A hymn to the inspiration and guidance I feel from flowing water. Five-part a cappella harmony. Straight takes, no editing.
I wrote this in the fall of 1995, the morning after having seen the movie Beyond Rangoon. The climax of the movie comes as a group of Burmese refugees is trying to cross a river marking the Thai border. At the time, I was spending some time every day watching the creek near my house.
keep rolling down river wash our souls clean purify our intention to make ourselves free wash away all resistance from your source to the sea and make the sweet green life grow for my friends and me we who wade in your waters were baptized on your banks were chased over your borders by rockets and tanks scattered ashes upon you, and wept as they sank and floated candles for memory, for praise, and for thanks you trickled in the spring thaw through my parents back yard you drifted in summer, watching young lovers part you roared when the rains came, as i sang in the dark and as long as i live, you will pour through my heart i've been in you for ages; you're my life's blood, and yet - every day when i see you, it's as though we first met i stand close to your falling, and your spray makes me wet and you help me remember what i must not forget.
tjw: all vocals