Album “Sparks & Traces” out in January 2019.
All music and lyrics by Wout
www.wout.ch
Produced, Directed and Arranged by Alex Wilson
www.alexwilson.net
Wout : Vocals, Acoustic Guitars
Alex Wilson : Piano, Hammond & Wurlitzer
Greg Bone : Acoustic and Electric Guitars
Tristan Banks : Drums and Hand percussion
Davide Mantovani : Acoustic and Electric Bass
Jenny Adejayan : Cello
Ant Romero : Percussion on “The Only One”
Vanessa van der Lelij : Vocals on “Sparks”
Pepe Justicia : Flamenco guitar on “Traces”
Nolita Goulding : Backing vocals on “Camping” and “My Best Days”
Guillaume Riondel, Robert Sorio, Alex Wilson, Greg Bone, Tristan Banks & Davide Mantovani: Backing vocals on “The Only One”
All music recorded live at British Grove Studios, June 2018
Sound Engineers : Andrew Cook and Josh Tyrell
Wout – Sparks and Traces
- My Best Days
- Camping with Darth Vader
- Traces
- The Only One (That Got A Way)
- Less Son
- So Swings the Mood
- Sparks
- Fatwash Bistouk (*super extra bonus track)
All music and lyrics by Wout
Produced, Directed, and Arranged by Alex
Wilson
© (p) Wout 2018
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If you could travel time, reappear at moments when
You’d see eye to eye with all of yesterday’s Greatest Men
Understand what drives them
Mingle with Einstein, inside a library
In simple conversation you explain your theories
He’ll absolutely agree
Share a glass of wine with Jesus by the sea
Offer some advice on dealing with divinity
Believe, he’ll listen to me
Sign up with the Beatles, before they were a name
The songs you write inspire and they influence their fame
Your lines like “Let Us Be”, are cheered and acclaimed
You are the biggest hero, your verses travel far
Women start to scream when you are strumming your guitar
In my head the music plays
So many things to say
In my head the music plays
When I imagine getting busy
Living my best days
Wake up in this life, you’ve made it rather far
Only seven Francs of worries in your offline shopping cart –
So when you ask yourself: “What would I change?”
Little comes to mind, you’ve got it all in place
The world is at your feet, and right is in your face
That’s what life’s about –
To have it good enough for you to say out loud:
“Here is Wout! “
In my head the music plays
So many things to say
In my head the music plays
Singing pretty, getting busy, living my Best Days
My Best Days
Don’t want to be like everybody
It’s so easy to close your eyes
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Camping with Darth Vader
I think I know
How these things go
Upon a silver platter
A world is saving you a space
Calm here and now
You lose time anyhow
It ruins or it saves me
Which way will you run
Hard to know which one
I want to become the man I wish Darth Vader was
He’s camping with his son
In a sweet spot in the galaxy far, far away
And all the lines
Outpace you in the mind
They’re tried and justified
Following the road
Taking it to grow
So every day, the sun turns up to say
Something new about us
Lighting it with hope for me
So beautiful and free
I want to become the man I wish Darth Vader was
He’s camping with his son
In a sweet spot in the galaxy far, far away
I’ve been trying so hard
Convince myself with reasons why
The Vader is a real nice guy
And because what I’ve learned
I will not ignore
I will not pretend
I feel lost in this world
To follow what they say
To get myself be heard
It’s becoming absurd
So now I know how these things go
Nothing new about it
To be, the man I chose to be
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Traces
A front yard, on a bench
There’s a man with graying hair
Kind laughing lines, his calm is quite a crown
What are his life’s recollections
What souvenirs have come undone?
Which days have come in first
The sated, or the ones with thirst
Or those that roll-around
That may as well, surprise you
This life it offers things,
Like only Daughters give to Kings
Moments that you treasure every day
And if it is the only thing that I may still recall
Traces I’ll remember most of all
Sometimes when I am there
Inside that man with graying hair
On the bench where with delight
All things seem still
This life it offers things
Like only Daughters give to Kings
Moments that you treasure every day
And if it is the only thing that I may still recall
Traces I’ll remember most of all
And if it is the only thing that I may still recall
Traces I’ll remember most of all
This life it offers things
Like only Daughters give to Kings
Moments that you treasure every day
And if it is the only thing that I may still recall
Please engrave the deepest, above all
Their faces as they follow
Are a relic to the soul
Traces of Something
I can’t describe at all.
