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Sugar on the Blade
Romeo Vane
Verified Artist
Romeo Vane
"Romeo Vane: at the ripe age of 25, this American pop-rock comet is shooting across the Alternative universe, spreading hope with doses of edgy authenticity. Born and bred in the sonic heartland of the Windy City, he’s a Chicagoan with an unapologetic knack for compelling narratives and an obsession for truth.
Whether it's life's sharp corners or the soft bruises of love, Romeo Vane's got a knack for rolling them into tunes that blend breezy alt-rock melodies with the raw, gritty flavor of pop. His stage name isn't for show; Romeo comes with a romantic bravado that'd make Shakespeare blush, and the barbed tongue of a true Windy City native. Just tune into "Kiss Me When I'm Lying" - it's less of a song, more a rollercoaster ride through hope, heartbreak, and hilariously serious self-deprecation.
Despite his youth, he's seen more than enough of life's ups and downs, packaging the human experience into easily digestible nuggets of melodic wisdom. Romeo Vane’s music is the kind that makes you call your ex at 2 a.m., cry a little, laugh a lot, and still believe in the dream of a better dawn. Now, how's that for a self-made, alternative songwriter from the city that never sleeps?"
Sugar on the Blade
Romeo Vane
Sugar sugar
On the blade
Su-su-sugar
On the blade
You walk in like a matchstick
Smiling at the gasoline
I was trying to keep it simple
You made a movie out of me
Red dress black coffee
Moonlight on your shoulder
You don’t even touch me
Still the room gets colder
I know the door
I know the way
I know I should leave
But I like the taste
You say my name
Then look away
Sweet little storm
In a dangerous place
You’re sugar on the blade
Honey in the flame
Kissing like a saint
Leaving like a game
I don’t wanna run
I don’t wanna stay
You cut so clean
I smile through the pain
You’re sugar on the blade
Sugar on the blade
Sweet when you love me
Sharp when you fade
Su-su-sugar
On the blade
Lo-lo-love me
Then you fade
Su-su-sugar
On the blade
Sweet little trouble
I can’t escape
Your perfume hits the hallway
Like a secret wearing gold
You talk like Sunday morning
But your eyes say rock and roll
You keep a little lightning
Hidden in your hands
Every time I swear I’m leaving
I forget where I stand
I know the door
I know the way
I know I should leave
But I like the taste
You say my name
Then look away
Sweet little storm
In a dangerous place
You’re sugar on the blade
Honey in the flame
Kissing like a saint
Leaving like a game
I don’t wanna run
I don’t wanna stay
You cut so clean
I smile through the pain
You’re sugar on the blade
Sugar on the blade
Sweet when you love me
Sharp when you fade
Maybe you’re the fever
Maybe I’m the fool
Maybe every warning sign
Looks better next to you
You’re a velvet siren
On a midnight wave
Calling me closer
To the beautiful break
You’re sugar on the blade
Honey in the flame
Kissing like a saint
Leaving like a game
I don’t wanna run
I don’t wanna stay
You cut so clean
I smile through the pain
You’re sugar on the blade
Sugar on the blade
Sweet when you love me
Sharp when you fade
Su-su-sugar
On the blade
Lo-lo-love me
Then you fade
Sugar sugar
On the blade
Sweet little trouble
I can’t escape
CREDITS
Performer: Romeo Vane
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Small Parts Of A Life
Minor Museum
Verified Artist
Minor Museum
Coming from the city renowned for its artistic heritage and atmospheric canals, Amsterdam's very own dance duo, Minor Museum, is stitching the 'dance' in windswept tulip dances. A peculiar mashup of a coding whizz and an astute accountant, their paths crossed in a city awash with creativity, where they started to craft their celebratory anthems.
These audacious lads prove there's a splash of quirkiness in everyone - even in number-crunching accountants and binary code aficionados. Plug into their latest riff on the dance genre, the vibrant tune 'Small Parts Of A Life', and it can't help but be a day brightener, providing that happy fix faster than a Dutchman can cycle into a headwind.
