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Apple Jack Busker Rock (Slow Version)
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Not fun. Other men would have committed suicide I reckon. Inside a week. About two hobos debating a new song. I'm a huge joke to some people. The name. They hide the real threats. Clever bunch of psychopaths. Gold. Teflon.
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Blues. Used to busk. Thankyou for looking March 2021. Love/art/blues/Rob. So, musical diary
Pardon? How can I interview me? Some streets are better than others? Some highways are brighter than others. Time of day, find a state of mind, imagination, TV, 1920s. I write about love, lost or found, hopefully honestly inspired by love, and try to play better for that. When younger protested about behaviours on my radar, and of course, being a simple artist, surfing the great times I imagine I had in another life, or maybe one day this one!
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Genre
Blues • Acoustic Blues
Charts
Peak #259
Peak in subgenre #28
Author
Robert Ellery Philips
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Robert Ellery Phillips
Uploaded
July 04, 2012
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MP3 2.8 MB • 160 kbps • 2:24
Story behind the song
Years ago I used to busk. In my mind, perhaps, followed. Strangers, bullies. So I invented a 1920s scenario where I was Apple Jack, hobo, guitarist, friend of Lucky Sam, hobo, guitarist. Just outside various cities in USA South. Often beside a river. Facebook This is the slow version. This is a counter slander campaign. Hard to do when the enemy are cowards who won't talk to you face to face like men. Some bunch of town bully bastards ripped are names to shreds and forced us to be down and out. Endless defending ourselves.
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metaphysical audience part two I'm leaving you baby leaving today repeat carried away crazy woman with nothing to say you just want to hurt my bubble quietly walk away Leaving you man before yo swing a brick and your pencilis a weapon is what you use to prick trouble darling not a bit of it can't imagine it I'm leaving you sir high alter high above Toy boy no longer all your Seargeant Pepper girlfriends just can't get enough I'm heading on Down South Memphis Tennesee Back to New Orleans you'll see Yeah back to my little island going to speak to the king never surrender Yeah leaving today with a sack on my shoulder before this dead weight gets any older not waiting around while gang of thugs gets bolder and bolder Robert Ellery Phillips 04 07 12 (morning)
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