Rivelle is an artist who effortlessly blends European sophistication with a universal emotional depth. With a voice that’s as haunting as it is powerful, Elena’s music fuses atmospheric pop with cinematic storytelling, creating an ethereal yet relatable sound.

Elena’s journey into music began with a childhood steeped in art and literature. Growing up in a family of writers and visual artists, she found her own form of expression through singing and songwriting. Her unique perspective is shaped by her love of poetry and her fascination with human connection, themes that run deep in her lyrics.

Her breakout single, "When The Sky Turns Grey," released through a collaboration with indie powerhouse Filodyo Records, showcases her ability to capture raw, unfiltered emotion. The track combines delicate melodies with Elena’s striking vocal range, drawing comparisons to artists like Aurora and Florence Welch. Critics have praised the song as a "masterpiece of atmospheric pop" and a "stunning debut that demands attention."

Known for her electrifying live performances, Elena’s shows are immersive experiences where visuals, lighting, and soundscapes merge into one. She has already captivated audiences at festivals across Europe and is set to embark on her first international tour following the release of her upcoming debut album.

With her mesmerizing voice, poetic lyricism, and magnetic stage presence, Elena Rivelle is poised to become one of the most exciting voices in contemporary music.
Track(s)
When The Sky Turns Grey 2891 03:14

When The Sky Turns Grey

Elena Rivelle


Shadows stretch across the concrete plains
A symphony of strangers bound by threads and chains
Fingers tapping stories on a glass-lit screen
We’re caught between the moments and the in-between

The city's breathing it's alive in the haze
We’re just satellites circling the maze
Trading time for something we can’t name
It’s a fleeting game it’s a fleeting game

Tell me where do we go when the sky turns grey?
Will we burn through the night or fade away?
Carrying the weight of the words unsaid
Running from the echoes that fill our heads

Fading billboards tell of dreams misplaced
Lost among the towers in the hollowed space
Faces flash like ghosts through revolving doors
We’re chasing what was ours but it’s not ours anymore

The city's breathing it's alive in the haze
We’re just satellites circling the maze
Trading time for something we can’t name
It’s a fleeting game it’s a fleeting game

Tell me where do we go when the sky turns grey?
Will we burn through the night or fade away?
Carrying the weight of the words unsaid
Running from the echoes that fill our heads

Are we the dreamers or are we the dream?
Lost in the in-between
Are we the seekers or are we unseen?
Caught in the in-between

Time slips like water through my open hands
Leaving trails of meaning in the shifting sands
What if all we’re chasing is the here and now?
Can we stop the spiral? Do we even know how?

Tell me where do we go when the sky turns grey?
Will we burn through the night or fade away?
Carrying the weight of the words unsaid
Running from the echoes that fill our heads

Shadows stretch across the concrete plains
Bound by threads and chains still calling our names

CREDITS
Performer: Elena Rivelle
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Afterglow
Emberlight

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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?
Track(s)
Afterglow 76312 03:14

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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When You Hold Me
Theo Kingsley

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Theo Kingsley
**Theo Kingsley** is a spirited, independent artist hailing from the colorfully eclectic streets of Manhattan. Known for his vibrant soundscapes and captivating lyrical prowess, Kingsley stands as a fresh beacon of musical innovation in the often repetitive sound waves of the modern music industry.

Kingsley's journey into the pulsating heart of music began at a tender age when he traded the traditional toys of childhood for a small, hand-me-down guitar. His fingers found their voice on that six-string stage, and soon, Kingsley, much like his favorite pair of black, worn-out jeans, fit comfortably and inextricably into the music world. His knack for crafting heart-stirring melodies and witty bars eventually culminated in his most well-recognized piece yet, "Gentle Whisper", a deeply evocative track that tackles complexity concealed in simplicity.

