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Nothing Eats Me Whole
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.
Nothing Eats Me Whole
Eli Varnish
The jukebox coughs but won’t begin
I light a match it dies again
My coat’s too thin my pockets loud
With broken change and thoughts unproud
I knew a woman named Regret
She moved in once she ain’t left yet
She steals my chair she drinks my gin
But hell I’ve learned to live with sin
I ain’t clean I ain’t gold
I’m just ash that’s learned to hold
Every fire every toll
But nothing eats me whole
The preacher said "You gotta kneel"
But my knees just ask for steel
The prayers I wrote all taste like rust
And saints don’t ride the same old bus
I ain’t clean I ain’t gold
I’m just ash that’s learned to hold
Every fire every toll
But nothing eats me whole
I don’t rise I don’t fall
I lean like paint on a flaking wall
Still here still wrong
Still got one more song
I ain’t clean I ain’t gold
But I’m the truth that don’t get told
You can bite you can roll
But nothing—
Nothing eats me whole
CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Still I Rise
Luna y Fuego
Verified Artist
Luna y Fuego
Luna y Fuego is a Miami-born singer and songwriter whose music carries the warmth of the Caribbean, the elegance of Latin romance, and the confidence of modern pop. With a voice that can feel intimate one moment and commanding the next, she creates songs filled with desire, movement, and emotional detail.
Raised between seaside afternoons, family celebrations, and Miami’s multicultural music scene, Luna developed a sound shaped by Latin pop, R&B, bolero, and contemporary dance production. Her performances balance sophistication with natural sensuality, presenting a woman who is magnetic without ever appearing forced.
The name Luna y Fuego reflects the two sides of her character: calm, mysterious, and graceful, yet passionate and impossible to ignore. Whether performing a delicate love song or an energetic late-night track, she brings the same signature quality—romance with confidence, delivered entirely on her own terms.
Still I Rise
Luna y Fuego
The wind has names I’ve learned to fear
But I keep walking year by year
I’ve held my heart with stitched-up hands
Buried truths in foreign lands
Danced alone on broken stone
And built a fire where none had grown
They said I’m done they closed the door
But I’ve been dying long before
Still I rise through ashes and lies
With dust on my skin and fire in my eyes
You can push you can bend
But I’m no stranger to the end
Still I rise… still I rise
I’ve kissed betrayal’s bitter breath
Slept beside the arms of death
But sorrow taught me how to spin
A rhythm born from deep within
I don’t need a crown of gold
I wear my silence loud and bold
Still I rise through ashes and lies
With dust on my skin and fire in my eyes
You can push you can bend
But I’m no stranger to the end
Still I rise… still I rise
Don’t tell me how the story ends
I write in steps not with a pen
And every scar I’ve come to own
Beats louder than your stepping stone
Still I rise through thunder and cries
My tears are sharp but they never lie
You can leave you can hide
But I’ve got rhythm on my side
Still I rise… still I rise
CREDITS
Performer: Luna y Fuego
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Etherslip
Celya Thorn
CREDITS
Performer: Celya Thorn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Wasting Time
Dario Kavella
Verified Artist
Dario Kavella
Dario Kavella emerges from the vibrant backdrop of Berlin, where the clattering of borrowed gear and thin walls shaped his early crafting process. After a long hiatus, he returns with a fresh perspective that sees him channeling the energy of his former late-night escapades into infectious dance tracks like "Wasting Time." With an uplifting and happy vibe, his music resonates with those chasing digital highs and navigating the chaos of life. Dario’s sound is a fusion of dance, EDM, and pop, intertwining joyful melodies with inspirational lyrics that echo the lessons learned in moments of spontaneity and connection.
His catalog may be young, but it encapsulates a richer narrative that speaks to resilience and evolution. Each track serves as a testament to his ability to transform challenges into invigorating beats, harnessing the essence of celebration amidst an ever-complex world. As he plans to release more tracks, Dario’s artistic identity continues to thrive on the themes of joy and nostalgia, inviting listeners to join him on nights that refuse to end. In this new chapter of his career, Dario Kavella is set not just to fill dance floors but to inspire a movement—one heartbeat at a time.
