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The Fight My Consciousness Call It Love Blues.mp3
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Don't play loud. Back from surfing, had a laugh, came up with this. Sound effects for Animation. I'm fighting an evil here.
artist blues guitar london graphic designer animator illustrator robert phillips robertemerald tichphillips woolich xbusker
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
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
August 26, 2012
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MP3
MP3 1.9 MB • 160 kbps • 1:40
Story behind the song
Story: Two hobos don't get a break to feel beaten up, condemned, even in town out back of the trenches. Apple Jack calls the 'let the talking do the work' spiritual thieves. The English begin to notice how the Anzacs hate the Americans (particularly Apple Jack) for no damn bloody reason. Guys in wheelchairs s n*** , knowing themselves untouchable. But their boss is not. From behind curtains come shudups and dictator and thankyous and we'll love its and sick and it is and prisoner and other clever slanders that are actually hate mail of a deathly sort. Everything is not pure cylinder, more like large freezing shoulder. Yep, the Mermaid is special. Neptune will probably always be one step behind with Venus watching, unless the 'experiment' is given a decent control. A public control. Thing is to say that the public Tich is a secret private bastard? Natural thing is to say, now, fight, it's on. (They/pick a 'he') won't. It'll press a huge imaginary spiritual button saying my first name over and over. Repeat, whoever the ego club is sitting on my name, I don't know them. And mates, associates, family, friends and even people associated with me (really?) will turn a magnificent blind eye to their evil machinations.
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Rob Phillips, 5 p.m. Sunday 26 08 12
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