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Runway Queen
4 Example
Verified Artist
4 Example
4 Example is a fresh, energetic boy band from California, made up of four young Americans who all share a deep love for the sounds of the 90s. The group’s origin story is as unexpected as it is fun. It all began at a retro-themed 90s party in Los Angeles, where they bonded over their shared admiration for the era’s iconic music. They hit it off immediately, especially when they discovered that all of them were huge Justin Timberlake fans. What started as a karaoke session of *NSYNC classics that night quickly turned into something bigger—a full-fledged boy band, united by their passion for 90s pop.
The group consists of Tyler “T.J.” James, the smooth-talking frontman with a voice that channels Timberlake’s falsettos, Zach "Z" Cooper, the charismatic dancer who brings high-energy choreography to their performances, Jordan West, the laid-back but soulful singer whose harmonies tie everything together, and Ethan Lee, the quiet but musically gifted producer who crafts their catchy beats.
Each member brings their own flair to the group, but together, they create a nostalgic yet modern sound that brings the best of the 90s into the present day.
4 Example quickly gained attention performing at local clubs, 90s tribute nights, and even on TikTok, where their covers of *NSYNC and Backstreet Boys hits blew up. But they didn’t stop there—soon they were writing original music, blending classic boy band vibes with fresh pop beats.
With their talent, charm, and love for the golden era of boy bands, 4 Example is proving that the magic of the 90s still lives on today.
Runway Queen
4 Example
Runway Queen
This Girl?
Oh-ooh-oh
She looked too good
To be doin' this to herself
Runway Queen
Girl that could get it herself
Lady
Who you think helpin' you sell them magazines
Girl?
You got a face that evеn sells that new Maybelline
Girl
And I got it bad
I know that's not a rеal bag
Ain't no way the girl in Hermes with a stealin' tag
If you ever wanna pack
Just let me know
You look too good to be on the covers bein' sold
Runway Queen (Oh yeah strike a pose!)
Runway Queen (Front page centerfold!)
Runway Queen(Ooh you know you run the world!)
Oh-ooh-oh (Let’s go let’s go!)
They crop your smile
But they can't frame who you are
Runway Queen
Caught in the flash like a falling star
Baby
They print your name but they don’t know where you’ve been
Girl
Pages keep turnin’ but you’re stuck in the scene
Girl
And I see the truth
Behind the airbrushed hue
Bet they never show the nights you cried in hotel rooms
If you ever wanna run
Just let me know
You look too good to be a story they control
Runway Queen (Oh yeah strike a pose!)
Runway Queen (Front page centerfold!)
Runway Queen(Ooh you know you run the world!)
Oh-ooh-oh (Let’s go let’s go!)
(La-la-la-la-la)
Get me Runway Queen
Runway Queen
Runway Queen
Oh-ooh-oh
(La-la-la-la-la)
Get me Runway Queen
Runway Queen
Runway Queen
Oh-ooh-oh
(La-la-la-la-la)
She out there workin' in the streets on Hollywood
Givin' a dirty girl free what you couldn't for a bun
Runway Queen (Oh yeah strike a pose!)
Runway Queen (Front page centerfold!)
Runway Queen(Ooh you know you run the world!)
Oh-ooh-oh (Let’s go let’s go!)
CREDITS
Performer: 4 Example
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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When You Hold Me
Theo Kingsley
Verified Artist
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.
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
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Pages in the Groove
Ted Craft
Verified Artist
Ted Craft
Born in 1992 in Austin, Texas, Ted Craft grew up surrounded by a melting pot of musical influences — from the blues and country his father played on vinyl to the funk and disco his mother kept on repeat in the kitchen. By the age of 10, he was playing guitar and piano, and by 14 he was already performing at local open-mic nights. His natural stage charisma and ear for infectious melodies quickly set him apart from his peers.
After high school, Ted earned a scholarship to the prestigious Berklee College of Music in Boston, where he majored in Contemporary Writing and Production. During his time there, he immersed himself in pop and funk theory, honing his skills in arrangement, songwriting, and live performance. Berklee also gave him the opportunity to collaborate with musicians from all over the world, helping shape the eclectic yet polished sound he’s known for today.
