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

The Wild Hunt

On Dirty Ground

Vox : Screaming Jay Snider
Drums : Mateusz 'Mat' Melanowski
Guitars/ Bass/ Mix& Production : Chris Schlü

Written by Chris / Lyrics by Jay

Video by @overdrive_music
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DJCtidcOGA5/

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Loc dró Produced Type Beat Trap - "Best Vibe" (Audio)

an excerpted poem American Dream Ballad © by Byron Haskins

I want to be free
I want you to be free with me
I'm dreaming of democracy

I'm thinking of a place
without someone criticizing me
where love is in the blood
without toxic waste.
where who you love 
is a matter if taste.
thinking a place
where they don't rip you off
where's there's not struggle 
to be on top
where they don't just 
lock you up
with great women and men
and everyone defends
democracy

where slavery was fought
where cultures were brought
where hatred is out
where friends are sought

it's time to do some freedom
it's time to do some democracy
adios to projects against America
bienvenu a amor
do you wanna be free?
do you wanna free me?
come dream with me
maybe its a dream
but lets take America back
to democracy.

2025

adb#610

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Voice of Reason

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I was originally thinking of a talkbox like effect for the guitar on the title phrase. Turns out you can't emulate that inside a daw very well. So I was sticking to a vocoder in combination with a wah pedal, both driven by voice input which sounded pretty cool to my ear. 
Did you ever experiment with Talkbox/ vocoder fxs on guitar? Lmk, I'm interested!

Track construction - Combstead // @markcombs-928282858
Lead guitar - Chris
Mix - Combstead / Chris
Mastered - Chris
Artwork - Chris

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Gritty, melodic, and defiant; it’s the sound of getting back up again.

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