💔✨ STILL AWAKE (NO SLEEP) ✨💔
“We danced through heartbreak. We looked flawless doing it.”

A queer soul-pop anthem for the ones who stay until the lights come on.
Glitter in their tears, heels in their hands, and bass still in their chest.
This is not just a song — it’s 5:21 AM, mascara running, heart still glowing.
For the broken beautiful, the post-party saints, and the soft rebels of the night.

Urban R&B meets cinematic clubballad.
808s. Neon. Silence between the claps.
No sleep for the beautiful — but damn, they shine.

🏳️‍🌈💅 #QueerClubSoul #NoSleep #StillGlowing #5amHeartache #AngelTears #RNBafterDark

Still Awake (no sleep)

Eternal Presence

Fire in My Eyes

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Before words, there was the heartbeat. Tribal ambient blues with ritual drums and vintage fuzz—mystical, hypnotic, alive.

The album "Seven Steps Around the Pulse" is a journey through seven sonic realms, each step a heartbeat closer to the soul’s deepest light. From whispering shadows to the quiet blaze of the inner sun, Leya’s voice and melodies weave a tapestry of emotion — intimate, timeless, and alive. This album invites you to step into the rhythm of your own pulse and lose yourself in its glow.

Seven Steps Around the Pulse

The Pulse That Called Her

CINQ ET JEUDI est un voyage musical né d’une étincelle : la fameuse formule de Aouatefe Lehmani, prononcée à la fin de chacune de ses vidéos. Plus qu’un clin d’œil, c’est une célébration des petites phrases qui marquent, inspirent et rassemblent.

Chaque morceau  est une passerelle entre émotions brutes, confidences intimes et mélodies travaillées.

Bois de l’eau

Seized

Zombie

This protest song is about the trump administration

Mar-A-Lago Blues

Corporate sterility contrasted with distant violence and moral corruption, resulting in wars like Gaza  

Growing the Brand - Lyrics

Verse 1
In boardrooms with coffee that costs more
than minimum wage buys in a week
We polish speeches about humanitarian aid
while our calculators count the dead
The wine stains my shirt red, like the maps


Verse 2
Who's that knocking on the cockpit door?
Someone visited the hardware store
We come with hammers because words bounce off
steel like prayer off a banker's forehead
Bang goes the hammer keeping bloody score


Chorus
It's all part of growing the brand
Clean profits from subsidised death
We call it culture, they call it murder
Growing the brand on borrowed breath


Verse 3
While logos gleam on gallery walls
breakfast tables explode in real time
Our handshakes seal tomorrow's casualties
as mothers count children who won't come home
The marble stays clean, the conscience doesn't

Chorus
It's all part of growing the brand
Clean profits from subsidised death
We call it culture, they call it murder
Growing the brand on borrowed breath

Verse 4
Arms out sideways, airstrike 1, 2, 3
At 9 AM here, it's midnight there
We're brewing coffee while they're dodging bombs
Geography of running maps itself
on playground walls and office calendars

Chorus
It's all part of growing the brand
Clean profits from subsidised death
We call it culture, they call it murder
Growing the brand on borrowed breath


Growing the Brand

Boots On, Heart Open is an unapologetic fusion of grit and vulnerability. Country soul collides with metal fury and trap fire, turning working-class scars into anthems and quiet heartbreak into battle cries. Every track is built for the ones who keep moving when life knocks them flat — steel-toed, blood-stained, unbroken.

This isn’t background music. This is sweat, dirt, and catharsis with the volume pinned in the red. For the dreamers who grind, the workers who bleed, and the stubborn souls who refuse to die quietly.

Turn it up. Kick the dust off. Leave the heart wide open.

Boots On, Heart Open

Grit & Grief

"🎧 TorGio Records • Leya & AI • Ambient, Psychedelic, Soul • Mindful music for every mood • SoundCloud-first".