I grew up in Ithaca, NY, where the bumper stickers proclaim "Ithaca is gorges". There are many awe-inspiring gorges in the area, indeed, and this song was mostly written while sitting by the water down in a gorge along Six Mile Creek, back in 1996.

The 6/8 lilt of this song's beat always ramps into an awesome groove with the percussionists when I play it at the open mic Wednesdays at the Skunk Hollow Tavern. I don't know why I don't think to play it more often.

In this recording, the echoes and rich sampled cellos bring a lush, mesmerizing feel. Recorded in 2008 at mangobananas studios, Ithaca, NY. All sounds by me and Logic Pro (drums, cellos, Rhodes piano via samplers/modelers).

This is from the album 'refresher'. There's also an older version from 1996 here.

Thanks for listening!

-Andy

moving along

my cable box is tuned in
to a screen full of snow
I'm static and protected
watching white noise flow
by waterfalls and gorges
I'm put in my place
sediments in layers
river carves a trace

	listen to the song
	echoing in the gorge
	listen to the beat
	moving along
	listen to the song
	echoing in the gorge
	listen to the beat
	moving along

questions disconnected
sparkling river shines
breathing deep and stretching
trying to find rhymes
always masquerading
wallowing in dreams
life is not believing
things are what they seem


17 June 1996
©1996 Andy Wyatt