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Heartfelt hobo blues. More a poem, lament, brace. Audio story, some sound effects maybe. Two hobos have to be at a certain rendezvous the town bullies know about. A tragedy. Might be the end of them. One has a heart condition.
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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
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
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Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
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July 20, 2012
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MP3 8.8 MB • 112 kbps • 11:02
Story behind the song
Heartfelt hobo blues. More a poem, lament, brace. Audio story, some sound effects maybe. Two hobos have to be at a certain rendezvous the town bullies know about. A tragedy. Might be the end of them. One has a heart condition.
Lyrics
Who Wouldn't Want To Be With Us Blues who wouldn't want to be with us we make such a fuss Who wouldn't want to be with us such great guys heroes we're ace no one afraid of us just ask Phillips Who wouldn't want to be with us we're fabulous anmazing special brilliant extrordianary gianormous glamourous utterly humourless easily the best easily the best Who wouldn't want to be with us we get results doesn't matter the same guy all the time just tell everyone we're in love as if Who wouldn't want to be with us freeby soul the joke the spy channel get to talk get to jibe get to practise his fame his name his game a diarist a surfer a man to blame underpants a meal a deal real a Hiltlerist his marijuana his madness his drugs our lies his pain oh I'm such a cool dude such a lovely guy I really feel honest I do we're not murderers too there's no heart condition that's a misuse of my word black magic ok so we use the occasional psychological hate word only being going on ten years remember I'm devine I'm an angel everybody love me you better or we won't love you turn you into a psychic blue with like the biggest gang to ever threaten the usa of you It's only 7 on one that's a fair f*** If he ever complains call him lord lady muck Who wouldn't want to be with us we're dangerous psychotropic pathalogical liars any one cross us look out we can make trouble man who shucks we can lay it out we can lay it down biggest mother f*** ing strangers in town easily the most dangerous people around we can rape your mind we can rape your name we can put doubt in every brain from here to Bombay Who wouldn't want to be with us we're tough Who wouldn't want to be with us its auto forgive ourselves hate word double as balms allows us to continue old men and maddness that's us what we're into Who wouldn't want to be with us cute as apple pie greatest ever aactors and actresses honestly it's love not a suicide inducing schizophrenia sacrifice forfietutre suffering all you have to do is accept us then we suck on the soul a little more you'll never know you'll never guess we got your pin your log your web your name your mother's name your brother's house your address we got your bank card numbers if you don't shudup let us puppet slave you we'll prank call you make damn sure you sing the blues Who wouldn't want to be with us easily the greatest this ain't no pryramid ego ok what comes next feed me or is it feed you comon Rob lies still working got no choice sing the blues second hand police on a second hand criminal sitting on a remarkable name without proof never the same again and that's true raping soul Lucifer wants Lucifer so bold when the vampire slayer want so cold my heart might explode good times rock n roll takes so much guts spin any which way but lose to do what I do blues Robert Ellery Phillips morning 200712
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