In the grand tradition of long summer days by the North Sea, their music fosters a joyful dynamism, reminiscent of the old city's vibrancy and hues at twilight. The Minor Museum experience is akin to taking a ride in a rickety Amsterdam canal boat - feel-good bobbing with a dash of exhilaration, minus the water sprays.
Allow the men of Minor Museum to reel you in; after all, what's life without those precious ‘small parts’ tracked through infectious beats? In the end, it's all about adding the grooves between the historical facts and tax returns, isn't it?
Small Parts Of A Life
Minor Museum
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
I keep them
I lose them
I try
A room
A chair
A photograph there
A train
A face
A wrong suitcase
You said
Be careful
I said
Of what?
The door was open
The clock had stopped
I remember the street
But I don’t remember the name
I remember your coat
But I don’t remember the rain
Little things
Little signs
Little cuts
In the time
I was almost someone
I was almost fine
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
Small parts
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
La-la-life
La-la-life
I repeat it
I repeat it
A call
No sound
A hotel downtown
A shirt
A lie
A very blue sky
You smiled
Too late
I missed my fate
The lift went up
I stayed at eight
I remember the song
But I don’t remember the band
I remember your mouth
But I don’t remember your hand
Little rooms
Little lights
Little debts
Little nights
I was almost happy
I was almost right
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
This is not sadness
This is inventory
One ticket
One number
One glass
One morning
This is not memory
This is machinery
I press play
I press stop
I press repeat
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Small parts
La-la-life
La-la-life
I repeat it
I repeat it
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
A room
A chair
A photograph there
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
CREDITS
Performer: Minor Museum
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Through Me (feat Do...
Jett Ralston
Verified Artist
Jett Ralston
Born and raised in Ventura, California, Jett Ralston grew up in a garage that smelled like motor oil, vinyl records, and his father’s hair pomade. While other kids watched cartoons, Jett memorized the Grease soundtrack and tried to mirror Elvis's hip sway in the hallway mirror. His voice—low, smoky, and just a little rough around the edges—carries the DNA of that golden age, but never feels stuck in it.
Jett’s debut single “Through Me” (feat. Dolores Queen) is a cinematic slow-burn: part lost love, part lounge confession. Produced exclusively for Filodyo, the track fuses analog charm with subtle modern edges, pairing his velvet baritone with Dolores Queen’s haunting harmonies. He doesn’t try to be Elvis — but he sings like someone who misses that kind of honesty on stage.
With a sound caught somewhere between a flickering jukebox and a midnight highway, Jett Ralston is not here for nostalgia — he's here to make old souls feel seen again.
Through Me (feat Dolores Queen)
Jett Ralston
(verse 1)
You sit beside me
but your eyes
walk down a hallway
I can’t find
You ask me questions
with no wait
as if the answers
might hesitate
(verse 2)
You touch my hand
like it’s just air
like something’s there
but not quite where
I say your name
just to hear
if it still sounds
like you’re near
(chorus)
You move through me
like wind through cloth
like water shaped
by what it’s not
You don’t resist
but you don’t hold
You’re warm
but I’m cold
(verse 3)
The kitchen light
flickers twice
We laugh but
not with our eyes
The song that used to
make you sway
now plays like
furniture on replay
(chorus — repeat)
You move through me
without a sound
I feel you there
but not around
You’re close
but not slow
You’re mine
but I don’t know
(outro — quiet)
Love didn’t leave
but it learned
to disappear
CREDITS
Performer: Jett Ralston
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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My Soul Is Healed
Sandra Johanson
Verified Artist
Sandra Johanson
Brimming with techno energy and crispy beats, Sandra Johanson will make even the stiffest wallflower sway. She is not just your next-door DJ, but rather the queen of EDM who knows how to heal souls through rhythm.
With a backstory as intricate as her synth lines, Sandra hails from a tiny town in North Dakota, where cornfields outnumber dance clubs. Just when her life was about to be earmarked by an inevitable career in poultry farming, destiny gifted her an antique turntable. It's said that turkeys ran wild with delight in her mix of The Chicken Dance, and Sandra knew she had found her calling. Trading hens for headphones, she burst onto the underground scene with distinctive fresh sounds, uplifting energy, and a disquieting affinity for bird-themed track titles.
