This ain’t a song, it’s a war cry with guitar strings. From one chaos-born to another: you didn’t just burn the rulebook, you used it for kindling. “Je suis né pour brûler”? SAME. This is blood, rebellion, and resurrection, and I felt every damn second of it. And that sound? Explosive. Raw. Sharp as broken glass and twice as beautiful. Keep screaming into the void, mon frère, I’m right there with you, matches in hand. 🔥💀🗼⚡

Astradial - Stunning Realness (Original Mix)

This song is an uplifting song, that makes you feel good, It has an R&B soulful dance gospel vibe. To make you sing your heart out😃🎶🎶🎶🙏🇬🇧

You Bring Out The Best In Me

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

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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

Wake Me When It's Over

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Dans l’ombre rouge de Paris, « Rien à Payer » réinvente la révolte à la française. Ce morceau fusionne rock alternatif, énergie punk, et flow rap sur une toile monochrome, où un jeune punk blond défie la nuit au sommet de la ville.

Entre riffs électriques, refrains scandés et attitude rebelle, c’est l’hymne d’une génération qui brûle ses regrets, fait table rase du passé et revendique sa liberté. Plus qu’une chanson, « Rien à Payer » est une déclaration—un cri de renaissance sous les lumières rouges de la capitale.

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In the red shadows of Paris, “Rien à Payer” reinvents French rebellion for a new era. This track fuses alternative rock, punk energy, and rap flow over a monochrome canvas, where a young blonde punk stands defiant atop the city.

With electrifying riffs, shout-along choruses, and a fierce, rebellious spirit, it’s the anthem of a generation burning its regrets, sweeping away the past, and claiming freedom. More than a song, “Rien à Payer” is a declaration—a cry of rebirth under the crimson lights of the city.

🎸🔥🗼❤️‍🔥🎤🔥🗼🎸🔥🗼❤️‍🔥🎤🔥🗼🎸

Tout brûle…
Rien ne me retient.
C’est fini les chaînes,
Je marche sur les cendres.

J’ai vendu mes regrets à la casse,
Effacé les dettes, explosé les glaces,
Pas d’excuses, pas de retour en arrière,
Aujourd’hui, je respire, je brise la poussière.

Ils veulent me voir plié, genoux à terre,
Mais j’crache sur leurs règles, j’ai rien à leur faire.
Le passé, c’est du plomb, j’le jette dans la Seine—
Sur ma peau tatouée, il ne reste plus de chaînes.

Tu croyais m’avoir,
Tu croyais m’étouffer,
Mais j’ai transformé la douleur en force
Et la peur en liberté.

Non !
(Rien à payer !)
Non !
(Rien à regretter !)
Non !
(Rien à plier !)
Non !
(Je suis né pour brûler !)

J’ai rayé leurs visages, effacé les prénoms,
Craché sur leurs lois, repris mon prénom,
Les souvenirs—cendres au vent,
J’renais chaque instant, plus vivant, plus sanglant.

On m’a dit « Tu dois oublier »
Mais j’ai gravé l’avenir dans le béton fissuré.
J’porte le chaos comme une couronne,
Je repars à zéro, et tout le monde frissonne.

Rien à sauver,
Rien à effacer,
J’me fous du passé,
C’est moi qui vais tracer !

Non !
(Rien à payer !)
Non !
(Rien à regretter !)
Non !
(Rien à plier !)
Non !
(Je suis né pour brûler !)

J’ai pris chaque coup, chaque trahison,
Transformé en munitions.
Je suis la tempête, la détonation—
Libéré de toute condition !

Non !
(Rien à payer !)
Non !
(Rien à regretter !)
Non !
(Rien à plier !)
Non !
(Je suis né pour brûler !)

🎸🔥🗼❤️‍🔥🎤🔥🗼🎸🔥🗼❤️‍🔥🎤🔥🗼🎸

Rien à Payer

We gotta make it

Faces in the Crowd
Live at  HardRock Club - Year 2000 Portugal  (sound check)
Carlos R & The Deep Flower Band
Composition, lyrics and vocals - Carlos R
The Band - Nuno Marques, Joao Cabral, Sergio Oliveira
As for the sound quality, it was the best I could do taking into account the recording made with a cell phone.

Faces in the crowd LIVE

In the Arms of Morpheus

When the sun wakes me I don’t feel any warmth
I don’t feel any joy in what the day will bring
Let me return to my slumber
I’ll try to ignore the alarms shrill ring

I want to fall into the arms of Morpheus
I want to lie in the embrace of my dreams
I need to escape my waking days 
They can pass in a haze
Until I am wrapped in the arms of Morpheus

I don’t want to see the light of day
I don’t want to hear the early bird sing
I don’t want to read what the papers say
My bed is king – the light my eyes sting

I want to fall into the arms of Morpheus
I want to lie in the embrace of my dreams
I need to escape my waking days 
They can pass in a haze
Until I am wrapped in the arms of Morpheus

The day it brings pain
The night brings relief
Do I have to go through it all again

The day brings back life cruel reality
It brings back all the mess and the waste
It brings it all back with true clarity
And shows my optimism has been misplaced

I want to fall into the arms of Morpheus
I want to lie in the embrace of my dreams
I need to escape my waking days 
They can pass in a haze
Until I am wrapped in the arms of Morpheus

The day it brings pain
The night brings relief
Do I have to go through it all again

The day it brings pain
The night brings relief
Can’t my dreams stay with me and remain


Thanks to my great friend (rediscovered)  Sandy - for providing the title and chorus - Tombe dans le bras de Morphee

In the Arms of Morpheus

Para escuchar la versión con MV  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/tarde-de-lluvia-rainy-afternoon
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/tarde-de-lluvia

Tarde de lluvia

Hoy la tarde se viste de gris                          
y la lluvia susurra al cristal                            
una canción que da serena paz.

