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These Hands - Mac Wiseman



     
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Life, it's like I'm never there
Time, I've got no more to spare
Awake to the sound of a million people
Look around to see that no one's thereBreaking out of a new cell
What you wanted to be
Try to reason, try to think
Want some sympathyUsed, these hands are used and dirty
And screaming for something new
Wait, I've waited for so long
To break away from all that's wrongBut it's inconsequential, it seems nothing matters
It seems nothing matters unless you screamBreaking out of a new cell
What you wanted to be
Try to reason, try to think
Want some sympathyUsed, these hands are used and dirty
And screaming for something new
You said nothingBreak up the pieces, they're killing you slowly
No fiction fact or fantasy could make you seeBreaking out of a new cell
What you wanted to be

Try to reason, try to think
Want some sympathy

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Malcolm B. Wiseman (born May 23, 1925 in Crimora, Virginia), better known as Mac Wiseman, is a bluegrass singer, nicknamed "The Voice with a Heart". The bearded singer is one of the cult figures of Bluegrass music. He studied at the Shenandoah Conservatory of Music in Dayton, Virginia and started his career as a disc jockey at radio station WSVA in Harrisonburg, Virginia. His musical career began as guitarist in the band of country singer Molly O'Day. When Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs left Bill Monroe's band, Wiseman became the guitarist for their new band, the Foggy Mountain Boys.

Read more about Mac Wiseman on Last.fm.


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