Post-graduation, Ted moved to Los Angeles and began crafting his signature blend of sleek pop hooks, groovy basslines, and bright funk guitar riffs. His debut EP quickly caught the attention of both critics and streaming audiences, with its feel-good energy and polished musicianship.
On stage, Ted Craft is a showman through and through — dynamic, playful, and completely in command of his audience. Whether fronting a full band or delivering an intimate acoustic set, he brings the same infectious energy and precision that has made him one of the most exciting new names in the pop-funk scene.
Pages in the Groove
Ted Craft
I’ve walked into rooms where no one knew my name
Just a stranger with a pocket full of games
Every beat another chapter I could tell
Every move another spell I had to sell
Lights spin I’m reading the crowd
Hear my story as the bass gets loud
Oh-oh I’m not here to hide
I’m just letting my pages slide
These are the pages in the groove I’ve made
Pages in the groove yeah they never fade
Every step every night it’s a story played
Oh-oh that’s the life I’ve laid
There’s a bar in Berlin a floor in Madrid
Faces change but the rhythm never did
Bought a round for the table told a joke or two
They don’t know the truth but I gave them the view
Lights spin I’m reading the crowd
Hear my story as the bass gets loud
Oh-oh I’m not here to hide
I’m just letting my pages slide
These are the pages in the groove I’ve made
Pages in the groove yeah they never fade
Every step every night it’s a story played
Oh-oh that’s the life I’ve laid
If you read between the beats you’ll know my name
Every chorus is a frame in a bigger game
We all write on the floor tonight
And I’m just signing mine in the neon light [vocal run ad-lib]
These are the pages in the groove I’ve made
Pages in the groove yeah they never fade
Every step every night it’s a story played
Oh-oh that’s the life I’ve laid
Pages in the groove…
…and the night goes on
CREDITS
Performer: Ted Craft
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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We Go Higher (ft Ka...
Mark Martian
Verified Artist
Mark Martian
Mark Martian is one of the most elusive figures in the music world, and his mysterious persona has left many fans wondering—could he really be from Mars?
Known for using the alias Martian Mark during his collaborations, this enigmatic producer has somehow managed to evade the spotlight completely. No interviews, no photos, no videos—Mark is practically a ghost. Some say it’s part of his brand, while others speculate wildly. Who knows?
Maybe while Elon Musk dreams of building colonies on Mars, Mark’s already here, quietly making beats after hitching a ride from the Red Planet’s first neighborhood.
Despite the secrecy surrounding him, one thing’s clear: Mark’s music speaks volumes. His deep house tracks pulse with interstellar vibes, his pop productions are out-of-this-world catchy, and his funk grooves are, well, otherworldly.
Whether he’s blending cosmic synths with soulful beats or dropping funk-infused rhythms, his style keeps listeners hooked and guessing. You can hear his work across platforms, but his music truly shines on Filodyo, where you might catch the next great Martian anthem—if he doesn’t beam it up first.
We Go Higher (ft Karen)
Mark Martian
Step in lights feelin' my mind
Drifting closer colors align
Pulse in sync hearts on the rise
Breaking free lost in your eyes
Let it drop don’t let it stop now
Every touch liftin' me somehow
Movin' slow glowin' bright
Fallin’ deep into the night
We go higher higher
Burning like a fire
Future now leave the past
We let go future bass
We go louder louder
Feel it like no other
No control just embrace
We let go future bass
Sounds fade rhythm flows
Skin to skin nobody knows
Blurred lines neon signs
Chasing moments lost in time
Turn it up don't slow it down now
Feel the rush we're alive somehow
Hold me close neon skies
Take me where forever lies
We go higher higher
Burning like a fire
Future now leave the past
We let go future bass
We go louder louder
Feel it like no other
No control just embrace
We let go future bass
CREDITS
Performer: Mark Martian
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Rush
Zayne Archer
Verified Artist
Zayne Archer
Zayne Archer is a boundary-pushing alternative pop artist known for his electrifying soundscapes and cinematic storytelling. Blending pulsing synths, raw vocals, and immersive production, he crafts songs that feel like adrenaline-fueled journeys through neon-lit nights.