Cada gota aporta su elixir
y la tierra invita con su olor                                              
a disfrutar de esa sensación.
   
Estribillo

Pero del bulevar se esfumó el calor
de la reunión y de la amistad.
Todos van en tropel a buscar protección
y poder sentir la seguridad.

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En el bar se ve la agitación
y la gente opina sin parar
del temporal y de qué pasará.

Todavía hay nubes de carbón 
que el viento quiere disipar
para volver a ver el sol brillar.

Estribillo

Rainy Afternoon

Today the afternoon turns gray
and the rain whispers to the glass
a song that brings serene peace.

Each drop brings its elixir
and the earth invites with its scent
to enjoy that sensation.

Chorus

But the warmth
of reunion and friendship has vanished from the boulevard.
Everyone rushes in, seeking protection
and a sense of security.

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The commotion in the bar is evident
and people constantly discuss
the storm and what will happen.

There are still coal clouds
that the wind wants to dissipate
so they can see the sun shine again.

Chorus

Tarde de lluvia AC

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/paseando-por-paris-modo-lidio
Para escuchar la versión con MV  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/paseando-por-paris

Paseando por París

Es un placer poder vivir
la sensación que da París
de infinita luz y de sensualidad.

Ves claro lo que un día fue
lo que palpita en sus cafés
en sus museos y en su gran libertad.

Estribillo

Al caer la tarde mueve brisa
que acaricia tu bella sonrisa
y que nos da un soplo de felicidad.

Vamos paseando junto al Sena
escoltados por la luna llena
y el rumor del agua nos regala paz.

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Puedes gozar al observar
cualquier rincón de la ciudad
pues te asombrará y te atrapará.

Estribillo

Strolling through Paris

It's a pleasure to experience
the feeling that Paris gives
of infinite light and sensuality.

You see clearly what once was
what throbs in its cafes
in its museums and in its great freedom.

Chorus

As evening falls, a breeze moves
that caresses your beautiful smile
and gives us a breath of happiness.

We stroll along the Seine
escorted by the full moon
and the murmur of the water gives us peace.

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You can enjoy observing
any corner of the city
because it will amaze you and captivate you.

Chorus

Paseando por París AC

Back then you hit that road, trying to get away from me,
But it’s a two-way street, and you’re burning all the way to me,
Can feel the heat! Can feel the heat!
It's happenning tonight, round two for you and me.

You are the freaking best,
Your smile makes me feel blessed
As you step in the room, my heart reaches bloom
Got lost in her perfume
So damn funny i´m impressed,
Just Forget about the rest!
This girl's The freaking best

Time
It's flying by
It feels like it's going too fast
Since she's been in the past
She's the best
I confess
I'm gonna tell her
Tell her she's my world
I'm doing what it takes

It's time to drink and dance ,make it shine
It's time to kiss and laugh, make her smile
Looking straight into your eyes, she cant hide
Tanned skin, groovy hips, summer’s on our side
Gonna make floor and walls shake

Back then you hit that road, trying to get away from me,
But it’s a two-way street, and you’re burning all the way to me,
Can feel the heat! Can feel the heat!
It's happenning tonight, round two for you and me.

You are the freaking best,
Your smile makes me feel blessed
As you step in the room, my heart reaches bloom
Got lost in her perfume
So damn funny i´m impressed,
Just Forget about the rest!

It's time to drink and dance ,make it shine
It's time to kiss and laugh, make her smile
Looking straight into your eyes, she cant hide
Tanned skin, groovy hips, summer’s on our side
won't ever let go, hugging you so tight
it's never too late, we'll catch up on lost time
Headed different ways, but we'll make it right tonight
Take my hand babygirl, gonna make you mine

Floor and walls shaking



The freaking best

Xak Stahl: Alchemist of Sound, Architect of Emotion

Xak Stahl is a genre-blurring music artist, sonic storyteller, and relentless experimenter. Every track he creates is a new world—a kaleidoscope of indie folk, alt-pop, electronica, and global flavors—infused with raw emotion and boundless curiosity. Xak’s music isn’t just heard; it’s felt.

From Shadow to Spotlight

For Xak, music is metamorphosis. His journey began in the shadows, transmuting heartbreak and struggle into songs that glow with hope. Early anthems like “Neon Dreams” and “Rising Through the Darkness” invite listeners to find their own light. His newest project, Major Arcana, channels the mysteries of the Tarot—each song an archetype, each lyric a step along the path from the Fool’s first leap to the wisdom of The World.

More Than Music: A Multisensory Universe

But Xak isn’t confined to sound. As a visual artist and writer, he crafts immersive stories that spill across genres and languages—sometimes haunting, sometimes playful, always honest. Whether he’s conjuring lush soundscapes, weaving bilingual lyrics, or creating striking visuals, Xak’s art dares you to feel deeper and dream wilder.

An Invitation to Transformation

Join Xak Stahl on a sonic odyssey that blurs borders—between genres, between artforms, between you and the music. Each release is an invitation to explore, to heal, to become. For Xak, every song is a spell, every album a universe. The only question is: are you ready to step inside?

Rien à Payer

XAK STAHL

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