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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 #476
Peak in subgenre #39
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
August 01, 2012
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MP3
MP3 7.2 MB • 160 kbps • 6:17
Story behind the song
Story: Apple Jack and Lucky Sam, two hobos from the Deep South 1915, are still being attacked by bullies. Juniors this time. Main 'contingent' never far away. They find out they are all related in this town, or at least a Big Daddy is behind it. They have an eye to leaving them penniless with deeply slurred reputations so they can inhabit and enslave them for their own goodie two shoe entertainment and for just plain entertainment. It stinks. The song they sing doesn't impress 'guests' of Big Daddy showing them off. Not in the way he hopes anyway. As threats go their backs are up against it. No one helps them. It's inhumane. Lucky has a heart condition. They know it. Regard the hobos as trash if 'it' is not 'happening'. Apple suspects guns and heroes because he can't explain the damn egos. Bullies don't get those from just mocking hobos!! Sure doesn't give anyone an easy bravery award!! All bullies represent a physical threat in some way. Some of the bullies now have phds in 'hobo science'. Here? It's come to my attention there are several devastatingly evil and utterly humourless serious personalities out there that are claiming to know me (though not mates) and have been doing so for nigh on twenty years, particularly the last ten. They don't. Please check. Ask them you want to see them call on me. Personally. I don't bight. Otherwise its a heart attack shock when I have to bloody explain it. Embarrassing. These 'personalities' are perpetuating a myth that should have died in 1997 (no parties since then save one or two in 2002, celebrating four years of TAFE). Thugs. Frauds. Yes correct spelling. They are telling fibs. Period. (I'm all action you see, always something happening, including my family, we work you see, not just get kudos for being 'over there' or 'with the good guys'). These bully 'blues' are coming from a very heavy and very gravity heavy place I assure everyone. They look goodie two shoes in passing, but in truth they loath me for no particular reason, and always have. Their golden girl may be jealous. It was a crazy world busking in the 1990s (where I think it started). Real friends need not worry. Please tell me if you hear any rumours. Don't tell 'proxy 'with it' claim know me' bastards. These blues are coming from a very real place. Please don't trust all you hear folks. Trust music. Some things people can't act.
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Soul Shop Me Blues what do I do mama pretty baby got a real bad yen hates me so much gone and called me her kin snapping magik lie sticks mock me all over again calculators statistics no fact did you Daddy say you could spy on me how do I deserve that? see me. yesterday. perpetuate the myth hobo and his invisable friend puddy bear and tweety bear so to steal all mine so they can have theirs brave boys and girls bravery awards power for power sake no cause fine ladies and gentlemen heard every word palm yard blues under their hats palm yard blues I have to imagine that every one got a problme greatest guys never met pure legend no denfense great guys ain't bigots no one sitting on the fense soon as they can we are a better man I'm sick, or mad, or f*#$*%ked, or bad myth maker credit cards ready soul shop blues hobo they got this freeby slave easily best soul they ever scored come on over you brave men doesn't require bravery at all just decency, humanity good old boys quite the five and dime elvis left the building about time common mr hobo (good watermelon boss, said the hobo) play the blues Rob Phillips 01 08 12 all day and yesterday for this one, worked bloody hard
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