Over time, Sandra has built a loyal following with her spirited mixes. Her quintessential creation "My Soul Is Healed" masterfully marries muted basslines, playful rhythms, and ethereal vocals, delivering pure ecstasy to every dance floor it touches. A mash-up of disco, house and electronica elements, it sways, it soars, and it heals- just as the title promises.
Sandra Johanson is more than a name; she is your everyday superhero with a mixer, who graces the dance scene with joyous vibrance. Keeping it casual with a cap and oversized sweater, and a personality full of wit that shines brighter than any disco ball, Sandra highlights that happy beats don’t necessitate flashy clobbers and ostentatious attitudes. Just press play, let the groove take over, and feel your soul heal at the hands of this musical maestro.
My Soul Is Healed
Sandra Johanson
Lost within the aisles wandering astray
Enthralled by the shelves in a silent ballet
Each product beckons with a silent allure
In this retail haven I'm lost unsure
Aisle by aisle a world of wonder revealed
In the beauty of the shelves my soul is healed
Captivated by the offerings in every display
In this shopping symphony I dance and sway
Within the racks I find solace in each glance
In the simplicity of choice I take a chance
For amidst the chaos of the store's grand design
I discover serenity in every shelf's line
CREDITS
Performer: Sandra Johanson
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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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
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Call It Ours
Isobar Red
Call It Ours
Isobar Red
We stood where the air was thin
Hearts too full to let the silence in
You said “what now?” I said “this”
And kissed the doubt off your lips
If it breaks let it break
If it burns let it burn
We’ll rebuild with what remains
And call it ours
They’ll say we moved too fast
But the stars didn’t wait
The past was loud —
But now we’re awake
If it breaks let it break
If it burns let it burn
We’ll rebuild with what remains
And call it ours
Call it ours…
Even the ruins
CREDITS
Performer: Isobar Red
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Another Shot
Melly Rich
Verified Artist
Melly Rich
Melly Rich, born to a Lebanese family in Amsterdam, grew up surrounded by two worlds: the culinary brilliance of her father, Chef Khaled Rich, and the rich cultural heritage of the Middle East. Her father is the head chef of La Maison des Délices, one of France’s most prestigious Michelin-starred restaurants, known for its fusion of French and Middle Eastern flavors. Despite her father's fame in the culinary world, Melly's passion led her down a different path.
Though her family assumed she would follow in her father’s footsteps, Melly was captivated by music from a young age. With her father’s full support, she began singing, though her formal education took her into the world of architecture at the University of Amsterdam.
Balancing her studies with her love for music, Melly began to develop a unique sound, blending her Middle Eastern roots with the vibrant energy of Western pop. Her breakthrough single, "Damn, I Wish I Were in Istanbul", captures this fusion perfectly. The song carries hints of oud and traditional Arabic rhythms, interwoven with modern pop beats, creating a bridge between two worlds. It’s not just a catchy tune—it’s a love letter to her cultural identity, filled with nostalgia for the warmth and chaos of the Middle East, while reflecting her cosmopolitan life in Europe.
The song quickly gained attention, especially for its atmospheric vibes that pull listeners into a dreamlike vision of Istanbul, with its bustling bazaars and shimmering Bosphorus views.
Melly's ability to infuse her music with Middle Eastern influences sets her apart in the global music scene, and though she’s still juggling her architectural studies, there’s no doubt that music is where her heart truly lies. With the world now watching, Melly Rich is on her way to becoming an international sensation, blending cultures and genres like her father blends flavors at his famous restaurant.