Born in a city that never sleeps, Zayne grew up surrounded by the hum of technology and the restless energy of the streets. His music reflects that tension—between chaos and control, between the past and the unknown future. With "Rush," his latest single, he captures the thrill of breaking free, a sonic dive into the moment where hesitation vanishes and the only way is forward.
Unapologetic, relentless, and charged with emotion, Zayne Archer is more than just a musician—he’s a force in motion.
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Rush
Zayne Archer
You ever feel like… everything’s just waiting to break?
Like the air is charged the ground is humming?
No map No guide Just the rush—
Frequencies twist through the air
Signals lost but we don’t care
Glass reflections shift and break
Every risk is ours to take
Wires hum beneath our skin
Circuits glow pull us in
No escape no rewind
(Oh-oh-oh)
Rush collide feel the spark
Running fast through the dark
No more doubts no more chains
We are fire in the rain—hey! (whoa-oh!)
Moving faster pulse in sync
Gravity’s a faded link
Rules dissolve like vapor trails
Every step rewrites the tale
Wires hum beneath our skin
Circuits glow pull us in
No escape no rewind
(Oh-oh-oh)
Rush collide feel the spark
Running fast through the dark
No more doubts no more chains
We are fire in the rain—hey! (whoa-oh!)
No echoes left to guide us home
We build the path we walk alone
No end in sight no need to know
Just let go—(oh-oh-oh!)
Falling forward hands untied
Diving deep into the night
No regrets no space no time
Just the sound of hearts aligned
CREDITS
Performer: Zayne Archer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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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.
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No Right Time
Lena Wilder
Verified Artist
Lena Wilder
New York is the incubator of many dreamers, and for one Lena Wilder, it proved to be the perfect breeding ground. Lena wasn't always in the limelight; she was just another New Yorker making a living as a sales assistant in one of the city's bustling clothing stores. As she tended to racks of distressed denim and oversize knits, she wore her dreams like her favorite band tees - close to her heart but visible for the world to see. Little did her customers know that they were interacting with a voice that would someday weave an influential part of their city's sonic fabric. After all, the Big Apple isn't shy about tucking its future stars behind a discount rack, now is it?
Once her work shift ended, Lena would swap her clothing tag gun for a guitar pick and the sales floor for a stage, performing at local venues as a side gig. Here, she felt at home, strumming her guitar under the dim hue of stage lights, her soulful voice permeating the evening air with songs straight from the heart. One of her most notable songs being "No Right Time," which came as a result of a humorous debate with an ex-lover about the "right time" to eat a breakfast burrito (spoiler alert: Lena thinks it's anytime!). This feel-good declaration of burrito sovereignty soon became an anthem for heartache, nostalgia, and the taste of freedom, encapsulating her music's raw essence, which is a delicate balance between heartwarming relatability and the gritty reality.
Through all these, Lena Wilder has managed to remain notoriously elusive behind a veil of unassuming simplicity. She reminds us that the artist's journey isn't found in shiny CDs or platinum records, but in those quiet moments behind a store counter, under a spotlight in a dimly lit bar, or even in an argument over a breakfast burrito. Because in the end, the right time to chase your dreams – just like eating a breakfast burrito – is anytime!
No Right Time
Lena Wilder
[Intro]
(Clock ticks loud when you're not calling
Nights taste dry can't fake stalling)
Tried cold coffee just to feel something
Streetlight flicker — not a sign just buzzing
You left shoes under my old desk
I stepped around 'em like we never met
Told my friends I’m feeling fine
(They don’t ask much anymore)
Scroll your name don’t hit “reply”
Still stuck knocking at a closed door
No right time to fall apart (ahh yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (mm-mm)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(yeah yeah yeah)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ohhh ooooh na-na
Keys in the bowl still turn for yours
Voicemail full I still record
You liked silence I liked shows
Talked through credits missed the lows
Now your jacket's in a bag I keep
Next to sweaters I don’t wear to sleep
Lied to strangers I don’t know
(Said I’ve burned your old photos)
Truth is folded in my coat
Every plan comes back to “almost”
No right time to fall apart (ahh yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (whoa-oh)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(yeah yeah)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ooooh you stay—na-na
Nothing broke at once it peeled
Like paint left out too long revealed
I didn’t cry but I still feel
Your side cold when nights turn real
No right time to fall apart (yeah yeah)
Even wrong love leaves a mark (mmh)
Say I’m done but I rewind
(can’t lie)
Tried to lose you but you hide
inside my lines
Ooooh (stay gone) na-na-na
CREDITS
Performer: Lena Wilder
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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The Land of No Tomo...
