Wise Blood - The Small Cities



     
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Wise Blood Lyrics


I'm an outcast that no one can save anymore
and the days of my youth, have all long gone by now
I was the kind of boy the devil would offer a smoke or a drink to
or a ride downtown to some God forsaken landOne Sunday morning at dawn you know they baptized my soul
but they held me down so long Christ I almost drowned
Yeah I was the kind of boy who never learned to smile
so I kicked and I screamed
'till I tore myself lose from all these great big hands Oh YeahChorus:
Wiseblood knows how to walk the way the wind blows
Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behindMy mommma, she turned around and said
"Little boy you better wake up....cause your a walking dead"
Oh she was the kind a girl who never touched a smoke or a drink
she just smoldered like an empty church left to burn in the wind

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The Small Cities formed in 2007 in the Twin Cities of Minnesota. The band began as a three- piece (Leif, David, and Jimmy), but quickly saw the need to bring others into the fold. They released their self-titled EP in 2008, which cracked the CMJ top 200 and saw the band opening for the likes of The Besnard Lakes and Ladyhawk. Since the release of the EP, they made some new friends, bought new amps, and turned them up.

Their first full-length, With Fire, was produced and mixed by BMoen of Peter Wolfcrier, and is a more brash affair than their EP. Layers of reverb have been stripped away in favor of a more direct, immediate sound. With Fire burns in many ways; from youthful rebellion and the discovery of young love, to the pains of grief and regret. Like the bands they most admire, With Fire covers a wide musical territory while always remaining melodically direct and engaging. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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