GIMME SOME SPACE

01 Howard - If We Were To Be Lovers

Luciano Fonseca, o Luciano Marreta, relembra neste episódio do Podcast Paixão Ca-Ju os momentos marcantes vestindo a camisa do Juventude. Ele, que hoje é técnico do time sub-15 alviverde, também fala sobre a obrigação de vencer os clássicos desde as categorias de base.

Podcast Paixão Ca-Ju - Temporada 2 #46 Luciano Marreta, Ex-Jogador do Juventude

Avec les propos de Catherine Décoste et Jean-Hugues Robert.

Pour lire la nouvelle: https://cfim.ca/une-20e-edition-pour-les-journees-de-la-perseverance-scolaire/

LPDF 2024-02-13 - Une 20e édition pour les Journées de la persévérance scolaire

Economy of Scale

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Heartfelt love message for your partner, the love of your life, the one you love dearest.

L.O.V.E

Stranger is a song that I wrote, which was more of a rendition of the GUTS deluxe song "Stranger" By Olivia Rodrigo. I just added some of me into it :) Hope yall enjoy
Lyrics:
 
Verse1 :
I woke up this morning, shot straight up on my bed
I had this strangest feeling of a weight off my chest
I hadnt felt this hopeful, since you asked me to dance
but this feeling is different, like some chains torn off my hands

Verse 2:
And everybody told me, it would happen in time
That I would soon get over you, all the feelings would subside
but it always felt like a pipedream, that I won't escape you
but I never believed till that morning, but now I feel brand new

Chorus: cause I was half myself with you, but now I feel so complete
 I don't even remember why I lost all that sleep
 and all of these feelings, bleeding me dry like a drought
 but now But now your just a stranger I know everything about

 Verse 3: I saw you once on monday, your arm wrapped around her
 But for once I didnt care, for once it never bothered 
me, because im over it, over all the acts
 cause you can say your sorry, but im never going back 

Chorus: cause I was half myself with you, but now I feel so complete
 I don't even remember why I lost all that sleep
 and all of these feelings, bleeding me dry like a drought
 but now But now your just a stranger I know everything about 


Bridge:
Theres nothing left for me to know
I had to stay, you had to go
And even though sometimes it hurts
I lived through it, forgot about her
Oh and you can have her life, be her valentines
But its all over now-w-w 


Chorus: cause I was half myself with you, but now I feel so complete 
I don't even remember why I lost all that sleep
 and all of these feelings, bleeding me dry like a drought
 but now But now your just a stranger I know everything about 
cause i was half myself with you, but now I feel so complete 
and the problem was i couldnt hurt you, without it hurting me

 outro: I am happy for you, and I hope that you do
 cause I had to move on, and so did you

Stranger- Rendition

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Frequencies — Drift Notion’s lo-fi suite mapped to calming frequency beds. Each track pairs a specific tone (alpha/theta/delta pulses; 432/528/639/741…) with dusty drums, warm tape, and neon ambience to steer the mood—from morning clarity to midnight deep sleep. Built for study, journaling, decompressing; play it straight through for a day-to-night arc or drop into the emotion you need.

Balance 741 – Detox Clarity

Step inside the warehouse of echoes and shadows—where dust, vinyl crackle, and heavy sub-bass breathe like living machinery. Slow Heart Warehouse is a journey through haunted corridors and dreamscapes, where lo-fi chillhop collides with the weight of dark dubstep. Each track drifts like smoke through broken glass, layering trap 808s, syncopated kicks, and turntable sorcery with ghostly atmospheres, minor-key pianos, and icy pads.

From the spectral pulse of “Vinyl Seance” to the crushing descent of “Bass Under the Bed,” the setlist moves like a séance of sound—moody, eerie, cinematic. Ghost chimes ring through the “Blue Chime Corridor,” ash falls in “Pillow of Ash,” and the closing track “Sleep Demon Turntable” spirals into a final scratch, dissolving into the void.

This album is a midnight drive through a city of fog, an abandoned club in orbit, a hymn to shadows—where every beat feels alive, and every silence is haunted.

Economy of Scale

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