From the recording Trumpets Around The World
Camping by a river in New Hampshire, this hymn of fernweh came to Saskia, formerly marked for a drum-n-bass bossa treatment, subsequently stepped down into a lilting, breezy bossa, spirited by Rob Gaasterland’s re-processing of Laroo’s croon and mixing of Byrd’s sweltering mists of sonority and contrasting crystal keys. Saskia lends loping upright bass to the mix. Trumpet and keys do break off solos in a sort of tandem dance. Notably, Gaasterland had her rerecord the vocals of the main verse at his Studio de Boot, supplanting the original ones done via her laptop’s internal mike. His clever technical work distills dreaminess enhancing it’s theme: the wish to run to nature, eschewing reality.
Lyrics
(Saskia:)
Down by the river, I hear your voice
Down by the river, I have no choice
Down by the river, calling me
All from the mountains till the sea
Down by the river, the river, the river, the river
When I feel bad, when I feel sad
when I feel alone I long for that tone
I wanna live in a dream
Things are not what they seem
Things are not the way they used to be
Reality is facing me
Bad memories are hunting me
'Bout things I did wrong
And how they want me to be
I wanna be in a waterfall
I want to forget about it all
Down by the river, I hear your voice
Down by the river, I have no choice
Down by the river, calling me
All from the mountains till the sea
Down by the river
From the mountain to the sea
All the way you're calling me
From the mountain to the sea
All the time you're calling me
From the mountain to the sea
All the way you're watching me
From the mountain to the sea
All the time you're watching me
Down by the river, I hear your voice
Down by the river, I have no choice
Down by the river, calling me
All from the mountains till the sea
Down by the river, I hear your voice
Down by the river, I hear your voice
Down by the river, I hear your voice
All from the mountains, I hear your voice
Down by the river