great sound Takayuki - love your Hendrix sound - fire

working that #9! - hot rhythm playing too and riffing -

Great playing Takayuki! Love your guitar tone on this too!

That is some aggresive guitar playing...what cereal do you eat?

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

Don't Be Cruel Elvis Presley cover

Pour affronter le morne mois de novembre, nous vous proposons une chanson légère et sautillante qui parlera à votre âme d'enfant!
To face the gloomy month of November, we offer you a light and lively song that will speak to your inner child!
(PS In France , fairground carousels offer children the chance to grab a pompom. Whoever catches it wins a free ride!)

MICKEY 'S TAIL
In the cinema of childhood
one can get bored hard
But sometimes, a lucky moment—
A day at the fairground.
Raising and lowering the plane,
With an easy lever,
The precious rag in our hands,
And our eyes light up.

All our victories are trivial,
But what joy in that sensation,
taking oneself for the hero,
feeling like Santos-Dumont.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

At the age of love’s parades,
Turning and dancing in discos,
All the dancers spinning round,
Looking to make a conquest.
beating around the bush
Awkward and clumsy,
when smiles finally meet,
 The ship can sail.

All our stories are temporary,
But what joy in that sensation,
feeling handsome in the mirror,
feeling like Alain Delon.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

Life, it’s a true lottery,
The wheel turns and leaves us dizzy
Losers or superheroes,
We swing from laughter to tears.
But when I’m with you,
I’m five years old, I feel that joy
Of a child who’s struck it rich,
Who’s just grabbed the moon 

All our memories are illusions,
But what joy in that sensation,
Skipping alone down the sidewalks,
Feeling like Patrick Dupont.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

Passages

La queue du Mickey (translated)

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Caryatid of Freedom (Extended version)

The song was submitted to the Polish pre-selection for Eurovision 2025

Vocal : Magdalena Meisel, Jacek Przydryga
Music : Magdalena Meisel, Jacek Przydryga, Jarosław Toifl
Lyrics : Krzysztof Wartak
Producer/publisher : Krzysztof Wartak, Malovana

The origins of the creation of a musical piece :

On July 12, a text was written about the Statue of Liberty

On July 13, there was an attack on Donald Trump

The Statue of Liberty was designed by the French sculptor Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi, while the internal structure was designed by the famous engineer Gustave Eiffel (the same one who designed the Eiffel Tower). Eiffel created an internal steel skeleton that enabled the statue to withstand strong winds and structural movements.

The Statue of Liberty was the inspiration for writing the text. We called it Caryatid because it is a decorative column in the form of a figure. Caryatids support the cornices against the ceiling collapsing. The song talks about her upholding Freedom and caring between heaven and earth.

Lyrics :

Statue de la liberté!
 
You stand like
A strong caryatid between
Earth and sky
You are armed
With metal forever
 
You are like
A mother who protects us
All the time
You do everything
To carry on

Take our burden away
Forever
Keep the flame  burning 
And never
Let it go out       
Never
                                                                                                                                                                                                 
Stay ready and don’t give up
Never
Keep the flame  burning
And never
Let it go out       
Never

You are one
And only in the world
A caryatid carrying the heaviest load

Above you only the sky
And under your feet
Broken chains
You keep the flame of freedom
Alive   

Statue de la liberté!
 
Take our burden away
Forever
Keep the flame  burning 
And never
Let it go out       
Never
                                                                                                                                                                                                 
Stay ready and don’t give up
Never
Keep the flame  burning
And never
Let it go out       
Never

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CARYATID OF FREEDOM

Caryatid of Freedom

Petit blues ou grosse déprime...Les dimanches sont parfois difficiles...
Small transient sadness or deep despair...Sometimes Sundays are hard.

TRANSLATION


I hate Sundays

This is the end of the Week
these days chaining me
I climb down the ladder
A little... disoriented
They advise me to rest
they advise me movie nights 
in my head voices are calling
And the trap closes is closing

I hate Sundays
all these dreadful hours
How I hate weekends
Without you near
I hate Sundays
And their tasteless tea
Oh, how I ‘d like
You come back 

While others celebrate
With champagne and canapés
I raise my glass alone
To the end of eternity
The awful hour has come
the righteous and the kind ones
are giving up slowly
kicking the bucket

I hate Sundays
all these dreadful hours
How I hate weekends
Without you near
I hate Sundays
And their tasteless tea
Oh, how I ‘d like
You come back 
Bridge

I’ve fled every party
Avoided the laughters
Like a tiny puppet 
or a wax doll in tears
But I know one Sunday
Tired of this waiting
I’ll take my revenge
On these faded years

Je hais les dimanches (with translation)

Dave Cooper sent me the lyrics and I had a tune in my head , with help from Kim on backing vocals we all came up with this , we do hope you like it ! The 3 of us have a really good Country Rock song out in a couple of weeks . Next up is a real rocker me and Kim adopted from Skippy ( Mary Augustson ) followed by a lovely song with lyrics by Tony Harris with an Easter theme . Charlotte and I have just finished a beautiful song , so that will be out soon as well as a great track that's being put together with Gaz , plus more from me and Kim and soon to put a song together written by David Dunham with Axel Menningen doing what he does best ! Phew , I need a holiday !
Remember me and Charlotte and our album , links below , thank you so much for your support , it means the world !
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nWWNcrIRv08J_eEbL7MJ_1UTdMo0MjJLM
https://open.spotify.com/album/78ewrWZjS41XvHT9mFWd6O?si=yDMcRADSSrOdWlanz6UPMw

Walk Away

Hey SoundCloud peeps!🤗 Here’s another chiptune for you! Blame Mary for the title, and her obsession with cute, fluffy creatures! And don’t mind if the poor alien or creature from another dimension (whatever it is... it could’ve come straight out of one of our guitarist’s fever dreams) plugged the jack into the strap hook instead of the output of its guitar with 5 tuning keys and 6 strings! A cute little pink creature like that gets a free pass, right? We hope you’ll also forgive us for creating all of this.😅
See you in a few days with a real song. Catch you in the comments!🫶
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