Riding on Steel - Video Cover of song written by Parson Thru

By hudsonmoon

Sat, 27 Jun 2015
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Riding on Steel

by Kevin Buckle

That be 'ol Parson hisself hoisting a wine in the cover photo.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0MwQ31eUStU

D
Riding through mist
         G          D
and pouring rain
D
thoughts turn to shadows
         G                   A
that drift with the scene
D
dank steaming towns
          G            D
and statues in macs
D
the boy in the window
        A                     D
the girl who stares back

D
By rivers of sorrow
       G               D
on bridges of steel
D
through clattering switches
          G                   A
and screeching of wheels
D
I brush away moisture
        G                         D
and peer through the glass
D
but see no tomorrow
             A                 D
for the man on the tracks

D
Cold condensation
         G                  D
and glowing red light
D
diffuse into music
        G             A
and softly-lit lives
D                  
dark misted woodlands
         G                D
and glimpses of sea
D
are signposts to you
        A                   D
and lost roads for me

Chorus

D
Torn between beds
G                 D
a girl and a boy
D
are coasting through sadness
        G                        A
and blasting through joy
D
fallen from heaven
         G                D
and destined for hell
D
all things to all men
       A                         D
no surprise when we fell

D
The station approaches
       G             D
the day is in sight
D
can’t think from which side
            G        A
of this car to alight
D
it’s kind of like fun
         G              D
the ambiguous kind
D
but where lies my heart?
         A                       D
and where runs my mind?

Chorus

Certificate U
Poem

Comments

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hey, hey, hey! Thwart the toppest singest, oh brother of the sobering moonoverhudson. Sing this ditty to kick out hatred from a troubled worrld. Knock down all the beautiful buildings that secrete black hearts. Build an empty vista of true love, not the lies that hide in scripts. Sing for everyone from Kenya to Manhattan to Baghdad to Sousse who can't sing for themselves anymore. Sing for the world you want. Sing for your grandchildren's children. Cheers.

Parson Thru

Submitted by celticman on

music brings poetry to a different place, a different space. I'm glad to say you worked it that way. The boy that looks in windows and the girl that stares back play their part. 

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Thanks, Jack. As soon as I read it I knew I wanted to sing it. I was just surprised that Parson hadn't done it himself. It lifted my spirits. I thank him for that.

Rich

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

My singing is usually more laid back, Kevin. But it felt good singing it. It's now part of my kitchen-table repotoire. We must hook up one time and write one together. Thanks for letting me do this.

Rich

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Having a lost for words day, Rich.  If only everything in life was as pleasurable as watching you sing those words so long gurgled down the on-liney plug-hole.

Parson Thru

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Ah, thanks, Kevin. I wanted something new to sing. And it suddenly occurred to me that you play guitar and like to sing as well, so there must good lyrics of yours lying about. Lucky me to have found them. It's something I now sing for my own pleasure. Thank you for that. Peace, brother. 

Rich