Over the years, Kingsley continually defies the boundaries of genre by fusing alternative rock, pop, and velvety hints of blues into his sonic concoctions. His music, much like the delicious bagel at a corner bodega, offers something for every taste. A regular performer at local Manhattan venues, Kingsley utilizes the intimate settings as a canvas to refine his musical flair and keep his connection with his audience personal. He may not be a superstar (yet), but to underestimate Theo Kingsley would be like dismissing a New York slice - a regrettably big mistake.
Track(s)
Gentle Whisper 3274 03:12
When You Hold Me 3816 03:02

When You Hold Me

Theo Kingsley


When you hold me
It's paradise (paradise)
I feel so free (la-la-la)
Body moves slow to the melody

Mhm-mm
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
And everything stops
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mm

Every time when you hold me
(It's the place where I go)
Every time when you hold me
(Every time it's the place where I go)
Every time when you hold me
(It's the place where I go)
When you hold me
Ooh

The sun shines bright
I can see it in your eyes
But I just can't burn daylight
'Cause the thought of you gets me so high
A perfect combination
I'm locked in my flirtation
Don't need a grand occasion
Just meet me in the sunlight
Baby

When you hold me
It's paradise
I feel so free
La-la-la-la-la-la
When you hold me
It feels like paradise

CREDITS
Performer: Theo Kingsley
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Static on the Line
Ryder James

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Ryder James
Ryder James is a rising pop-soul artist whose warm vocals and timeless style bridge the gap between classic soul storytelling and modern pop production. With a voice that carries both grit and grace, he creates songs that feel instantly familiar yet refreshingly new.

His debut single, Static on the Line, is a captivating blend of heartfelt lyricism and smooth, groove-driven instrumentation. Produced by Filodyo and released exclusively on NOT FM, the track showcases Ryder’s ability to turn everyday moments into powerful musical narratives.

Raised on a steady diet of soul legends and contemporary pop innovators, Ryder brings authenticity and emotional depth to every performance. Static on the Line is more than just a song—it’s an introduction to an artist who is here to connect, move, and inspire listeners worldwide.
Track(s)
Static on the Line 148788 03:46

Static on the Line

Ryder James


Mmm… yeah
Turn it up

Found your note between the bills folded twice
Three crooked letters never said it nice
Kitchen radio is drifting off-time
Wrong station playing but it suits the night

I dial your number — hear a click then air
Flashing digits on the stove just stare
Every heartbeat in my chest misaligns
Still I’m listening for a sign

There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line

City bus sighs at a midnight stop
Paperback angel at a corner shop
Borrowed coat hangs wide on my frame
Pockets full of change and a half-drawn name

Counting rail ties stepping over goodbyes
Copper on my tongue from unspoken replies
I hold my breath as if it might realign
What keeps crossing in my mind

There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line

Maybe I’m a bent antenna in a storm I knew
Turn me just a single degree — I point back to you
If the signal fades and the bars go blind
Call me by the name you underlined

Line… line… static on the line
(Keep talking)
Line… line… static on the line

There’s static on the line but I still hear you fine
In broken little sparks we talk like power lines
If silence is a sign then prove me wrong tonight
Tune me in or cut me loose — there’s static on the line

Mmm… tune me in
Static on the line

CREDITS
Performer: Ryder James
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Run Gone Call Still
Nate Kessler

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Nate Kessler
Nate Kessler was born in 2003 in Billings, Montana, a place where the highways stretch for miles and the nights feel too quiet. He grew up in a rundown house on the edge of town, where his father worked as a mechanic and his mother sang old folk songs at a roadside bar. Music was always around—not in studios or lessons, but in the hum of car engines, the crackle of old radio stations, and the late-night melodies his mother would hum when she thought no one was listening.

As a kid, Nate spent hours in his father’s garage, picking up discarded metal and turning them into makeshift instruments, fascinated by the way sound traveled through objects. He taught himself to play guitar on a beat-up acoustic he found at a flea market, learning songs by ear and scribbling lyrics in a tattered notebook.

By the time he was 16, he was playing small gigs at diners and bars, earning just enough for gas money and late-night coffee. At 18, he packed his life into a backpack and left Montana, hitchhiking from state to state, crashing on strangers' couches, and performing anywhere that would let him. Cities blurred together—Seattle, Portland, Denver—until he found himself in a tiny basement studio in Chicago, recording a song with borrowed time and borrowed gear.

