All Shook Up Elvis Presley cover

Inspirés par les magnifiques citronniers de Crète...
Inspired by wonderful Greek lemon trees

Under the Lemon Tree

Sitting under the lemon tree,
I was leafing through the newspapers
Nothing new beneath the cobblestones,
And the river has run dry.
Always the same old stories
In these sad pages
I’m in such need of calm,
Of caresses on my cheeks.
And under the lemon tree, you’re watching
This world turned upside down,
You have everything to please me.
Fingers stained black from the paper,
A mind swarming with distractions.
I breathed in the lemon tree,
A bitter taste on my tongue.
Not in a rush to lock myself away,
I’d rather get some fresh air,
Dream beneath its velvety leaves,
Softened at its feet.

Under its shade I once tasted
The flavor of love and time.
Tomorrow’s life so pale,
Tomorrow’s life so fade,
So fade.
And under the lemon tree, you’re watching
This world turned upside down,
You have everything to please me.
Busy watching
The people passing by, with nose up,
It seems they’ve forgotten
How to keep their feet on the ground.
Figs and jasmine nearby
Greet us in the wind,
they will carry away our words,
Backward, forward.
And under the lemon tree, you’re watching
This world turned upside down,
You have everything to please me.

Sous le citronnier

All We Want

Lovesong légère subventionnée par Monsieur Meubles...
Love ballad subsidised by a famous French furniture shop...: I wish I were a chair...

Here I try a translation in english for those who want to know what this is about...
#lyrics

I wish I were a chair
To hold you in my arms
You’d be sitting at ease
At meal times
At tea time I would be
right in the living room
the perfect option
For your conversation

If we fancy a nap
we’ll change continents
Switch from Louis XVI
To a swinging hammock 
I will take you all in
On the braided fabric
I will gently rock you 
From your head to your toes

When bedtime comes
My velvet backrest
Would make you want
To talk about love
Your gaze resting
On my satin arms,
what a Privilege, intrewined
Until the morning comes


But you should beware
If you move too much
If you get restless
seeking for something new
maybe something better
Here is my hypothesis
You might one day fall down
Fall down from this chair

Small couch or Méridienne 
Or charming sofa
No matter the divan
As long as bliss is here
Both of us lying down
Under the soft duvet
Slowly falling asleep
Breathing in the thrill

Je voudrais être une chaise

Produced, arranged, mix and master by hLo(@hLo-64)
Music, Lyrics & Vocals: Hervé Louradour
French lyrics and English traduction below...

Cela fait dix ans que cette chanson sommeille dans un carton,
Un fragment de pensée, une esquisse d’émotion.
Aujourd’hui, je la sors de son cocon,
Pour lui donner des ailes, enfin, après tant d’attente.

Certaines paroles n’ont pas besoin de sens,
Elles viennent, comme un souffle, comme un instant.
Tout est parti d’une phrase, une seule, qui me hantait :
« Le Temps qui passe n’efface pas
Les traces, de l’absence des cadences,
Ni l’enfance.
Endormis, impuissants que nous sommes,
Nous, les Hommes. »

Les Papillons…
Ils me fascinent.
De la chenille fragile et prisonnière,
Émerge un être libre,
Qui craque sa chrysalide,
Déploie ses ailes et s’envole.

Leur vie est brève, à peine 15 jours,
De l’œuf à la lumière,
Un parallèle troublant,
Avec nos existences fragiles et fugaces.
Nous aussi,
Nous sommes des Papillons.

Lyrics ---------------------
COMME DES PAPILLONS:
Le temps qui passe
 N’efface pas les traces 
De l’absence des cadences 
Ni l’enfance
 Endormis impuissants que nous sommes 
Nous les Hommes (X2)

Le temps qui passe
 N’élimine pas les âmes 
Ni les blâmes 
Etonnés par les ombres que nous sommes 
Nous les Hommes (X2)

Refrain (X2):
 Alors nous nous serrons
 Comme des papillons
 Qui attendent leur tour
 A l’orée du jour

Le temps qui passe
 N’efface pas les traces
 Des désirs si tenaces
 Qui nous lassent
 Emportés par les vagues qui nous assomment 
Nous les Hommes (X2)

Le temps qui passe
 N’empêche pas l’errance
 De nos rêves 
Qui s’achèvent
 Décimés par nos guerres imbéciles  
Nous les Hommes (X2)

Alors nous nous serrons
 Comme des papillons
 Qui attendent leur tour
 A l’Orée du jour

--------------------------------------------------
Ten years ago, this song lay dormant in a drawer,
A fragment of thought, a sketch of emotion.
Today, I release it from its cocoon,
To finally give it wings, after so much waiting.

Some words don’t need meaning,
They come like a breath, like a fleeting moment.
It all began with a single phrase, one that haunted me:
"Time goes by
Doesnt’ erase the traces
Of the absence of rhythms
Nor of childhood
Drowsy and powerless as we are
We Humans"

Butterflies…
They fascinate me.
From a fragile, imprisoned caterpillar,
Emerges a free being,
Breaking its chrysalis,
Unfurling its wings, and taking flight.

