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The Only Good Julio...
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.
The Only Good Julio I Ever Knew Was Don (They Never Meant It)
Eli Varnish
He said “brother” like it cost him nothin’
Smiled wide and stole my coat
Asked for time asked for money
Left me short and called it hope
The waitress said I had nice eyes
While stackin' bills that weren’t mine
The preacher swore we’d all be saved
But his watch was gold and mine was fake
They never meant it
Not the cheers not the names
All them kind words
Were just poker games
But I knew a man once—
Did what he said he’d do
The only good Julio I ever knew
Was Don
The boss shook hands with dirty gloves
Said “You're family” then raised the flood
And mama prayed through gritted teeth
While sellin' things we couldn't eat
They never meant it
All that “brother” all that “son”
They toast your wins
Then load their guns
But I knew a man once—
Quiet as a Sunday pew
The only good Julio I ever knew
Was Don
They’ll write your name on birthday cake
And scratch it off the will
They’ll hug you at the front door
While makin’ copies of the deed still
They never meant it
It was polish on a stone
But that old man with the cracked hat
Said “take your time or take it alone”
I knew a man once—
Didn’t lie to get through
The only good Julio I ever knew
Was Don
CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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The Wrong Daughter
Billie Arden
Verified Artist
Billie Arden
Billie Arden is an electrifying force in the modern dance-pop scene, hailing from Berlin, where her late-night writing sessions have breathed life into a catalog that pulsates with energy and emotion. With influences from funk and nu-disco, her music embodies a sleek, four-on-the-floor groove that promises to uplift spirits and get bodies moving. Tracks like "No Default Setting" showcase her confident vocal style—low and controlled in the verses, yet soaring and playful in the choruses—making each song feel like both a celebration and a personal manifesto. Through her polished production, which features tight rubbery basslines and glossy synth stabs, Arden crafts an infectious sound that captures the essence of joy and hope.
Exploring themes of authenticity and self-acceptance, Arden's lyrics reflect her determination to navigate a world that often seeks to confine individuality. While she embraces exuberance in her melodies, there's an undercurrent of defiance in tracks that challenge conventional norms and invite listeners to embrace their unique paths. Billie Arden's artistry extends beyond mere entertainment; it serves as an invitation to dance freely while celebrating one's true self, ensuring that each release resonates deeply with those seeking inspiration in both life and music.
The Wrong Daughter
Billie Arden
I left at seventeen before the bread was warm
took the blue suitcase nobody claimed
Mother stood polishing the same clean glass
Dad read the paper without turning a page
There was a woman’s name behind the pantry clock
written twice then crossed with a kitchen knife
I asked who she was
They asked why I was still awake
Huh
They said “You’ll understand when you’re older”
So I got older somewhere else
I was gone before the kettle sang
gone before they fixed their tale
Let them blame my age my temper
let them blame the morning train
I was gone gone gone—
they can call it running if they like
I didn’t leave because they hated me
I left because they knew me wrong
Years later a stranger stopped me near the docks
said “You walk exactly like she did”
I laughed and asked “Who?”
She looked at me as though I’d made a joke
Then she handed me a photograph:
my father younger one hand out of frame
and a girl with my uneven teeth
wearing the blue suitcase name tag
Huh Small world
Terrible handwriting
She said “Your mother tried her best”
I said “Which one?”
I was gone before the kettle sang
gone before they fixed their tale
Let them blame my age my temper
let them blame the morning train
I was gone gone gone—
they can call it running if they like
I didn’t leave because they hated me
I left because they knew me wrong
Maybe I was kept
Maybe I was traded
Maybe love gets very polite
when the truth is complicated
I never asked again
That keeps them nervous
I was gone before the kettle sang
gone before they fixed their tale
Let them polish every answer
I know where the story fails
I was gone gone gone—
huh they still insist I’m wild
I didn’t leave because I hated them
I left as someone else’s child
CREDITS
Performer: Billie Arden
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Up There Waiting
HEON
CREDITS
Performer: HEON
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Runaway Light
Ian Merrow
Verified Artist
Ian Merrow
Ian Merrow is an alternative singer-songwriter from the misty shores of Brighton, UK, whose music lives quietly but powerfully—exclusively on Filodyo. Blending melancholic guitar textures with intimate, confessional lyrics, Ian crafts songs that feel like late-night thoughts you were never meant to say out loud. His sound walks the line between indie rock and cinematic pop, echoing the raw sensitivity of artists like Jeff Buckley and the atmospheric pull of early Radiohead.
Rather than chasing the mainstream, Ian chose to remain deliberately off-grid. He records in his small seaside flat, using second-hand gear and a notebook full of scribbled lines. For him, imperfection is part of the truth. His debut track "Runaway Light" introduced listeners to a world of quiet emotional urgency, where love, regret, and longing flicker like headlights in the fog.