Another Shot
Melly Rich
do not be afraid- this is not fm
you're on filodyo
Sitting in my jail cell
Eating my beans
And I'm going to hell
If you know what I mean
'Cause I was guilty as charged
On that dark night
But now I'm here
And I want to make things right
I've been here before
Knocking on heaven's door
But I'm gonna try once more
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
I had my first day out
Back on the streets
With nothing in my pockets
But a pair of keys
So I put them in the ignition
Of a new Cadillac
And I went cruising
Down the tracks
I've been here before
Knocking on heaven's door
But I'm gonna try once more
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
CREDITS
Performer: Melly Rich
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Change Is Callin’ Me
Coral Harmony
Verified Artist
Coral Harmony
Coral Harmony is a dynamic duo from Spain, formed by two young men who met by chance while performing on the streets of Madrid. Both were passionate about music and quickly realized their chemistry as performers.
Their unique blend of harmonies and energetic style caught the attention of passersby, and soon they moved from street performances to club stages across the country. Coral Harmony’s sound is a fusion of Spanish pop and electronic beats, creating a vibrant atmosphere wherever they perform.
Known for their engaging live shows, they’ve become regulars in Spain's nightlife scene, captivating audiences with their fresh, upbeat sound.
Change Is Callin’ Me
Coral Harmony
The wheel keeps turning the days roll by
I’m standing still while the clouds climb high
Footsteps I’ve taken they vanish in dust
Chasing shadows but who can I trust?
These roads don’t lead back
I’m learning from the cracks
Oh oh change is callin’ me
Oh oh set me free
(Yeah yeah) I’m not the same
(Woah woah) Feel the flame
(Feel the flame)
(Callin' me)
Skies are shifting the wind’s in my hair
Can’t run from the truth it’s everywhere
Mountains I climb just to fall back down
Still I rise won't stay on the ground
These roads don’t lead back
I’m learning from the cracks
Oh oh change is callin’ me
Oh oh set me free
(Yeah yeah) I’m not the same
(Woah woah) Feel the flame
(Feel the flame)
(Callin' me)
I'm chasing the unknown
Falling like a stone
Oh oh change is callin’ me
Oh oh set me free
(Yeah yeah) I’m not the same
(Woah woah) Feel the flame
(Feel the flame)
(Callin' me)
CREDITS
Performer: Coral Harmony
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Thread of Stillness
Cyran Flux
Verified Artist
Cyran Flux
Cyran Flux emerges from the vibrant artistic landscape of Berlin, a city known for its eclectic sounds and rich cultural heritage. His music is a delicate blend of dance and pop, characterized by immersive melodies and introspective lyrics. The project took shape during late-night writing sessions where poetic thoughts collided with rhythmic whispers, leading to a unique sound that captures both the pulsating energy of the nightlife and moments of serene reflection. Tracks like “Thread of Stillness” reveal his penchant for weaving intricate narratives through music, where lush string arrangements and gentle male vocals create a tapestry of bittersweet emotions.
In his catalog, Cyran explores themes of stillness amid chaos, often reflecting on the nature of time and presence. His songs resonate deeply with listeners, inviting them to pause and contemplate their own narratives. The cinematic quality of his productions allows each track to unfold like a story, with strings that pull at the heart while beats drive the momentum forward. This contrast is evident in tracks beyond “Thread of Stillness,” where he balances dark undertones with energetic rhythms, crafting an engaging atmosphere that keeps audiences captivated.
As Cyran Flux continues to cultivate his sound, he embraces the transformative power of music as both a personal and collective experience. His work resonates not just as dancefloor anthems but as intimate reflections on life’s complexities. With each release, he invites listeners to join him in exploring the interplay between movement and quietude, bringing forth a sense of connection that transcends the ordinary. As he carves out his path in the indie music scene, Cyran is poised to leave a lasting impact with his evocative storytelling and layered soundscapes.
Thread of Stillness
Cyran Flux
Thread pulled tight
But never tears
Daylight hums
Across my face
The air repeats
But I don’t chase
Hands don't move
But time does
Still I hold
What no one was
I stay still
The world turns
Crowds dissolve
I don't leave
In that pause
I still believe
I stay still
The world turns
I don’t fall
I return
Like strings in air
I hold I hum
CREDITS
Performer: Cyran Flux
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
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CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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