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The Only One (That Got A Way)
I often find myself alone in confusing situations
In the room I’m the guy, the thickest mental patient
Nothing goes, doesn’t flow, facts that I don’t know
Just don’t get it, can’t connect, I’m so slow
What the point they’re trying to make
My understanding seems so blue
Is this the new elite that I should to rise up to?
Dual on the left, sharper on the three
Zebra are the voices in the V-duality
You, may be the Only One
You, maybe, the Only One
You may, be the Only One
Here’s how it’s gonna go
The daylight smoke is clearing
I will stop all by myself genetic engineering
With a wife, two kids, a cat, hobbies for illusions
As to get this part of life filled with wow solutions
On a bridge that leads to somewhere: cosine motivation
Yes it’s really coming, this is innovation!
Dual on the left, details in the three
Zebra are the voices in the V-duality
You, may be the Only One
You, maybe, the Only One
You may, be the Only One
It takes years to decide
A few seconds and its done
Genius has its obligations, as do the numb
You disappoint them from the start and then you’re covered, right?
Here’s the trick:
Without a shred of context, answer the right question
So ask me, if this is good news
The One, That Got a Way
You, may be the Only One
You, maybe, the Only One
You may, be the Only One
The One That Got a Way is the Only One that stays
You, may be the Only One
You, maybe, the Only One
You may, be the Only One
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Less Son
Finding what you know beyond the passing years
Shadows slashed and they are still here
Kept inside your chest along with yellow souvenirs
Carefully collected and veneered
It is just a game
Wear it every day
Tricks that you can pull to keep it sane
Mostly you’re OK, the drama goes away
But it leaves the shame
Oh, it leaves the shame
You do the best you can to be an honest man
When flashes rearise that take you back
To days when they was God
Their voices that remind you
All good is owed to them
Everything they’ve done
With no one there to guide
Nothing’s given true grace
Solely responsible
For making the most of it all
All the stones they threw, titles that they gave
Fires they feared out; all justified
What you wanted most
With words that would not come
To be a worthy son
It is just a game and every day
Lessons how you laugh at who you are to keep it sane
It’s better when you say, “why worry now”
Let’s leave the shame
Oh leave the shame
You do the best you can to be an honest man
When things don’t go as perfectly as planned
When you talk to God and silence is the answer
Let the light shine in, shine on everything
So here’s to now, and here’s to good grace
Make the most of it all
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So Swings the Mood
There’s a tiny conversation
Someone listens, or knows how to pretend
Fills the gaps, masks the silence
Keeps the pose, throws a cool and casual glance
As to capture a word of anything she says
I smile, to show I am at ease
This is confidence she will soon perceive
No “faux-semblants”, nothing on the mind
If beauty talks, I’ll answer perfectly
Would she mind, if I impressed her?
Feel no need to scrape the mind and break it
With the feathers flying as they do
Hear the call, singing “Hey beautiful!
Come collect the happiness that I can give to you”
Can she hear the vain hope singing?
A movement of her finger
Cuts a heart, out from the carpet; just for me
I confess I really hope it’s working
This is the day my final strategy!
And I drum my fingers on the table
I am not nervous
There’s no significance
So Swings the Mood when she stands
Without a word
Not a single stare
There goes another
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Sparks
Its 4:04 in the morning
The entire world is sleeping
Admiring the secrets
A club I cannot join
It may not even help at all
To picture all those resting souls
While voices, loyal customers
Are making new demands
Same results, so many possibilities
Chasing after all the lights
Everynight is running without end
Its madness
You calm me down
This would be such a different life had I
Not found this love these Sparks
With you next to me
Things will be all right
And tomorrow is a good day to write
Revised experiments seem better than the queuesI may not be entitled to these burdens
I put myself through
Chasing after all the lights
Everymnight is running without end
its madness
You calm me down
This would be such a different life had I
Not found this love these Sparks
With you next to me
Things will be all right
Glowing in the gloom
Sparks that show the light
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Fatwash Bischtouk
Fatwash Bischtou
Bih Deli Bih Deli Bih Deli Boum
Darksaïd Damoon
Kyndagin Damira Bloum
Koun Triwin Disera
Hai Hey Hi Heu Hu Ho Hai
Chiknode Misürch
A Pouschtrelle Titrovv
Sure Dadaja Nabirrikin Issaski Nihoh
Ma Kuyoor Mined
Teh Lami No
E Lehta Biche Tobila Poustranella Era Hir
Hey !
Fatwash Bischtouk
Bih Deli Bih Deli Bih Deli Boum
Darksaïd Damoon
Kyndagin Damira Bloum
Koun Triwin Disera
Hai Hey Hi Heu Hu Ho Hai