That song, Run Gone Call Stil, wasn’t perfect—it was rough, restless, and raw. But it caught fire. People connected to its unpolished honesty, its sense of movement with no clear destination. Now, Nate’s music carries that same energy—a mix of wanderlust, late-night reflections, and the quiet weight of leaving things behind. He’s not chasing fame. He’s chasing the next song, the next road, the next moment that feels real.
Track(s)
Run Gone Call Still 3539 03:29

Run Gone Call Still

Nate Kessler


Clock blinks—red light low glow
Hands shake—cold air don’t know
Steps loud—empty street bends
Phone rings—breathe in no send

Wait—too long night turns grey
Still—no sound lost my way

Run—feet numb sky don’t care (yeah)
Gone—no map just thin air (whoa)
Call—no name no one there
Still—keep on nowhere (oh-oh yeah)

Glass cracks—rain hits won’t stay
Doors close—fast moves one way
Head down—loud thoughts won’t end
Heart skips—wrong turn not then

Why stop?—no time no place
Keep on—no past no trace

CREDITS
Performer: Nate Kessler
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Love and Hate
Dylan West

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Dylan West
Meet Dylan West, a pop maestro who understands the beauty of contrasting emotions, hailing from the city of Westwood, California. His punchy pop beats can turn any retail shop into a spontaneous dance floor.

Primarily a photographer by day and crooner by night, Dylan captures life's dizzying spectrum, both through his lens and his soothing melodies. Enter "Love and Hate", one of his standout tracks. A tune as contradictory as its title, it dances on the tightrope of joy and heartbreak, proving that happiness can emerge out of chaos - much like a successfully planned family photo at a rowdy wedding.

Dylan's journey saw a fruitful twist when he signed up with Filodyo, a company known for producing refreshing store music. There, Dylan found the perfect fit, an idyllic backdrop to his boundless melodies that even the grumpiest of retail staff find their feet inadvertently shuffling to.

You might have guessed it; Dylan West is not your typical pop artist. Always ready with a camera and a heart full of beats, he captures the world in raw, vibrant colors, and turns it into feel-good pop music. If you're ever in Westwood, listen closely, because your morning latte might come with a side of Dylan West's enthralling tunes.
Track(s)
Love and Hate 2291 02:33

Love and Hate

Dylan West


It's a thin line
Between love and hate
Between the real and the fake
There ain't no switchin' sides
You know there ain't no in-between
With love and hate

The things I love
The things I hate
They can just irritate me until they motivate me
Hit the road and take me
Lift me up and elevate me
And curve some paths to navigate me to gold
The pears grow from the seed and the tree and the roots and the soul
You know the thicker the skin
The less mindful the fangs that unfold

Thin line grows thicker
Hearts don't make good mirrors
Seein' clearer
Know when it's love and hate
We gotta relocate away
Ain't no fakin'

The things I hate
The things I love
They can just lift me high as the clouds above me
Ain't a flaw in a dove's wings
Just needs a little bit of coseting
A dose of humanity
Or so I'm told
You see
The Hunger Games ain't never yet got old

Thin lines grows thicker and thicker
It's all them thick-thick girls
That's been my soldiers
And we patrolin'
You know it's love
It ain't hate

Thin line grows thicker
Hearts don't make good mirrors
Seein' clearer
Know when it's love and hate
We gotta relocate away
Ain't no fakin'
Thin line grows thicker
Hearts don't make good mirrors
Seein' clearer
Know when it's love and hate
We gotta relocate away
Ain't no fakin'

CREDITS
Performer: Dylan West
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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Cooler Than My Tears
Miles Rennick

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Miles Rennick
Miles Rennick is an electro-pop singer and songwriter whose music blends playful irony with slick, club-ready production. With a cheeky, half-sung and half-spoken vocal style, he brings a unique personality to the modern indie-pop scene.

His debut track “Cooler Than My Tears” captures this spirit perfectly — a quirky yet infectious anthem built on groovy basslines, crisp synth riffs, and a sarcastic lyrical edge. Both tongue-in-cheek and danceable, the track reflects Rennick’s ability to turn irony into a hook.