Marco Bellini
Verified Artist
Marco Bellini
Meet Marco Bellini, the gleaming lone star of the independent dance scene, making you forget any sorrow with his upbeat tunes. Born and raised under the swaying palm trees of Naples, Italy, Bellini crafts sonic euphoria like no other.
Our man Bellini did not find his love in the stomping grounds of Naples’ electrifying night scene. Instead, the sun-soaked streets, vibrant markets, and the rhythmic cadence of the Mediterranean waves stirred something deep. This culminated in his irresistible brainchild—"The Land of No Tomorrow"—a track so hopelessly optimistic that it made the Billboard's 'Sad Songs' list for the sheer irony.
Marco, with his deft touch, keeps it simple—'Simple is the new sexy,' he once quipped, half-twirling his pencil-thin moustache. He convinces you there's always a dance party waiting around the corner, even in a world that often sounds like a broken record. His tunes are a sonic Piña Colada—sweet, refreshing, and leaving you high on life. As Marco himself proclaims, "a tempo that resonates with the heartbeat of joy, that's my journey's end."
The Land of No Tomorrow
Marco Bellini
There's a place where I can go
When I feel the world closing in
Take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
Where no one's ever been
I know I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
And it feels like I'm falling
But you tell me I'm flying
I was feeling so low
Now you got me high
I know I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
'Cause when I am with you
There's no sadness or sorrow
I could stay here for the rest of my life
So take me to the Land of No Tomorrow
I'll go there tonight
CREDITS
Performer: Marco Bellini
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Long Distance Line ...
Eli Varnish
Verified Artist
Eli Varnish
Eli Varnish spent most of his life drawing straight lines for crooked cities. As an architect, he designed libraries, train stations, and far too many gray, forgettable office buildings. He was always more interested in light than concrete — the way it moved through windows, shifted on floors, or disappeared behind closed doors. But deadlines piled up, and inspiration gave way to invoices. When he retired at 62, he didn’t throw a party. He just handed in his keys, took the long way home, and listened to the silence.
That’s when the music came back.
In his youth, Eli had played piano quietly — always in private, never in public. Now, with no blueprints to chase, he returned to the keys. Slowly. Gently. A few friends joined him — a bassist who used to drive a bus, a trombonist who sold insurance, and a drummer who once taught math. They started meeting weekly above an old bookstore. No gigs, no names. Just music.
Eventually, they found their way into a small jazz bar — dim, warm, and half-forgotten. That’s where Eli plays now. No spotlight, no talk. Just a glass of red wine, a crooked hat, and a piano that creaks in all the right places. The audience doesn’t clap much. They just nod, like they recognize something they forgot they knew.
Eli doesn’t miss architecture. “Buildings are meant to last,” he says, “but songs... songs are meant to leave.” And so he plays — not to impress, but to remember. To trace old lines in the air. To build something no one can own, but everyone can feel.
Long Distance Line from the Bosphorus
Eli Varnish
I’m calling from a room with peeling paint
A radio coughing out the truth
The kettle screams like it knows my name
Coins on the table none of them are you
The line is bad the night is worse
Somewhere a ferry cuts the dark in two
I got your number on a matchbook
And a voice that still remembers you
The operator’s half asleep
She says “Sir you still there?”
