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The Path * Instrumental

Here’s my latest song written at my real acoustic piano. 

Thank you so much to my lovely Sander for mastering. 
@wane-of-summer 😊💕🎶❤️🎼🎵🎹🎤❤️

You’ve stolen my heart
Killed all my doubts
And now I’m falling
Head over heels

And now I’m wondering 
If you’ll be my partner in crime

You’ve robbed my soul
Set me aflame 
And now I’m burning
Just for you

Oh sentence me
Oh sentence me

Illusion Machine

*Listen w Headphones!

(intro) Missing that silly humor 😂
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZKCgtTSL6QQ

Tribute to Gene Wilder & co / Young Frankenstein

Movie Info
Young Frankenstein (1974)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Young_Frankenstein
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Samples used

S.O.S. Band
Michael Jackson
James Brown
Eddie van Halen (isolated solo)
Santana (short sample)
Guthrie Govan (Guitars funk / Jimi Hendrix style)
Bob Marley
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Remixed by LS 2023/2024.

Secret Music Room - Young Frank Tribute

Am bien mal

I see him each morning, hair askew, face needing to be mowed with an electric razor, a face wrinkled and weathered by experience and decisions good and bad.  None the less, I am thankful he is looking back at me; I'm still alive and thankful to have another day.  
Peter's poetic meditation begins like a prayer and becomes deeply introspective into how life has changed the man looking back at him.  His initial inspiration was Arvo Part's "Spiegel im Spiegel" but for this reflective journey, he asked pianist Debra Buesking to accompany him which she does  with great feeling and eloquence.  I come into the picture as the one invited to bring them together for a memorable moment, a great honor and a labor of love for two of my favorite Soundcloud artists.  More of Peter's thoughtful music and spoken word can be found @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks, and more of Debbie's beautiful playing can be found @debra_buesking.

Some Words for Mr. Part:

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was
dangling spare.
And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons
badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.
Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord
deems replete.
As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed
of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven
sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.
But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now
confounded hopes.
So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.
But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some
worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

Cover : https://tomasmoraart.artstation.com/projects

WANDERING NIGHT.   🎧

A few people have contacted me about the original track "Talking to myself",   and asked if they could hear an acoustic version, so here it is. appreciate your likes/comments/plays etc etc

Hope you like 

G

Talking To Myself (Acoustic)

Another one done from the album Wou-Wou & the Wormling, Bitzone, Stricknice, and I have been working on for almost 5 years now! You can definitely hear some of those 2020 themes in these songs. I feel like the world is starting to change and new themes will start emerging, so we had better finish up soon, lol. There are definitely two more songs from the set still to be released, and maybe a bonus track, and then we will be done…It has been a dream to work with these guys! I wonder what's next?

May everyone who’s looking, find an incredible team of musicians to work with. 

Track Credits:
Stricknice: Guitars, Keys, Samples
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Keys, Samples, Additional Drums, Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
https://www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Drums, Bass, Guitar, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
https://www.instagram.com/wouwouandthewormling
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Samples, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

Yo, this is your daily routine rap
4:30 already and it’s time to hit snooze cause you know waking up is wack
5:30 already and I am looking for excuse to get right back in the sack  
Gotta brush the teeth and I can’t forget the gums everyday I’m fighting that plaque 
Heading downstairs I’m already on the run to eat breakfast and pack a snack
Next to get dressed I always put the layers on to keep warm yet still look like a mac
Then I’m out the door one hour past dawn to get to work without catching no slack

Wake up
Time to wake up

Yo, time to hit the routine again
3:30 already and I should be off the clock but my boss said I had to work late
4:30 already and I gotta bust out daycare can no longer wait 
Gotta hit the drive through and get the kid a snack it’s been 2 hours since she last ate
CDs in the player for an hour of tunes you know rush hour traffic don’t abate
When I get home I take the dog for a walk so he can find a pole to finally liberate 
Then it’s time to cook dinner got no time to work out so you know I’m gonna pack on that weight

Wake up
Time to wake up

Yo, we’re not done yet
8:30 already need to get the kid ready for bed but she  still wants to play
9:30 already and kid still isn’t ready now we’re yelling cause there’s no other way
I wanna keep my cool but I’ve had it up to here and I just want to get on with the day
Dishes keep pilling and the laundry needs drying and the mess needs to all be put away
Instead I check out, binge a show, and stay up late even though tomorrow I’ll have to pay  
Then I fall asleep on the couch just to do it all again it’s all just a big cliche. 

Wake up
Time to wake up

It’s time to wake the fuck up

Wake Up!

Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & The Wormling, and the Couch King - Wake Up!

Song written  by Maaskant/de Fouw.
recorded at the Wilson1963  studio. Heerhugowaard.
All instruments  by Wilson1963  And Andre Maaskant.

Dance Across The Water.

When I was 9 years I got my first guitar lesson.
From then on I played in numerous coverbands.
In 2020 I stopped playing gigs and started to work in my home studio.
All of the songs on SoundCloud are own compositions.

Wilson just want to make music for the fun. And thanks to all the people who take the time to come and listen. Lots of love And greetings from The Netherlands🇳🇱 No Fame Just Fun. 
In my YouTube Chanel Willem de Fouw you will find a clip of me recording in my studio.
https://youtu.be/KOUyLsIZIVM

https://youtu.be/cya7ryz2PwU

https://youtube.com/shorts/ils9GF3gyvI?feature=share.    So be it

The link below a collaboration Juan Aguirre and Wilson.

https://soundcloud.com/juan_aguirre/juan-aguirre-featuring-wilson-tides/s-FqBdxBX4i0Q?si=6d0a8a184eb248a7bd79c7a9f5a9282b&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

E-mail w.defouw@hotmail.com

Dance Across The Water.

Willem de Fouw (Wilson 1963

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