The Hill

Cast

• Robert Wexler

• Season 1
• Episode 1: Fighting the Good Fight
  USA:2006...
• Episode 2: Less Feeling Please... More Doing
  USA:2006...
• Episode 3: Putting in My Two Cents
  USA:2006...
• Episode 4: What Should Democrats Be Saying?
  USA:2006...
• Episode 5: Nothing Is Fun in a Hurricane
  USA:20 September 2006...
• Episode 6: It's Time to Be Mad as Hell
  USA:27 September 2006...

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Hill - The Legendary Pink Dots
• The Hill - Bombay Bicycle Club
• The Hill - Manny Charlton
• The Hill - Channel Zero
• The Hill - Denali Gillaspie

Michael couldn't understand why people shook him by the hand then laughed at
him and talked behind his back. Michael didn't know the rules. Abused,
confused at all the schools they sent him to - gave him the view to leave.
Michaels' got a gun. Now he's living on the hill. Watch the people run,
shooting down the kids at play. He'll teach them all to stay away. Mothers
screaming, running round... No-one laughs at Michael now!
Out the classroom window stood a hill which made him feel so good. He
thought he'd like to have it as a home. People never spoke to him. Ignored,
deplored, he got so bored. He ran away and bought himself a gun.
Michael lay down in the sun. Perhaps he'd put away the gun if only they
would leave him quite alone. No-one heard his point of view, the crowd of
vigilantes grew so Michael used the gun just one last time. Now he's
buried on the hill.

We look at the summer sun yellow and round
So we go out to the hill and we lie down
Oh but one sits in the corner
Trying to find a way
And alright let's go outside
And rise rise rise to the meaning of life
And we're trying, but we're all falling out
I want to go back to olden times
Looking back, looking out at different things
We flew too high, let the sun burn our wings
We never thought it would be us
But it all can fast turn to dust
And alright let's go outside
And rise rise rise to the meaning of life
And we're trying, but we're all falling out
I want to go back to olden times
And alright let's go outside
And rise rise rise to the meaning of life
And we're trying, but we're all falling out
I want to go back to olden times
Say what I know
You keep it low
If I give you my word would you keep it
Say what I know
You keep it low
You're shit at keeping secrets
Say what I know
You keep it low
If I give you my word would you keep it
Say what I know
You keep it low
You're shit at keeping secrets
And alright let's go outside
And rise rise rise to the meaning of life
And we're trying, but we're all falling out

Out of your mind, got to be blind
Killers and martyrs with blood in their eyes
Chancers and gangsters with hearts cold as ice
Jesus can save, did nobody say
Beggars and soldiers who dress up and kill
Count all the children who died on your hill
Nobody cares, nobody sees
All of your causes they don't mean a fuck
All you can show us is blood hate and guns
Judas still lives, he hides on the net
Killers and martyrs who live by the gun
Make no impressions they just hit and run

I don't mind if my mind
Paranoid hit the light
Feel the pulse living grief
Do I love or do I hate
Separate
In another time another world
I don't know where I go, going up
Going down,
Rolling down the hill, well you will
Rolling down the hill, where we belong
Grease it up, slip it in
Lift me up, take my hand, you gotta understand
In another time another world
I don't know where I go, going up
Going down rolling down the hill
I'm breaking up again to the grind
Can't decide, wrong or right
Warming up seek the heat, while I'm bare feet
In another time another world
I don't know where I go, going up
Going down rolling down the hill

The children have grown, they’ve gone beyond and over
the hill
No one thinks they’re coming back, but I know they
will.
Thirty-eight years, they’ve been away now,
When they come home they’ll have looks to kill.
But knowledge to save the next generation from fallin’
in the well.
They’ll stay afloat with love and patience, laughter
and hope
And music to dance with- hell, you can dance all you
want to.
‘Cause I’m not young, I’ll never be old.
A hundred beads put on her string for each year she’s
been living, yea.
It’s asleep in her hand, along with her wedding ring
and her will.
She throws it behind her, and strips down ‘til there’s
nothing left
But the freckled skin she was born in,
She takes off running, to come sing with me
On the other side of the hill.
‘Cause I’m not young, I’ll never be old.
(Musical interlude)
The children have grown, they’ve gone beyond and over
the hill
No one thinks they’re coming back, but I know they
will.
Thirty-eight years, they’ve been away now,
When they come home they’ll have looks to kill.
But knowledge to save the next generation from fallin’
in the well.
They’ll stay afloat with love and patience, laughter
and hope
And music to dance to- hell, you can dance all you want