High On Your Pony

A quirky piece, exploring the lack of quiet in the city. ‘High On Your Pony’ tells of the man who rode the footpaths of King Street, Newtown on his mobility scooter, blasting Elvis songs on high volume from his loud speakers. It explores the push and pull between him and the songwriter simply trying to get a melody sorted in her head as she walks the streets of her neighbourhood.
High On Your Pony
The sun’s falling west and the clouds are on show
I’m walking in Newtown, it’s all shine and flow
Got a song in my head with an easy-go rhyme
And the rhythm is kicking in, six-eight time
 Riding high on my pony tonight
Riding high tonight
 Maybe a new song to take home and play
Just get to the bridge, now I’m feeling my way
So I’m stepping it through and dancing the beat
I smile like a queen, I‘m the queen of King Street
 Riding high on my pony tonight
Riding high tonight
Then something comes clashing and thundering through
Here comes the king and he’s playing for you
My six-eight is gone, and I’ve lost that swing
I might be a queen, but he is the king
Riding high on his pony tonight
Riding high tonight
Well there goes my song, but what can you do?
His mobility vehicle is wired for you
You can dance to Elvis and join in his song
The king of King Street’s rockin’ rolling along
Riding high on his pony tonight
Riding high tonight
The beauty of Newtown is anything goes
Just ask the king, he’ll tell you, he knows
You can do anything you wanna do
Just make it in four-four, and be-bop-a-loo
Riding high on your pony tonight
Riding high tonight