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it seams
to someone else but not to me

My light is in the dark

When the mountains yonder talk to me that forever we'll be apart
and the ancient songs

with me I'll mix it with them xans
In the mountains, on the beach of foreign lands
Smoking gas, straight out the pack, of Pakistan
I need a band I hit

when they sword-fought weightless in the bamboo
with a purity of heart that transcends gravity
leaping off the mountain into ambiguity
falling slow

on the other side 
to hear my darlin' sing

Chorus

Yonder come my true love, 
how do you reckon I know? 
I can tell her by her apron strings 
tied up in

My hands were tied by the strings
From which I used to hang
But they cut me free of my chains
So I could breathe freely again
But now I'm ripped

Testimony

The Gap Band

Testimony

1994

like runaway horses
Took to the road with a carnival show (roll on)
Those golden days on Smokey Mountain
Playing guitar in a one man band

Bear

[Verse]

Over the mountains I wander
Down to find the fountains surrounded by water
Over the peaks tall, down by the yonder
Found the pounds

each others' clothes
When what yonder light broke through curtains closed
We drew each other in close
Now's not the time for our eyes to close
Tonight we

just punch in the line

We got checks like Nike
Money excite me
See the cash, ahh, eee
Now the jakes can't stop me
Keep my money overseas
Some where by

There's a loose thread in me
Pulled by my worries
I am unraveling
At the seams
But I know a crimson string
That keeps me together in spite of all

Testimony

Robbie Robertson

Robbie Robertson

1987

horses
Took to the road with a carnival show (roll on)
Those golden days on Smokey Mountain
Playing guitar in a one man band

Bear witness, I'm

I wanna be a citrus fruit cut up and shared by you
Tear apart my seams like glue
Thick skin with a sweet inside
Ripe corners of my mind on a tree in

the pics
Catch me never lackin' in a simulation like I'm protected by the feds

This is the world, juice headed in the sands
I ain't antisocial, I ain't

Our leaders never led us
They tied us up on strings
Left hanging in the dark
While they're maneuvering
Open your third eye
Like the raven you'll see

to victory true Lord

Got a shoe string for my supper
And a suitcase full of rhymes
Suns on hold and a band of gold
And I'm looking at hard times have mercy

and them
Diamonds 
Since we run culture we might as well do it while shining
Oh you saying we don't do that 
Nigga I was chillin in the burbs and I seen

There was a kid in my hometown who was
In a local band
It was so cool
I wish I stood where he stands
Asked how long it took for him to
Learn these

attracted to where those are seen
So I confide in a pack
Reside in the trap
And focus on me
Moving mountains to get my karma clean
Hoping there's justice for

grand secretary then
He wrote "Big Rock Candy
Mountain" and "Hallelujah, i'm a Bum"
Got together a little band
T-Bone Slim and a tuba garbage can lid
They

like a bloated sack of dead cells
Shedding, purple tape, purple 'hawk, ape
A single flower through the permafrost
Pick himself and learn to walk, in

love me like you will
Like you will

Ocean bound away from the mountains
We rise and fall against the waves
The air was cold and stories were told
By

backdoor deals and therapy
The only callous I've grown is in my mind
I wish I was a tradesman
Playin' with some tuned up tired string band
Somewhere out

Takes me for a ride
Puts my stick shift
In four-wheel drive
Solid like a rock
Hard like a mountain
It's flowing like a river
Wetter than a fountain

Keep a few bands in the bando give me some credit
Stay wide awake like 24-7 Back of the room I got plenty more weapons
Check your girl's socials I