Their lives are brief, barely 15 days,
From egg to light,
A troubling parallel,
With our fragile, fleeting existences.
We too,
Are butterflies.

Lyrics ---------------------
LIKE BUTTERFLIES 
Time goes by
Doesnt’ erase the traces 
Of the absence of rhythms
Nor of childhood
Drowsy and powerless as we are
We Humans

Time goes by
Doesn’t obliterate the souls
Nor the blames
Stunned as we are by our shadowy figures
We Humans

Refrain. 
 We then stick together
Like butterflies  waiting for their turn
At the break of day

Time goes by
Doesn’t erase the traces 
Of stubborn desires
That wear us down
Benumbed  as we are by rolling waves 
We humans

Time goes by
And our dreams keep wandering
So close to their end
Wiped out by our domestic feuds
We Humans

Then we stick together
Like butterflies  waiting for their turn
At the break of day

Traduction par Gérard Hugues

Comme des Papillons

The Wild Hunt

Hope' is a creation by Esencias that transports you to a sonic universe full of depth and meaning. This piece blends progressive and ambient elements to craft an immersive atmosphere, rich in textures and emotions. With each note, 'Hope' evokes a sense of mystery and contemplation, guiding the listener to a space where thoughts flow and transform. It’s a sonic journey that invites reflection and reconnection with something beyond the tangible.

Hope

After I wrote Leone a friend suggested that the song told too much of the story.  Since he's a proper successful musician who knows a lot I took his advice to heart.  I changed the lyrics so that they told less of the story.  I suppose he was right about the song, but I never felt completely satisfied with the results.  lI suppose I've felt that the new version, the one that's been on this site for a long time, was somehow less honest.  So I've restored the original lyrics, remixed and remastered the song.  
Feb 2, 2025.

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
She shared her name with her car
Funny what memories do
Except for the end of her tale
Her name and her car were all that I knew

Verse 2:
I really didn’t know her at all
But even now I remember her name
The thing thing that made her easy to recall
Her name and her car’s were exactly the same

Chorus 1:
Leone was a friend of my first wife
After we split I didn’t see her any more
A Subaru Leone - that's the car that she drove
They stopped making those cars in 1994

Verse 3:
I’m not going to tell you the story
You can look it up for yourself
Boxing Day 2004
If you’re old enough you'll remember it well

Verse 4:
She was lost with so many
A quarter of a million on that day alone
So many people died on that day
But Leone was the only one I’d ever known

Chorus 2:
Tragedies happen all of the time
Somewhere in the world every day
We've all felt the ripples in time
No matter how far away

Verse 5:
Big stories and small
All those beginnings and ends
Leone's final story was sad story
It’s mostly remembered by her family and friends

Verse 6:
She shared her name with her car
Funny what memories do
Except for the end of her tale
Her name and her car were all that I knew

Leone (original lyrics)

Composer : Karl Heimgartner Dat :01.12.2024/ © Copyright
Artist: Carlito Home by Karl Heimgartner 
Genre: Blues Shuffle 
Single: 2025 
Lyrics: Karl Heimgartner / English 
Track : 05
Mix and Mastering Christine Sampson by MTM Mastering True Music Production.
Thank you so much for your Mix and Mastering Freddie and your MTM Team.

https://masteringtruemusicproductions.es/

https://youtu.be/yA785MVlS4o

Guitar Player at the Campfire

Stuck into a swamp in the middle of nowhere
I don't need anything just want to get some air
A Mini Moke stops for a little while
Behind her cigarette I can see her smile
Her perfume is so potent it oppresses my chest
A river of diamonds falls between her breasts
Then the headlights light a magic gate
Unveilling under the moon a fabulous estate
It's written
WELCOME HERE
WELCOME TO PARADISE
WELCOME HERE
ONLY FOR YOUR EYES

Champagne springs from the fountains of the park
And flows into the pool infested by sharks
I don't know where to go in this daedalus
It's raining narcissus... In and around the palace
Under their silky veils some voracious cougars
Move around me like porno stars
A redhead girl with lifeless eyes
Come close to me in a strange disguise
She says
WELCOME HERE
WELCOME TO PARADISE
WELCOME HERE
YOU WON'T BELIEVE YOUR EYES (bis)

A sudden gust washes the stars away
And uproots the trees of the alley way
The sky is crumbling Am I dreaming ?
Now all is dark not even a gleam

WELCOME HERE
WELCOME TO PARADISE

So I close my eyes and all disapears
I can feel the fire, thunder in my ears
I'm cold and it never ends
From a cross a blue christ bends
He says
WELCOME HERE
WELCOME TO PARADISE
WELCOME HERE
NEVER TRUST YOUR EYES


Hope

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