I say “Yeah I’m breathing smoke and prayers
Trying to get through anywhere”
This is a long distance line from the Bosphorus
I got one minute maybe less
If the city don’t swallow my words whole
You’ll hear me say I did my best
Yeah it’s a long distance line from the Bosphorus
The signal shakes the past comes through
If this call drops into the water
Just know I was calling you
There’s a man downstairs selling broken watches
Says time owes him money too
Every streetlight flickers like a bad idea
Every bar knows something I won’t tell you
I saw your face in a cracked mirror
Right next to a stain on the wall
I tried to hang up three times already
But this phone just won’t let me fall
This is a long distance line from the Bosphorus
The clock’s got a loaded gun
If I disappear between the numbers
Just say I was almost done
Hello?
Yeah… it’s me
Listen don’t say my name
The walls here got ears
And the night’s taking notes
It’s a long distance line from the Bosphorus
Static dancing in my head
If you hear silence after this
That’s just the things I never said
The operator counts me down
Five… four… the river wins
Click
CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Fire in the Open Air
James Rolly
Verified Artist
James Rolly
Born in 1989 in Dayton, Ohio, James Rolly’s life was anything but straightforward. Growing up in a working-class neighborhood, he found himself drawn to music at an early age, learning his first guitar chords from an older cousin who played in local bars. But his teenage years spiraled into turbulence — run-ins with the law, school expulsions, and a revolving door of juvenile detention centers and rehabilitation programs marked his adolescence.
It was during a six-month stay at a rehab facility in Cleveland that James began writing his own songs, using music as a way to process his frustration and loneliness. The stark, confessional style of those early lyrics became the foundation of his artistic voice. He often says the rehab’s battered common-room piano was “the first place I ever told the truth.”
By his mid-20s, James was performing in small clubs across the Midwest, blending gritty Americana storytelling with modern soul and rock influences. His husky voice, commanding presence, and refusal to glamorize his troubled past earned him a loyal following. The shaved head, beard, and head tattoos became part of his unflinching image — a visual reminder of where he’s been and how far he’s come.
Today, James Rolly’s music reflects both the scars and the survival. From intimate acoustic sets to explosive full-band performances, he channels every ounce of his history into a sound that’s raw, magnetic, and unapologetically real.
Fire in the Open Air
James Rolly
I’m walking through the noise and color
Every face feels like a secret sign
My heart’s a drum that won’t keep quiet
Every beat says “Boy this ain’t your time”
But I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in
I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design
There’s laughter rolling out of doorways
Music pouring from a midnight band
I don’t know the song but I’m singing
Clapping to the beat like I understand
And I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in
I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design
Maybe I’m lost but it feels like winning
Every wrong turn keeps my story spinning
If this is the game then I’m all in
Every note’s a place I’ve never been
I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design
And I move…
I move with the rhythm
CREDITS
Performer: James Rolly
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Gravity
Celeste Rowan
Verified Artist
Celeste Rowan
Celeste Rowan is an emerging voice in the world of alternative pop, blending atmospheric synths with evocative storytelling. With a sound that merges dreamy electronic textures and raw emotion, Celeste crafts songs that feel both intimate and cinematic. Her latest release, "Gravity," explores the inescapable pull of connection—where love, fate, and desire intertwine in a hypnotic dance. Drawing inspiration from modern electronic influences and timeless melodies, she delivers a sound that lingers long after the music fades.
Gravity
Celeste Rowan
Shadows flicker on the midnight screen
A message left where the city leans
Fingertips trace static lines
Falling into coded signs
Signals bending hearts in motion
Lost between the waves devotion
A silent spark a hidden door
Something pulls us back for more
Feel the current pulling closer
Gravity can’t hold us over
Every second a new collision
No escape from this decision
Glitches hum beneath our breath
Distant voices dance with death
Mirrors show what we can’t see
Phantom touch electric dreams
Signals bending hearts in motion
Lost between the waves devotion
A silent spark a hidden door
Something pulls us back for more
Feel the current pulling closer
Gravity can’t hold us over
Every second a new collision
No escape from this decision
No words left just motion
Wired deep in this devotion
If we break we break together
Nothing’s built to last forever
Feel the current pulling closer
Gravity can’t hold us over
Every second a new collision
No escape from this decision
CREDITS
Performer: Celeste Rowan
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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