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Train In The Night Blues.mp3
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Ordinary nonsense blues. Don't play loud. Fodder for the innocence, God for all others.
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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 #446
Peak in subgenre #36
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
August 29, 2012
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MP3
MP3 4.4 MB • 160 kbps • 3:50
Story behind the song
Story: 1917. The trenches. The following is an extract from Apple Jack's report into the behaviour of the behind the lines 'Anzac policemen". "Get this. Apparently my mental health detractors are using what a normal reaction to their terror would be as the basis for their 'decision' as to whether I am sane or not!!! That's win win folks. Psychopaths or God? I quote them: "It (it?!) still is". Ten year investment. Likely they bigot their entire world to account for anything, coming out the other side white as punch. Till the cows come home and all the way to the mountains. Cannot prove anything because there is no proof. Tucking into my character instead. Still claiming to be look in the eye up front honest people. Apex coolites? Apex predators more like. They'll send a message we can do anything we like. Of course they will. That's how clever. They need us for their cool, their comparison, their 'Daddy consciousness', their damn art. A goodie two shoe cool at that. How do they account for the fact we are all in sight of God and the fact I'm not in their 'God equation'. Calling us n*** s on a tradition they invented!!! Our blues gets better and get this, they claim credit. They are 'making men of us'. This damn report will be forgotten by tomorrow morning and their slander will be on again. Maybe not as such a sarcastic joke. A private bead on me too. Super. Put the word super in front of anything they say. Psychopaths. Word bullies with short sharp balms for themselves and hocus pocus for everyone else. Real bastards. Invent a lying tradition and live in it, stick to it, brave it out. On us hobos because no-one else wants to feed them."
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wind train pass by don't know from Adam never stop don't ask why mean old thing way crazy talk wonder anyone can still walk wonder that old trick still work cloud high above hear it over there how it get there from here something alright can't get enough mother's cry don't stop now baby's cry tone ladies and gentlemen pressing a button really something birds at night fright alright not right Rob Phillips 29 08 12 morning
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