Wasting Time
Dario Kavella
Tick-tock tick-tock (uh)
Yeah… we don’t stop
Late night I’m still online
clock says no but I cross the line
Lost count drinks laughs replies
I’m just chasing digital highs
Oh seconds fade like smoke in light
but I don’t care if it’s wrong or right
We’re wasting time (yeah-yeah)
but it feels so fine (uh-huh)
No past no sign
just bodies in rhyme
We’re wasting time (oh-oh)
on a borrowed line
if this is crime
then lock me inside
Time time time
can’t rewind rewind rewind
Time time time
we don’t mind mind mind
Golden hour on replay
memories in 4K
You said “forever” cliché
but I still press “stay”
Every beat steals one more minute
don’t stop I’m living in it
We’re wasting time (yeah-yeah)
but it feels so fine (uh-huh)
No past no sign
just bodies in rhyme
We’re wasting time (oh-oh)
on a borrowed line
if this is crime
then lock me inside
Tick-tock tick-tock
can’t stop this clock
Na-na we’re divine
just wasting time
CREDITS
Performer: Dario Kavella
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Unholy Race
Logan Vance
Verified Artist
Logan Vance
Meet Logan Vance: the rock and roll laureate of our generation and an audaciously independent artist from, where else, but the sin city itself, Las Vegas. This guitar slinging, wordsmithing, intergalactic hero seems to have been born solely to make his own harmonic storms in the very desert that taught him the rock and roll parlance.
His tunes are like his town - rife with stories about right turns in the wrong places, the neon gleam of casino nights, and the recurrent theme of chasing after reckless dreams. Our heady hero doesn’t just play music, he lives it, injecting every chord with a potent mix of knowledge, regret, passion, and a punchy dash of Vegas glitter.
All of which has found a strangely harmonious home on his signature track, "Unholy Race," a raging electrified commentary on social struggle depicting life as a grand, if unholy, race! This isn’t just music, it’s a heart on a sleeve diary from a guy who got hip to life in the neon haze of a Vegas sunrise.
But don't be fooled by his 'city of sins' background — on stage and in the studio, it’s all about the music for Vance. He might climb the heights of hedonism, but he always does it with a guitar in his hand, eyes on the sky, and feet firmly rooted in the arid, undying love for his music. Enter the Vance-Verse: equal parts witty, gritty, and every bit as glitzy as a Vegas-strip marquee.
Unholy Race
Logan Vance
I don't know what you want if you just complain a lot
Maybe all you want is all they got
They stealin' my voice like it's crack rocks
They try to slow me down just like I'm taking adderall
You ain't the one who took me to the top
Boom on the Zoom
Bop-bop-bop-bop
They out for my heart
Boy
Ha
Crop
Treat me like Patty Kane on a short shot
Pokemon
Pokemon
Pokemon
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Young victors
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Live it out in the middle of the world
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
Live it out in the middle of the world
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Slowly
Slowly
They out for my heart
Boy
Ha
Crop
I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Slowly
Slowly
CREDITS
Performer: Logan Vance
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Self Mastery
Zahna Krouphouse
Verified Artist
Zahna Krouphouse
Known for producing groovy beats that put a wiggle in your walk, Zahna Krouphouse is the hidden gem of the electronica scene with a penchant for igniting spontaneous kitchen dance parties. To the unassuming listener, Zahna's refreshing sound spells out freedom, exhilaration, and well... sheer joy!
Zahna got the break they've been waiting for when they were scouted by Filodyo. What started as a soundtrack for the aisle wanderers in stores turned out to be the foot-tapping, head-bobbing anthem for headphone warriors worldwide. Zahna's style? Think a vibrant fusion of Aphex Twin’s heart-thumping rhythm with Daft Punk's rhapsodic harmonies. But they punctuate it with a zesty twist of their own, stirring up their Krouphouse magic that flip-flops your heart and has your toes tapping a Morse code of elation.
Their crowning jewel? The catchy ditty christened "Self Mastery". Proving to be more than a hyped-up joyride, it's an electronic odyssey that weaves in the pulse of self-discovery, self-love, and well, mastering one's self. As Zahna says, it's the "digital lullaby of the self-actualized soul," if that doesn't make you double-click on their playlist, what will? On that happy note, may Zahna Krouphouse's music echo in your heart, head, and, inevitably, hips. Could you ask for a more funky companionship on your journey of self-mastery?
