SCENE: DEATH IS RIDING - 2

 

This is perhaps best as some sort of surreal movie scene. The day turns into night and the sand turns to snow, says the lyric. The clouds race across the sky, and so on. Spooky.

 

The clip follows the lyric mixed with shots of Death galloping to a town named Sunny Hill. It is dark when he slows down and rides into a town where everybody has gone into hiding and all doors and windows are closed.

 

What follows is the sheriff making him stop and challenging him. There is a gun fight (hear song) and at the end of a rain of bullets Death is dead.

 

This scene ends with a last hammer on a wooden cross on a fresh grave hidden out of sight on a hill. We can read the words “Death”.

 

Then there is a a troop of celebrating and joyfull people singing and dancing while going downhill again; they just buried Death himself and their lives will now be all happy days till the end of times. The parade ends in the saloon where a band is playing the last part of the song (where in the song the pedal steel starts) and the party continues till end of song.

 

The end of this song doesn’t end this scene though. This little town is the same as the one in the scene of IT’S HARD BEING HORSE. We see the same cowboy sitting in the saloon he entered 2 songs ago, after the party that has been there the night before.

 

He is almost ready to leave again.

 

The man behind the bar is just doing his barman things and they have a short onversation.-

 

BARMAN: I see you are leaving again, cowboy, any particular place you’re goin’?

 

COWBOY: No, just west, always just west, you can tell me anything
   what’s behind the hills up there?

 

BARMAN: I wouldn’t go there if I were you, it’s indian country.

 

COWBOY: Well obviously you’re not me, seems like west to me those hills,
   so that way I’ll go.–

 

BARMAN: Yes, it’s west for sure, hey it’s your life cowboy, a man gotta do
   what a man gotta do, ain’t it?The cowboy now has finished his packing
    and is about to leave

 

COWBOY: And so it is, my friend, I bid you farewell, my horse is waiting

 

BARMAN: Keep safe, cowboy, just follow the trails and you’ll stay out of danger.

 

COWBOY: (walks out of saloon) We will see, my friend, we will see…

 

Outside the saloon the singing horse of IT”S HARD BEING HORSE still stands tied to a wooden rack. The (instrumental) melody of that song sets in and cowboy & horse ride out of Sunny Hill onto the hills where indian territory starts.