The Hill in Mind

by The Hill in Mind

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drumwhacker First, ACLU donation day! Also, bandcamp, how do i only pick one fave track?? I also love Spider-shirt (great beginning chords) and Fall.E had me listening to the lyrics of...tasting life? Muy bueno stuff. Favorite track: Hajj Sami.
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released November 1, 2013

Recorded, Mixed, and Produced by Bob Hoag.
With: Joshua Hill, Sir Jonathan Lang, Max Knouse, Jacob Eary, Wayne Jones
Compositions: Joshua Hill
Arrangements: The Hill in Mind
Special Bass Thanks: Jerome Salazar, Nat Theobald
Art and Typography: Eric Palmer



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The Hill in Mind is an eclectic indie band based out of Phoenix, Arizona. A strong emphasis on storytelling makes their music seem cinematic with many surprising twists and turns.

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Track Name: Spider-Shirt
Little boy, with your eyes so true-
Remembered for the things you do,
Your story forgotten by fools!

Growing old in a Spider-Man t-shirt,
Your picture tells me why.
But the question still sleeps in your eye

You’re not dying for me.
But I’ll listen to you

When you throw a BOOM behind my back.
My head explodes with fear.
Jon will take the beating to his ear

When you SHOUT
with a bomb inside your mouth
To a world with bleeding ears-
in hopes that they can hear clear.

“I am dying for you!
Are you listening, you?”

Spider-Man’s playing at the mall tonight-
(Just don’t buy the t-shirt)
Track Name: Fall.E
This is my last day before I fall.
I’ll leave my life behind in a futureless flight.
When he commands it’s time for me to genuflect
Before this man- creation that I must adore
Oh, I won’t bend a knee!
I’d rather fall.

I used to be like you; I lived in Paradise,
Complacent to the path, the perfect life

Then I saw the tree’s design-
To taste the fruit of “Wrong and Right”
The truth would fill your empty mind.
Just have yourself a bite!
You will fall.

You. You can be Kings in your own walls,
And none of your mistakes- they won’t be punished at all
The Morning Star has come to you
The Sun will rise again renewed
The truth will shine with a different light!
Just never blink an eye.

And we won’t fall (when we’re already fallen)
No! We won’t fall!
Track Name: Hajj Sami
Do you recall the mountain breeze
When Sami stood tall against the tree,
The very last day upon his feet,
Gazing into Jordan?

Yet on that night within our streets,
When your men stayed to fall asleep,
And they awoke to find that we
Hadn't cut their beards away.

But they keep burning, burning, burning the Road.

Well then your men,
Well they decreed,
It's time for all of us to leave-
We all sighed, the children cried.
Our village turned their heads away.

As we slumped and dragged our feet.
The paralyzed man,
He kept his seat.
Keeping close to his heart
The bullet gift you gave to him.

But Sami keeps rolling, rolling, rolling, Home.

And Father’s thanking God
That his bricks aren't dust.
And Mother has a place for Ramadan,
A place to fast for Ramadan.

And we're not going to fall when Sami's rolling.

A place to fast for Ramadan
Sami keeps rolling, rolling, rolling, Home.
Track Name: Buckwheat
In the morning, she’s laying by the fireside
In the evening, she’s doing the same
Her mind is filled with such adventure
As she hums her quiet song

It’s been a year since the buckwheat stopped growing
In the place I call “Home”
When I settle and plant myself a garden,
There’ll be buckwheat there to sow.

When we were young, we’d run through the meadows.
The leaves would stick to our hair and in our clothes.
But now only in a few old dusty pockets,
can a wrinkled leaf be found.

It’s been a year since the buckwheat stopped growing
In the place I call “Home”
When I settle and plant myself a garden,
There’ll be buckwheat there to sow.

Did you know the day you stole from me,
The day your crime went through-
Did you know that when you’d take from me-
Did you know you’d take her too?

This time next year, the buckwheat will be growing
When I find myself a home.
When I settle and plant myself a garden,
There’ll be buckwheat there to sow.