Roots - Writters Block Lyrics
[black thought]OoohUp, up.. up, up.. up, upUp, up.. up, up up up!!Up!! up!! up!!Up i, up i, up I step, up I walkUp I climb, to the platformOn which I await the arrival of the, black liiiine2000 the abstract nighttrain that should be arrivingIn approximately eight complete lifetimesDo you dig that, on, track number oneOr is it my one track mind?With the same two hundred funky people packed togetherOn one car that seats sixtyReminiscent of the middle passage only now we, gliiiideOver oceans of steel, and at the speed of lightFrom the window, in my eye, I cant seeDamn! brother, excuse me brotherWould you mind not dripping your umbrella into my lap?Now where was i? what, change to spare?Man you better change your mind, change your planChange your attitude, change your ideas to change your positionAs I change my seat, and I change the channel on my watchmanJust in time, special guest, the roots, on theSoulllll train!John coltrane and chinese food is my date for the nightWith that woman, with that girl, with that womanWith that lady, with that woman, with that childChild Im honey, honey-child, and I gots taGotta, gots ta, gotta gots ta, gots ta gotta gotta get readyReady ready to go, read-read to goGoing, going, going, going, going, going, going, goneDamn! ...I missed my stop.. writters block, hah!
