Roots Music Report

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Basically speaking in terms of rocket dreams,
I'd say my baby's found mysterious means,
Of brewing this thing we all choose to call,
We call it witches' love.
Don't cha know what I mean, don't cha.

Way down there what the old soul,
What he needed was love.
But he wasn't gonna walk right into it oh no.
So as he swerved and curved his way around Stone Mountain,
His consciousness kept sayin',
That love's work had just begun.

It must've been doin' its work oh so very well,
'Cause the old dude jumped and misplaced a thousand and one half stars.
And his game from then until now,
Was to make love wars anyhow.

Basically speaking in terms of rocket dreams,
I'd say my baby just about overstepped her means.
By brewing this thing we all choose to call,
We call it witches' love.
Don't cha know what I mean, don't cha.

Basically speaking in terms of rocket dreams,
Listen to my baby she'll tell you all that she's seen.
She's brewing this thing that cries of love and death.
All the way down she'll give you all that she can get.

Way down there is this cat that's got to get his due.
And he subtle in rhyme and reason,
And his smoke is gonna get you.
And when he strikes out all in this world have got to know,
That this man would be king,
And rocket dreams have got to go.