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Little blues song. Straightforward. She went up. He went down. Maybe ripped him off on the way. Clever Psychology All Present To Spy Woman Crud Blues.
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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 #455
Peak in subgenre #40
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
August 11, 2012
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MP3
MP3 5.7 MB • 160 kbps • 4:58
Story behind the song
(Post dose not concern people I've met or descent folk with half a brain nor innocent of me web surfers). Little blues song. Straightforward. She went up. He went down. Maybe ripped him off on the way. Story: Two hobos don't like tunes about women as a rule, but the b*** showed up posing as a nurse in Flanders 1916. Titillates a certain people to cause me pain. Like a girlfriend, only it isn't. It's a gang. There is nothing sexual about a gang talking me, save it can't look me in the eye to introduce itself. Then it is. "Hi, sorry but I was spying on you." That would do. Either that or the consciousness goes back to Dime Store Alien Abduction Blues. I will not be harassed by false rumour, gossip and innuendo, having to do double takes every damn shopping mall. Using me, my consciousness. Knowing my movements. Thinking yourselves clever. On any bull sh** . Corruption. I'm a maniac. A suicide. A drug addict. I'm over-prescribed. I lost weight everyone notice (who's going to believe rumba right?). He used to be a huge heavy. In your dreams. He's still connected. Is there any place filthier than W.A. gossip? I will go on if the source, which claims to be police, is not silenced. I don't want any damn girl showing up at my door. I want the damn men using my name and claiming to be a policeman knowing me. Ever wondered why I sound American. Sheriff of Nottingham. Acting? Not to me. Stripped the other guy to death with worry. This guy too. Not dead. Not yet. (24 carot. supersonic. my behind and my ankle ring. Win win bravery award bigger than the damn truth. That's a look me in the eye. To be clear. I'm not trying to get the damn female to call!!! I'm trying to get threaten me for years to show his damn face. The bastards loll about in my consciousness all frigging day. I am a damn instrument and this is a fight with God maybe? Not nothing over here. Stress. Play big girls again?) Talk to a man like a they are damn women and I'm in a prison cell? Imagination, them vs practical truth mind me?
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Ghost Blues the bones... you may be up you may be down maybe you think only game in town it's not wouldn't leave me alone bone win win bone connect heckler are police spies bug up spy bead and name rape Rob Phillips combusting spontaneously at 4:30 p.m. 1208 12 Anyone looks me funny it's all a noval
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