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A Hundred Hills Overture
01:55
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Trans-Mountaineer
03:19
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I have hunted a hundred hills in my heart,
And I’ll hunt a hundred more.
It seems the world tries so hard to tear me apart.
I won’t let it anymore.
I’m a trans-mountaineer,
Transplanted from the mountain.
I’m an old pioneer,
I belong on the mountain; I’m going to the mountain.
I have wandered a wilderness within my mind,
But I won’t wander all alone.
I’ve found a love that’s bound and no man can unbind,
And I will never be alone.
I’m a trans-mountaineer,
Transplanted from the mountain.
I’m an old pioneer,
I belong on the mountain; I’m going to the mountain.
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Responsibility
02:59
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I am an anchor, solid in a sea of storms and swells;
I stand alone.
I’m not unchanging; I have got a gift of getting organized,
And letting go.
I’m not your rock.
I’m not your compass; please don’t pin that shit on me.
I’ve got a rock.
You’ve got a conscience; take some responsibility.
I carry fire; I’m the catalyst of all around me.
That’s what I do.
I bear the burden; the heavy yoke no one will take.
That is the truth.
I’m not your rock.
I’m not your compass; please don’t pin that shit on me.
I’ve got a rock.
You’ve got a conscience; take some responsibility.
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4. |
The Universe
03:54
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The universe is a massive place;
A luminous, vast spangled space
With galaxies and bright entities,
And satellites that orbit these.
I’m certain you’re not the center.
You’re not the only one.
I believe you must know better.
You’re not the only one.
The planet Earth is a wondrous world;
A populous, wide manifold
With states, countries, and mighty cities,
And suburban towns around these.
I’m certain you’re not the center.
You’re not the only one.
I believe you must know better.
You’re not the only one.
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Criminal
03:50
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You are criminal, and you haven't changed.
You have a perpetrating heart,
And you warp the truth like a torn out page,
And you blot out all the damning parts.
You say I must forgive,
But I cannot pretend.
All the pain you've caused;
You say I must forgive,
But I cannot pretend.
All the pain you've caused;
I will never forget.
You're a con artist, and you'll never change.
You have a percolating soul,
And you spew out farce like a pining plague.
You are a vile, iniquitous cold.
You say I must forgive,
But I cannot pretend.
All the pain you've caused;
You say I must forgive,
But I cannot pretend.
All the pain you've caused;
I will never forget.
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6. |
We Owe No One
04:57
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When will the old world finally die?
Well, don’t you know we owe you nothing?
Honor’s just an idea inside your mind
You’ve got to change your way of thinking.
We owe no one; we owe nothing.
We owe no one but ourselves.
We owe no one; we owe nothing.
Just be you, and you’ll be happy.
When will the old world finally die?
Well, don’t you know there’s no sense fighting?
Guilt is just an idea inside your mind;
Just let it go, and let’s start living.
We owe no one; we owe nothing.
We owe no one but ourselves.
We owe no one; we owe nothing.
Just be you, and you’ll be happy.
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7. |
A Wilderness Within
01:30
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8. |
Cruelty Free
04:21
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Alcohol is an ancient form of folly
And cigarettes are so last century
I’m mindful of what goes in my body
And ever conscious of toxicity
Freedom, it is the life for me
That is why I live it poison-free
And I know love is freedom, can’t you see?
I am proud that I am cruelty-free
Animals are living, sentient beings
It’s been proven scientifically
I loathe them suffering needlessly
I can’t reconcile it reasonably
Freedom, it is the life for me
That is why I live it poison-free
And I know love is freedom, can’t you see?
I am proud that I am cruelty-free
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9. |
Boy Trapped In A Man
03:44
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I’ve got this strange feeling;
At times I fear for the future
And all these best laid plans.
I know I'll stitch my life up;
I keep searching for the sutures.
I’m a boy trapped in a man.
I’m a boy trapped in a man.
Oh, life is more than a paycheck,
and the nuclear family.
The Cookie Cutter home,
And all the shit you own;
Still inside you feel alone.
My mother is a mockery
Of everything she used to be,
My father never says a word.
They’ve forsaken their family
For copious commodities,
Yet love they can’t afford.
Yet love they can’t afford.
Oh, life is more than a paycheck,
and the nuclear family.
The Cookie Cutter home,
And all the shit you own;
Still inside you feel alone.
Respect my personality,
and my individuality,
This separate sentient soul.
For, we all need sensitivity,
And love unconditionally,
And Compassion to be whole,
And Compassion to be whole.
Oh, life is more than a paycheck,
and the nuclear family.
