The worst heartbreak is the one where you have to separate from your older self. The one you have to come out of your flesh;
This mixtape is curating death and rebirth. Follow me, through a passage of denial, anger depression, and acceptance.

This was my mix for the NTS supporter radio contest.

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Rebirth

The Secret Room

endléa @fazenda_cao 15.12.2025

This is the very first mixtape from DJ Breeze. Just the beginning — turn it up and enjoy the journey!

Breeze and Bass Vol.01 Mix_Tape

Original autobiographical piece about missed chances, grit and resilience.

In The Running

The dark, mysterious undersea world of the octopus.

The Octopus

Me: Dear God, please hear my prayer.
God: Ok, I have a few minutes. What is the matter?
Me: We have many conflicts on Earth. Please give us peace.
God: Where are you? I have so many worlds to administer, I lose track of them all.
Me: Earth is located in the Orion spur of the Perseus arm of the Milky Way galaxy.
God: Ah, I vaguely remember it. That was an early experiment to develop a technologically-advanced civilization. It didn't turn out very well.
Me: Can you do anything to stop us from killing each other?
God: Umm... You haven't developed nuclear weapons, have you?
Me: Yes, we have got nuclear weapons.
God: Shucks. Okay, I'll put in a temporary protection order for you. But you'll have to work through your own problems. Right now I am distracted by a huge problem in another galaxy.
Me: Can Jesus help us?
God: Oh, I vaguely remember. I sent an emissary to your planet 2000 years ago. That was a lot of work for me. Since then you've screwed things up so badly, I don't know why I bothered.
Me: He has made a difference in my life!
God: That's wonderful. Now you have to realize that there are three or four dangerous supernovas and black holes that I have to deal with every day. According to my database, there's no galactic threat to your planet at the moment.
Me: That's good to know. But it doesn't make me feel much better.
God: I will get back to you.

The Big Picture

[Verse 1]
We  rolled into town in the gleam of the frost,
From Red Deer, from Rimouski,at personal cost.
A honk for the workers, a flag held high—
In the heart of the capital under a sullen sky.

[Verse 2]
There was laughter in alleys, guitars in the cold,
Lanterns of kindness where stories were told.
They fed one another, they swept every street—
Canada’s heartbeat in rhythm and beat.

[Chorus]
The Feds broke their own laws to break our will,
Free speech was a slogan… 'til the truth stood still.
They jailed the peaceful, they painted us black—
But we sang through the night, and we never looked back.

[Verse 3]
Tamara spoke strongly, her eyes burning bright,
A mother of reason in the glare of the fight.
Chris kept it steady, through pressure and spite,
The charge sheet was fiction, the courtroom a blight.

[Verse 4]
Where was the Charter they taught us in school?
Where are the judges who answer to rule?
They froze every dollar, they smeared every name—
For honking a horn, they brought riot and shame.

[Chorus]
Oh Canada, where is your spine?
When the free are in cuffs for what was not a crime.
No looting, no fire, no riot, no raid—
Just working-class voices the regime betrayed.

[Bridge]
What good is the charter, if it's crushed in the snow?
If dissent gets you shackled, how free do we go?
They built the gallows, their law us to mock,
While we shoveled the sidewalks and passed out warm socks.

[Verse 5]
The courtrooms are theatre, the Crown wears a mask—
They punish the question, not even the ask.
But winter remembers what spring dares regret:
That liberty dies when the people forget.

[Final Chorus]
So raise up your banner, your thermos, your pride—
We still have the truth, and we won’t step aside.
From the farms to the towns to the Parliament Hill,
The convoy still echoes—
and the people still will.

Freedom Convoy

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Lyrics Translation:

Your voice still echoes
I'm alive in the darkness

In this labyrinth of silent dread
we walk through Love Like Blood we bled
Shadows blaze in the whiteout’s gleam
our hearts are chained to a synthetic dream

Your voice still echoes
I'm alive in the darkness

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Synthetic Dream II (Blader Version)

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, but mainly computer scientist.

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endléa pronounced /ˈɛndleɪə/

Professional software developer. Amateur composer, photographer, chef. (Note I am not the other Geoffrey Falk in Toronto who writes music. That's Geoffrey David Falk, who often goes by just "Geoffrey Falk.")

Fahey sounds like a free-association songwriter version of Tom Petty over richly textured, Dylan-meets-Feelies Americana arrangements in such wry, wordy gems..." 
— Chris Riemenschneider "Minneapolis Star Tribune" (2016)

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