Ian’s connection to Filodyo wasn’t just a distribution decision—it was an artistic choice. “It’s the only platform that lets me stay invisible and be heard at the same time,” he says. No social media, no interviews, no labels. Just music. And for those who find him, it's like stumbling upon a secret worth keeping.
With each release, Ian continues to prove that volume isn’t necessary to make an impact. His songs don’t shout — they haunt.
Runaway Light
Ian Merrow
You showed up in my life like a summer flame
Lit up the dark but never played the game
We danced through the chaos no plan no map
Just two wild hearts in a midnight trap
You said “Don’t blink the moment might go”
And I felt the sky start to glow
We were runnin’ on runaway light
Faster than the doubts that kept us up at night
Hands out the window dreams in our eyes
Didn’t know where but we knew how to fly
We were burnin’ burnin’ too bright—
On runaway light
Old mixtapes and crooked smiles
We drove in silence for a hundred miles
Your hair in the wind sun on your face
Even the hurt felt like grace
You said “Hold on don’t let it fade”
And I swear the world was remade
We were runnin’ on runaway light
Faster than the doubts that kept us up at night
Hands out the window dreams in our eyes
Didn’t know where but we knew how to fly
We were burnin’ burnin’ too bright—
On runaway light
Now the road is quiet the flame burns low
But I still feel it when the records slow
You’re a spark that never died
Still running in my mind
We were runnin’ on runaway light
Took that leap didn’t care if it was right
Hearts on fire truth in disguise
Felt so alive we didn’t even try
We were burnin’ burnin’ too bright—
On runaway light
CREDITS
Performer: Ian Merrow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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The Fridge Is Takin...
Funny Harry
Verified Artist
Funny Harry
Hailing from the vibrant streets of Copenhagen, Funny Harry has carved out a distinctive niche in the alternative pop scene, effortlessly blending whimsical narratives with thought-provoking themes. With a catalog that includes tracks like "The Fridge Is Taking Her Side," Harry's music embodies an eclectic mix of calmness and playful mystery. The lyrics often dance around the mundane, transforming everyday objects and interactions into poignant reflections on loneliness and connection. This creative alchemy was born in the city's cozy cafes, where Harry first collaborated with friends from art school, merging their diverse influences to create a sound that feels both fresh and deeply familiar.
As Harry continues to evolve, each track reveals layers of emotional resonance and sonic experimentation. The interplay of light and shadow is masterfully executed, inviting listeners into a world where the ordinary becomes extraordinary. With an approach characterized by introspective storytelling and innovative arrangements, Funny Harry captures fleeting moments of life through a kaleidoscope of calm melodies and vibrant rhythms. Whether exploring themes of melancholy or stitching together playful anecdotes, the artist leaves an indelible mark on the listener, inviting them to embrace the mystery hidden within everyday experiences.
The Fridge Is Taking Her Side
Funny Harry
At 2:17 the refrigerator cleared its throat
I said “Don’t start”
It started
The kettle only sings for one
The toaster burns my alibis
Your coffee cup is upside down
Like it has closed its little eyes
I bought a cactus for morale
It quit on Tuesday night
The landlord says the pipes are fine
The fridge is taking your side
Every appliance has an opinion
Every opinion sounds like you
The freezer hums through cross-examination
I plead the fifth and eat for two
The washer handed back one sock
As proof I can’t be trusted
The vacuum found your silver hoop
Then parked itself disgusted
I tried to cook that thing you liked
The smoke alarm performed the lead
I took a bow it took the battery
A fair review I must concede
“Did you call her?”
No
“Will you call her?”
No
“Are you lying?”
Next question
“Who are you talking to?”
The refrigerator
Every appliance has an opinion
Even the clock has joined in too
The freezer hums for the prosecution
And I still cook enough for two
Your note is folded under pears
I read it only when they spoil
The final line says “Please be well”
As if well came wrapped in foil
At dawn the motor settles down
The whole flat loses its nerve
I almost miss our little war
Then hear the ice tray say one word:
“Call”
Mind your own business
At 2:18 it cleared its throat again
I moved it three inches from the wall
We are no longer speaking
CREDITS
Performer: Funny Harry
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Neverland Exit
SYNR
CREDITS
Performer: SYNR
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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Hope Is Glitter
Lyra Luxx
Verified Artist
Lyra Luxx
Lyra Luxx, the eternal songbird of California, hails from a unique lineage of performers and artistic savants. A vibrant fount of melodies, with a story as colorful as her repertoire, Luxx's journey toward musical prominence took root in the sunny courtyards of Laguna Beach High School (LBHS). Here, amidst the bustling crowd of students and the cacophony of crashing lockers, Lyra carved out a refuge with her schoolmates in an all-girl band. The only remaining member from that original lineup, Luxx had an added feather in her high school cap, holding the esteemed position of a cheerleader. Who else, after all, could champion the school spirit better than the musical prodigy herself?