The Cookie Cutter home,
And all the shit you own;
Still inside you feel alone.
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10. |
Alone
03:26
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I wasn’t brought up by a Christian family;
I was raised in a heathen home.
Still I tried my very best to walk that talk,
But I’d never felt so alone
Oh, I was so alone.
Oh, I’d never felt so alone.
It’s been years since I was born again, again.
It feels so free just to be honest
I could no longer pretend, and please everybody
Just to appear so righteous
Oh, I was so alone.
Oh, I’d never felt so alone.
Do you know how it feels to be someone else?
I sure know how it kills when I’m not myself.
Oh, I was so alone.
Oh, I’d never felt so alone.
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11. |
My Soul Is Deep
03:34
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Some people want to hurt others;
Make them feel the pain that they feel inside.
Some people’s hearts are full darkness.
I have a soul and I love my soul.
My soul is deep, deep, deep -
Deeper than the roots of an old oak tree,
Deeper than the well where I drew my water –
My soul is deep.
My soul is deep, deep, deep -
Deeper than the well where I drew my water,
Deeper than the roots of an old oak tree –
And twice as deep.
Some people want to love others;
Show them all the joy that they have inside.
Some people’s hearts are full brightness.
I have a soul and I love my soul.
My soul is deep, deep, deep -
Deeper than the roots of an old oak tree,
Deeper than the well where I drew my water –
My soul is deep.
My soul is deep, deep, deep -
Deeper than the well where I drew my water,
Deeper than the roots of an old oak tree –
And twice as deep.
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12. |
Happy With Nothing
03:10
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I have never met one wealthy man
Who is truly worthy of envy.
I may be nothing but a little poor boy,
But I’m happy with my nothing.
Because I’m happy with nothing;
I’ve got everything I need.
I’m happy with nothing.
I’ve got everything I need.
For those with wealth it seems there’s never enough
Clothed, but inside; so cold and empty
I would wear nothing if they gave me a choice,
Instead I browse the Salvation Army
Because I’m happy with nothing;
I’ve got everything I need.
I’m happy with nothing.
I’ve got everything I need.
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13. |
Weary Wanderer
00:44
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14. |
Grain of Sand
08:24
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I don’t know if Jesus was the Son of God
Or the Son of Man.
All I know is how small I am compared to the sea.
I’m a grain of sand.
I am but a grain of sand.
I am just a Son of Man.
At least I know who I am;
I am but a grain of sand.
How can you stand in a forest of Redwood trees
And say there’s no God?
There’s a spirit that haunts the hills of California,
And It’s in our blood.
I am but a grain of sand.
I am just a Son of Man.
At least I know who I am;
I am but a grain of sand.
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15. |
Settle Your Soul
04:14
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Weary wanderer, wrestling with wild winds,
Someday You'll sail and you'll settle your soul.
Your feet are itching; your legs are shaking.
Someday You'll sail and you'll settle your soul.
This city's a hole in the earth, opened wide.
This chasm will kill you and swallow you whole.
Someday you'll sail, oh someday you'll get out.
Someday You'll sail and you'll settle your soul.
Anxious adventurer, able and airborne,
Someday You'll sail and you'll settle your soul.
Your heart is fluttering, quivering, shuddering.
Someday You'll sail and you'll settle your soul.
This city's a hole in the earth, opened wide.
This chasm will kill you and swallow you whole.
Someday you'll sail, oh someday you'll get out.
Someday You'll sail and you'll settle your soul.
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16. |
To The Mountain
01:37
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17. |
Sierra
03:50
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I'm tying up my boots.
I'm tired of the routine.
Everyone looks the same, acts the same,
Oh, but not me!
I am leaving
The land where my bones were born.
I am sailing
To some space where my soul 's reborn.
I'm headed up North,
Some Sierra, up yonder.
I'm trading these palm trees for
Hundred-foot pines!
I am leaving
The land where my bones were born.
I am sailing
To some space where my soul 's reborn.
I'm leaving Corona.
Goodbye, Riverside,
Orange County Junior.
So long, Los Angeles!
I am leaving
The land where my bones were born.
I am sailing
To some space where my soul 's reborn.
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Jonny Miller Riverside, California
A free-thinking artist with a passion for wonder, Miller has a voice that is uniquely rich & reminiscent of America’s vast legacy of Folk singers. His acoustic guitar establishes a core of authenticity in all his compositions which are fortified by colorful harmonica solos. His verses tell of anxiety & depression, anger toward social injustice & organized religion, and a profound love of nature. ... more
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