Self Mastery
Zahna Krouphouse
Verse 1:
Life throws its punches but I hold my ground
Emotions may rage but I won't be drowned
Through every trial I stand tall and strong
In the darkest hours I sing my own song
Chorus:
Self-control my guiding star
Through the chaos I'll go far
In the heat of battle I find my way
With inner strength I seize the day
Bridge:
In the quiet of my mind I find my peace
In life's whirlwind my worries cease
With every step I take command
Self-mastery my guiding hand
Outro:
So I stand resolute against the fray
With self-control I'll find my way
In life's dance I'll always strive
With unwavering resolve I'll thrive
CREDITS
Performer: Zahna Krouphouse
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Careful
Tessa Monroe
Verified Artist
Tessa Monroe
Tessa Monroe is a European pop vocalist whose sound sits between deep house, pop disco and sleek contemporary R and B. Her records are built on breathy lead vocals, glossy hooks and clean club energy, with rolling sub bass, bright rhythmic detail and polished production that feels made for late nights, city lights and repeat listens. What makes her stand out is the way she keeps that shine connected to something human. Even at her most danceable, her songs stay focused on hesitation, trust and the small emotional signals people miss when they are trying not to get hurt.
On Careful, Monroe leans fully into that balance. The track moves on a warm 118 BPM pulse with deep dub chords, muted guitar plucks, tight shuffled percussion and a big rising pre-chorus that opens into an immediate, radio-ready chorus. A clean male rap verse adds contrast without breaking the mood, giving the song a second perspective while keeping the center of gravity on her voice. It captures the core of Tessa Monroe’s appeal, stylish and energetic on the surface, but emotionally precise underneath, like a pop record you can dance to and still believe every word of.
Careful
Tessa Monroe
You said I keep my jacket on
Even when the room is warm
That's fair that's fair
Somebody taught me how to leave
Before the second song
And I learned it far too well
So don't read the quiet as a no
Read it as a hand not quite let go
I'm not cold I'm careful
There's a difference in the way I hold your name
I'm not cold I'm careful
Give me one more block and I'll say it
Give me one more block and I'll say it
(careful careful)
[Rap Verse]
Look I'm not playing hard I'm playing honest
You want the whole file I'm handing you the summary
Last one left a hole in the drywall of my confidence
Now I clock the exits out of muscle memory
You made the coffee strong and never asked me for a reason
Kept a light on for me through a pretty ugly season
So if I'm slow it isn't strategy it's healing
Give me one more block I'll tell you what I'm feeling
I'm not cold I'm careful
There's a difference in the way I hold your name
I'm not cold I'm careful
Give me one more block and I'll say it
Give me one more block and I'll say it
I've got a list of all the ways this ends
I have read it till the paper wore thin
Tonight I left it on the table
And I walked out anyway
I'm not cold I'm careful
There's a difference in the way I hold your name
I'm not cold I'm careful
Give me one more block and I'll say it
I'm not cold I'm careful
And I'm walking toward you anyway
CREDITS
Performer: Tessa Monroe
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Reloj De Arena
Dante Cobre
Verified Artist
Dante Cobre
Dante Cobre, hailing from the vibrant streets of Copenhagen, weaves a tapestry of sound that merges folk, Latin, and pop into an enchanting experience. Inspired by the rhythm of life and the emotions that weave through everyday moments, his songs often explore themes of love, longing, and the quiet complexities of human connection. With tracks like "Reloj De Arena," Dante captures both a playful energy and a deep sensuality, navigating the delicate balance between hope and introspection. His voice resonates with warmth, inviting listeners to share in his stories of unrequited love and fleeting desires.
Emerging onto the independent music scene, Dante's artistry reflects years spent honing his craft in local cafes and intimate venues, where he connected with fellow musicians who resonated with his vision. This collaborative spirit led to memorable performances across Denmark and beyond. Each song in his growing catalog is a vivid snapshot of his artistic journey—radiating positivity and inspiration while also embracing life's bittersweet moments. As he continues to evolve as an artist, Dante Cobre remains committed to creating music that not only uplifts but also sparks reflection within the listener’s heart.