With a name as resplendent as ‘Lyra Luxx,’ you might expect a pivotal star moment or a dramatic twist. In a plot worthy of a Broadway production, her golden opportunity struck beneath the glaring halogens and amidst the simulated fog of LBHS’s annual talent extravaganza. The only thing missing was a superhero cape as she delivered an iconic rendition of her now famous single, "My Happy Song". The ensuing applause could have rivaled any seismic activity in California, thus turning a new page in her journey. Today, Luxx is recognized far beyond the confines of LBHS, solidifying her star status with each melodious offering. And as for that erstwhile all-girls band? It exists now only in memory, as a significant stepping stone in the rise and rise of Lyra Luxx, California's own glamorous diva. But remember folks, beneath all the glitter and the vocals, she remains the invincible cheerleader from Laguna Beach High School. Go, team!
Hope Is Glitter
Lyra Luxx
shadows falling all around me
can’t see the stars through cloudy nights
been searching for a ray of sunshine
something to make everything alright
but i know i know i know
there’s a light that never fades
and i feel i feel i feel
better days are on their way
hope is glitter in the darkness (sparkle!)
shining when you least expect (oh yeah!)
like diamonds scattered through the universe (uni-verse!)
reminding me i’m not done yet (keep going!)
when i’m falling when i’m breaking (whoa!)
when i think i’ve lost my way (no way!)
hope is glitter in the darkness (shine on!)
guiding me to brighter days (ay-ay!)
sometimes i think i can’t continue
the weight is more than i can bear
then i remember all the reasons
to push through pain and still care
‘cause i know i know i know
there’s a strength inside that grows
and i feel i feel i feel
a fire that still glows
hope is glitter in the darkness (light it up!)
shining when you least expect (surprise!)
like diamonds scattered through the universe (stardust!)
reminding me i’m not done yet (never quit!)
when i’m falling when i’m breaking (hold on!)
when i think i’ve lost my way (find it!)
hope is glitter in the darkness (glimmer!)
guiding me to brighter days (so bright!)
even in my darkest hour
i can feel that power
sparkling shimmering
glittering delivering
the promise of tomorrow
breaking through my sorrow
when i’m falling when i’m breaking (rising!)
when i think i’ve lost my way (new path!)
hope is glitter in the darkness (twinkle!)
guiding me to brighter days (yes way!)
sparkle shine believe
glitter through the night
hope will always be
your guiding light
CREDITS
Performer: Lyra Luxx
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Disco Machiavelli (...
Herr Casino
Verified Artist
Herr Casino
Herr Casino, the enigmatic artist from Vienna, effortlessly blends the vibrant worlds of dance, disco, and electronic pop. With an uplifting energy that resonates through tracks like "Kaiser Tempo" and "Disco Machiavelli," his music invites listeners to revel in moments of joy and hope. Each song showcases his playful vocal identity, characterized by a male voice that carries a sense of infectious enthusiasm, making his work perfect for both lively dance floors and introspective evenings.
Across his catalog, Herr Casino's tracks are united by their energetic beats and evocative themes. Songs like "Kaiser Tempo" radiate happiness and inspiration, while "Disco Machiavelli" explores deeper emotional landscapes, balancing loneliness with uplifting melodies. This duality reflects his artistic vision, where joyous dance music meets introspective storytelling, creating a rich tapestry of sound that captivates and engages listeners. Whether you're looking to dance or reflect, Herr Casino's music provides the perfect backdrop for a variety of moods and moments.
