Heratfelt hobo blues. About being bullied. Read notes. Thankyou for listening.
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!
Story behind the song
This is new, though the notes are carried over from previous post, which was deleted.
Hobo blues, but a challenge. If I'm right they, whoever they are, are talking their heads off about now. Perhaps they feel they control the Universe that way.
Actual story does not involve those not familiar with the real characters involved. It's a challenge to a pack of strangers still sitting on me for no reason. Whatever their current act their very real desire to see me ruined always lies just beneath the surface. I'm assuming it's a cool cat thing around the expression Dead Men Don't Dance.
Story: Stinking tough guy cowards spying on me again. It's been quite a month. All day, without respite, and all night too. Apparently it's a 'famous' thing.
Whoever they are, and I truly have not a clue, they want to sit in their stinking kill me hatreds, and they have several, none anything to do with me personally, pushing their women forward on a word per minute goodie two shoe ruse to impress other bully mates all the while cleverly claiming it's all a conscience pothead proof shooting out their mouths easily as ballistic curds. As 'police officers' they still claim I'm their rightful toilet for their 'be anyone they want because never unsuccessful pig thing' and I should be grateful for the 'straight on bent' with it. How delightfully telepathic. Saying anything to annihilate their boredom and stinking cowardice.
Well this one, from six days ago tells you the measure of these so-called 'police officers'. They can't pretend it doesn't exist, even if they claim my blues is throw away 'war' stuff that derives from their very souls, or so they might claim, in any 'case'. And if the pig thing is simply to make better men of themselves and a joke of me, well, sincerely, let's just say they never tire of it. For no reason. And that terrifies them. That they hated me for no reason in the first place, more than a decade ago. Bullies. No one stands up to them? Quote them then. Real men right? They can stand beside every word.
That I'm well-known or they are doesn't cut the fact their behaviour would put anyone else in a Luney Bin. Fabulous group psychosis. Winning. Success. Murderous. Bigger than Bundies. Watch it claim I'm so bad my heart condition is my fault.
Ask them to prove anything. Without the clever threatening never give up liars' bead on me I doubt they would be anything but illiterate thugs. I have not a clue who they are, and it's obvious I never will. Here's a tip for conscience.... In the quiet hours when no one is watching them they turn into really, really, nasty vicious killers.
You could cut the air with a knife.
Performed and conceived on 25 04 13, spontaneously, but my intention is right on the money. Sorry about the previous one. I've deleted it. My detractors, or so I try and surmise, want this particular style with a lot of 'hate the man' on it, knowing I have no possible way of identifying said man and thus can write me off as unreasonable, even despicable. "It's only words' they'll say, but 'it's only words' is how cyber thugs kill the innocent. Basically anything I try to say implies guilt for them, including their famous 'we won't move on from it, it's in trouble' load of pure bulldust. Not even a clever slander that one. My address, phone number and list of where I'll be goes here.
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Performed and conceived on 25 04 13, spontaneously, but my intention is right on the money. Sorry about the previous one. I've deleted it. My detractors, or so I try and surmise, want this particular style with a lot of 'hate the man' on it, knowing I have no possible way of identifying said man and thus can write me off as unreasonable, even despicable. "It's only words' they'll say, but 'it's only words' is how cyber thugs kill the innocent. Basically anything I try to say implies guilt for them, including their famous 'we won't move on from it, it's in trouble' load of pure bulldust. Not even a clever slander that one. My address, phone number and list of where I'll be goes here.
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