Dedicated to staying independent and unconventional, Miles Rennick has chosen to release his music exclusively through Filodyo and NOT FM, highlighting his close collaboration with platforms that value originality and artistic freedom.
Track(s)
Cooler Than My Tears 117459 03:15

Cooler Than My Tears

Miles Rennick


(ha!)
The lock is broken doors swing wide
No more shadows I need to hide

Your perfume fades on an empty shelf
I found a mirror I found myself
Every promise was a borrowed flame
Now I walk and forget your name (uhh)

Chains fall silent on the floor
Wings I never used before
Every breath tastes sharp and new
Every step pulls me through (yeah ha!)

I’m alive I’m alive (woo!)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ha!)
Your love was a painted game
Now the echoes fade from me (na-na)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (uhh)

Empty glass on the wooden rail
Stories sink but my ship will sail
Every memory’s a paper boat
Drifting far till it can’t float (yeah)

Chains fall silent on the floor
Wings I never used before
Every breath tastes sharp and new
Every step pulls me through (woo!)

I’m alive I’m alive (say it loud)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ohhh)
Your love was a painted game
Now the silence sings with me (yeah yeah)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (hah!)

You thought I’d break…
But I’m stronger than the storm
I’m running past the past
And it will never find me again (mmm)

I’m alive I’m alive (uhh woo!)
Burning like the morning rise
Can’t hold me I’m untamed (ha!)
Your love was a painted game
Now the silence sings with me (na-na-na)
Every step is victory
I’m alive I’m alive
Cooler than the tears I cried (yeah yeah yeah)

(ha!)
Cooler than the tears I cried…
Cooler than the tears I cried

CREDITS
Performer: Miles Rennick
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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Fica no Quase
Rosa Medina

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Rosa Medina
Rosa Medina was born in 2001 in Porto, Portugal, to a family that carried both Iberian and Brazilian heritage. Her father, a fisherman from Aveiro, filled the house with fado records, while her Brazilian mother played MPB classics and samba on lazy Sunday mornings. Rosa grew up between two shores of the Portuguese-speaking world — absorbing the saudade of Amália Rodrigues and the sunny, syncopated joy of Gal Costa in equal measure.

At fourteen, she began performing small sets in riverside cafés, her voice effortlessly gliding between soft whispers and soaring notes. The intimacy of fado was her foundation, but Rosa was restless — she wanted her songs to dance. By blending Portuguese folk melodies with bossa nova chords, urban beats, and lush pop arrangements, she began to shape a style that felt both nostalgic and forward-looking.

In 2025, Rosa released her debut single "Fica no Quase" in collaboration with Filodyo, the independent music producer known for shaping fresh, original sounds for global audiences. The track — a bittersweet, mid-tempo anthem about love suspended in uncertainty — gained instant traction on streaming platforms. Its hypnotic chorus, sung entirely in Portuguese, became a signature moment in her live performances.

Today, Rosa Medina is part of a new generation redefining Lusophone pop, performing sold-out shows from Lisbon to São Paulo. Despite her growing fame, she keeps her songwriting process deeply personal — scribbling lyrics on napkins in Lisbon cafés, recording demos on her phone while walking along the Douro River. For Rosa, every performance is a bridge connecting continents, carrying the language and emotion of Portuguese music to the world stage.
Track(s)
Fica no Quase 104117 02:31

Fica no Quase

Rosa Medina


Você fala devagar
Como quem quer ir embora
Mas deixa a porta entreaberta
E o perfume na demora

Se fosse pra ser já era
Mas ainda tem coisa no olhar

Fica no quase no meio
Nem céu nem chão inteiro
Fica no toque que não vem
Na saudade que não tem nome também

O silêncio entre a gente
É mais forte que um não
Você sorri com os lábios
Mas seus olhos dizem não

E eu finjo que entendo
Mas espero você ficar

Fica no quase no canto
Sem promessa sem pranto
Fica no gesto que não se dá
No abraço que não quer se fechar

Se um dia for tudo ou nada
Talvez eu escolha o nada
Mas até lá…

Fica no quase no meio
No tempo que é só receio
Fica no quase comigo
Mesmo que seja só perigo

CREDITS
Performer: Rosa Medina
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

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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.
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Riddim of Peace
Dreadlock Boys

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Dreadlock Boys
Scoot over, Marley, there’s a new reggae sheriff in town. Straight from the sunny sidewalks of Kingston, Jamaica, the Dreadlock Boys are laying down fresh beats in the reggae scene.

