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Warts And All and No Coward Blues.mp3
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slow, badly done 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 #595
Peak in subgenre #39
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
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Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
March 02, 2013
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MP3 9.2 MB • 160 kbps • 8:03
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Slow blues done badly. Detractors I don't actually know have a field day. The Robot Is Not Actually Dead Meat Yet by 2978 AD Their only thought. Predators. I was visible. Like on the highway. Like years ago, say, 1994. Let me guess, they shot their mouths off, and then got jealous when their 'divinity' didn't have the desired effect? Killers. How do you fight cowards lying about you blues? Let me guess. If I fail they'll be right up there and never have to worry about the really, really bizarre slanders they perpetrated against me, a stranger to them, for the better part of two decades. Leave me alone, whoever you people are. I've done nothing. Anything from here is violence and corruption. 03 03 13 around 9 a.m., spontaneous. Under a vicious spy attack all night, by cowards, secret psychopaths and worse, much worse, who never tire of how clever they think themselves. A marvelous act. They actually enjoy foul mouths to the maximum and images you wouldn't bestow upon a pedophile. I'd like to know whom they were with the day my father had a stroke. So should everyone else, even if I have not a clue who these vicious humorless people/thugs talking me all day are. And all night. Hard. No one can hate like they do. Are they calling it love? And people allow that, and their cowardice. Thank you for empowering their behinds. I really don't mean that. They must be kiss their behinds special indeed to get away with murder while they know all around them are cowards, corrupt, mean, fraudulent and into gladiator sports.
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03 03 13 around 9 a.m., spontaneous. Under a vicious spy attack all night, by cowards, secret psychopaths and worse, who never tire of how clever they think themselves. A marvelous act. I'd like to know whom they were with the day my father had a stroke.
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