Disco Machiavelli (ft Miss Voltage)
Herr Casino
Ladies and gentlemen
From Vienna to Miami
From the palace to the party
They call him
Disco Machiavelli
Not a prince
Not a saint
Just trouble in a velvet jacket
He walks in late with a golden cane
White silk shirt and a champagne stain
Everybody knows but nobody tells
He buys bad luck and sells it well
Midnight phone no caller ID
Three black cars on a one-way street
He says “my dear don’t follow the rules”
Then disappears by the swimming pool
He’s got the city on a string
He makes the mirror wanna sing
Too much charm too much heat
Dancing like a scandal in the street
Disco Machiavelli
Oh-oh he’s ready
Heart so heavy
But the beat so steady
Disco Machiavelli
Ciao baby ciao
Everybody wants him
Nobody knows how
Machiavelli
Machiavelli
Nicht so schnell mein Freund
She met him once at the Hotel Noir
Red wine smile and a stolen car
He said “love is politics darling you’ll see”
Then left her name on the balcony
Velvet gloves dangerous plans
Kissing rings on invisible hands
He don’t dance he negotiates
With the DJ and the city gates
He’s got the night under control
Silver shoes and a borrowed soul
Too much style too much speed
Living like the headline of the week
Disco Machiavelli
Oh-oh he’s ready
Heart so heavy
But the beat so steady
Disco Machiavelli
Ciao baby ciao
Everybody wants him
Nobody knows how
Signorina
Listen carefully
Power is a dance floor
And everybody pays entry
He said it with a smile
Then he vanished in the bassline
Machiavelli
Machiavelli
Dance with the devil
But dress like heaven
Machiavelli
Machiavelli
Too much drama
Too much leather
Disco Machiavelli
Oh-oh he’s ready
Heart so heavy
But the beat so steady
Disco Machiavelli
Ciao baby ciao
Everybody wants him
Nobody knows how
Disco Machiavelli
Oh-oh he’s ready
Velvet panic
Television confetti
Disco Machiavelli
Ciao baby ciao
He was here for a minute
He’s a legend now
From Vienna to Miami
From the palace to the party
Disco Machiavelli
Ciao baby ciao
CREDITS
Performer: Herr Casino
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Built from the Ground
Samuel Kryne
Built from the Ground
Samuel Kryne
Hands in the dirt I plant the start
Sweat on my face I build my part
Told I couldn't still I tried
Raised a roof where they saw sky
One step two steps — fall reset
Still I walk haven’t stopped yet
Built from the ground not handed down
I earn the weight I wear the crown
No shortcut no easy sound
I rise I run I hold my ground
Bricks of doubt I laid aside
Pushed through walls they said would slide
Nights were cold the path unclear
But I stayed loud when no one near
One step two steps — fall reset
Still I walk haven’t stopped yet
Built from the ground not handed down
I earn the weight I wear the crown
No shortcut no easy sound
I rise I run I hold my ground
This isn't luck it’s stubborn flame
Each scar I carry knows my name
Built from the ground not handed down
I earn the weight I wear the crown
Breathe in deep hear the sound
Of me becoming round by round
CREDITS
Performer: Samuel Kryne
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Tied My Hands
River Mae
Verified Artist
River Mae
Meet River Mae, a musical maverick straight out of Norway. Originally a law student, she swapped the courtroom for the recording booth after much persuasive coaxing from friends who were evidently one part envious of her vocal chords, and two-parts tired of hearing her legal jargon. Like so many greats before her, River's journey began modestly, singing her heart out in local karaoke bars, where her renditions of beloved pop classics left many patrons wondering if they hadn't perhaps had one too many cocktails...or was that really just a law grad belting out tunes?
River's music career showcases a perfect blend of spontaneity and determination. Her life took an unexpected turn when she surrendered to her friends' pestering and stepped in front of the mic, exchanging her comfort zone for a world filled with rhythms and melodies. In the process, River managed to redefine karaoke nights everywhere, as her enchanting voice left audiences questioning whether they were in a cozy neighborhood bar or an illustrious music arena. Now when she's not sharing her tongue-in-cheek anecdotes about her journey from law books to lyric sheets, she's singing about it in her scintillating tunes.
Most notably, the song "Tied My Hands" brings all these elements together, much like the varying elements of a fine Norwegian herring platter. It conveys the struggles and hesitations of leaping from the predictable world of law to the exhilarating uncertainty of music, interlaced with her unmistakable charm and wit. And let's be real, who else besides River could make a metaphor about legal restraints sound so darn catchy? So here's a toast to River Mae, a law school dropout turned captivating songstress. Turn a blind eye to her lawsuits for now, as you will surely get tied up with her spellbinding music.
Tied My Hands
River Mae
[Intro]
Heat off the glass
You look through me fast
You speak in shrugs and sideways glances
I fill the silence with fake chances
You say nothing but I stay
Making futures you won’t play
Pulled tight I bend where you lean
Your touch says less than your leave
I don’t ask you what you mean
Guess I like to not believe
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (yeah yeah!)
I lit the match you walked right by (mmm ooh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(I fall anyway)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Na-na oooh-ohh no-no…
Scratched your name on my old mirror
Smeared it out but you got clearer
Gave you pieces you forgot to ask for
Heard your plans still kept the back door
Left your coat out in the rain
Hoped you'd care enough to complain
You move like truth on rewind
Slow and sharp not ever mine
I gave up drawing the line
Then I crossed it every time
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (ahh yeah)
I lit the match you walked right by (ohhh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(Still I stay)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Na-na mm-mm oh yeah…
I keep breaking in my own voice
Tried to leave like I had a choice
Words don’t reach you but I shout
Now my echo’s burning out
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (ahh yeah!)
I lit the match you walked right by (woo-ooh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(but I play)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Oooh na-na-na
CREDITS
Performer: River Mae
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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