This pair of plaited prodigies isn't your grandma's reggae. Combining traditional roots rhythms with just a hint of ska spice and a not-so-subtle sprinkle of dancehall energy, these boys aren't just playing by the book – they’re writing their own. And don't let that laid-back island vibe fool you; these guys are as serious about making you laugh as they are about perfecting the offbeat.

Their standout single "Riddim of Peace" might just be the happiest jam this side of Montego Bay. With its earworm melody and bouncy bassline, it’s as infectious as a belly laugh in a silent library. It's the kind of track that leaves the grumpiest of gurners grinning like a Cheshire cat at an all-you-can-eat fish buffet.

So come, sit, and sway to the soothing sounds of the Dreadlock Boys. They'll be your pint-sized purveyors of peace, your lyrical lifesavers when the going gets tough. After all, joy does come in the morning and the Dreadlock Boys are here to serve it up with a side of reggae, none of those nasty grimaces, thank you very much.
Track(s)
Riddim of Peace 153614 02:50

Riddim of Peace

Dreadlock Boys



Yah man mi wake up wid di sun pon mi face
One cup a tea an’ a likkle embrace
No rush no run we tek tings slow
Peace inna di heart mek di good vibes flow

Call up di crew from down di lane
Laugh and chat no room fi pain
Every likkle yout’ every likkle gyal
We jam together like one big pal

Dance fi di love move fi di light
Raise up ya hand if ya feelin’ right
No need fi gun we a blaze di tune
Singin’ fi peace under di mango moon

Bredda sistren bring ya soul
One riddim mek di broken whole
Shake off di stress fling ‘way di fear
Jah voice a whisperin’ inna we ear

Skank pon di corner joy in di beat
Barefoot jammin’ in di midday heat
Tell Babylon: we nah go low
We buildin’ love like a riverside flow

[Outro - Spoken Word Style]
So light up di hope let it blaze like fire
One world one song one higher desire
Peace nuh just a dream it a ting we live
With every dance step we learn fi forgive

CREDITS
Performer: Dreadlock Boys
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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Nadia Petrova

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Nadia Petrova
Sit back, close your eyes, and let Nadia Petrova's dancy beats stir your soul. Heralding from the land of vodka and chilly winters, this indie dance titan is brewing storms with her ethereal vibes and boogie-powered anthems.

Gymnast by day and club sensation by night, Nadia's life is as rhythmic as her pulsating dance tracks. Originally intending to represent her motherland in a sporting event, the rhythmic allure of the synthesizer provided a detour, and she hasn't looked back since. A sucker for routine, she realized that there is intrinsic beauty in repetition—thus was born the mega-hit "There is Power in Routine."

Her music is a paradox, as comforting as the predictable tick-tock of a clock, and as thrilling as a train ride through strobe-lit tunnels. Nadia brings cheer disco-jumping out of her turntable, crafting happy dance tunes that are as infectious as the common cold.

Nadia Petrova is certainly not your average Russian spy. Injecting the world of dance music with a hearty dose of happiness, her infectious and playful beats revive the spirit of an ancient Russian proverb: "Who does not jump, is not Russian." Dance on, comrades!
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There is Power in Routine 3840 02:37

There is Power in Routine

Nadia Petrova


Life is only fun with a plan
Like a working woman the way I'm back again
With every morning goin' to a tango
Hella cute in my heels and I glide it solo

There is power in routine
Strong woman in the street
Sets me free
Liberty
There is power in routine

Our getaway is tailored up tight
You beg for an escape and there's no thought behind those eyes
Go again and again and again 'cause I like
Ooh I like

There is power in routine
Strong woman in the street
Sets me free
Liberty
There is power in routine

Mmh
Ooh
Mmh
Ooh

There is power in routine
Strong woman in the street
Sets me free
Liberty
There is power in routine

CREDITS
Performer: Nadia Petrova
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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