Reloj De Arena
Dante Cobre
Tu nombre vibra en mi celular
No contesto por orgullo
Pero vuelvo a mirar igual
Yeah yeah
Tu nombre vibra en mi celular
No contesto por orgullo
Pero vuelvo a mirar igual
Como si fuera normal
Me dejaste con media frase
Y una duda sobre la piel
Yo pensé que era pasajero
Pero sigo puesto de pie
Tú caminas por otra calle
Yo me quedo sin reclamar
No me sobra tanta paciencia
Pero aprendo a respirar
Si preguntas sigo entero
Si me buscas tardo más
No te cierro toda la puerta
Pero no voy hacia atrás
Tú decías “todo sencillo”
Yo lo quise complicar
Ahora entiendo lo que cuesta
Cuando alguien no sabe cuidar
Dame una señal no más
Si te vas me quedo fatal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Dame una señal no más
No me vendas otro plan
Si me miras como antes
Voy a querer intentar
Reloj de arena cae lento
Cada grano sabe mal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Mis amigos dicen “sal de eso”
Yo respondo “ya casi estoy”
Pero cuando cambia tu foto
Se me mueve algo interior
No presumo de ser tan fuerte
Solo finjo con precisión
Tengo orgullo bien educado
Y una mala conexión
Tú no fuiste toda mi vida
Pero sí mi mejor error
De los que uno cuenta riendo
Cuando ya no duele peor
Si preguntas sigo entero
Si me buscas tardo más
No te cierro toda la puerta
Pero no voy hacia atrás
Tú decías “todo sencillo”
Yo lo quise complicar
Ahora entiendo lo que cuesta
Cuando alguien no sabe cuidar
Dame una señal no más
Si te vas me quedo fatal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Dame una señal no más
No me vendas otro plan
Si me miras como antes
Voy a querer intentar
Reloj de arena cae lento
Cada grano sabe mal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
No soy santo no soy frío
No soy fácil de olvidar
Tú tampoco eres culpable
Solo sabes regresar
Si mañana ya no escribes
Voy a poder continuar
Pero si dices mi nombre
Todo vuelve a comenzar
Dame una señal no más
Si te vas me quedo fatal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Dame una señal no más
No me vendas otro plan
Si me miras como antes
Voy a querer intentar
Reloj de arena cae lento
Cada grano sabe mal
I don’t wanna call you back
Pero vuelvo a dudar
Dame una señal no más
No me vendas otro plan
Si me miras como antes
Voy a querer intentar
Tu nombre vibra en mi celular
No contesto por orgullo
Pero vuelvo a mirar igual
Reloj de arena cae lento
CREDITS
Performer: Dante Cobre
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Mirrors in Motion
Liora Vane
Mirrors in Motion
Liora Vane
CREDITS
Performer: Liora Vane
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Cloudscript
Cratefade
Cloudscript
Cratefade
We ran out into the static rain
Laughin’ like the world was ours to claim
No plans no past no shame
Only your hand and my name
(You said) “Hold tight don’t blink now”
We were fire in a glass town
Time cracked under neon signs
We carved our names in exit lines
If it ends don’t rewind —
Just play it loud one more time
Gravity was just a sound
When you spun me upside down
Let the silence fill the page
We were perfect in that frame
CREDITS
Performer: Cratefade
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Call My Name
Sofia Lindqvist
Verified Artist
Sofia Lindqvist
Sofia Lindqvist is a unique musical tour de force born to an engineer father in Slovakia. Raised in the heart of Bratislava, she embodies an enviable fusion of technical brilliance and ebullient creativity.
Growing up, Sofia was the kind of kid who hummed symphonies while dismantling radios—much to her father's chagrin, and her mother's delight. From a young age, she fell under the spell of electronic music, a passion fuelled by her father's meticulous engineering and the city's vibrant music scene. Early whispers say that Sofia was so entranced by the metropolis' sounds she would insist to recreate the rhythm of the city traffic during her piano lessons.
However, it wouldn't be until her tenure as a kindergarten teacher that Sofia really began melding the worlds of sound and circuitry. After realizing that her classroom renditions of 'Old MacDonald' paled in comparison to a foot-stomping techno beat, Sofia decided to combine her love of electronics with her obsession for music. Her electrifying rhythms and harmonic melodies soon saw her swapping out nursery rhymes for nightclubs, becoming the city's beloved "Techno Teacher."
Sofia's song "Liberate", a hypnotic blend of thumping base and riveting electronic sounds, has become the most treasured track in her musical repertoire. It tells a captivating story of liberation, evoking the freedom Sofia found when she ditched the training wheels of traditional music and glided into the world of electronica. Whether she's blasting tunes at Bratislava's liveliest venues or tinkering with a sequencer in the back of her classroom, Sofia Lindqvist continues her symphony of life, one pulsating techno beat at a time.
Call My Name
Sofia Lindqvist
Sailing faraway
Like a memory
It's time for me to go home
The tides are calling my name
Call my name
This note in my bottle
Hopefully into the hands of someone like you
You'll find it in tomorrow
And call my name
Call my name
Call my name
A message from the past
A writer unable to gasp
The words they had left undeclared
So cruel and unfair
The audience hears
The struggling echoes
It travels through
Whichever city you are
Just so you'll hear
You called my name
You called my name
You called my name
You
This note in my bottle
These words will enlighten you
And once that the time is for you
It's time for you to go home
The tides are calling your name
Call my name
Call my name
CREDITS
Performer: Sofia Lindqvist
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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