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Any Fool Could Explain It Blues
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Rocking. Not a clue who the bastards are still pretending they know me and there is something wrong with me are, a sick invention and tradition this town should be utterly ashamed of, and all those cool aids whom or who are complicit.
menace macabre threat fake bully pure hatred fraud pure hate fake schizophrenia
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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 #242
Peak in subgenre #18
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
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Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
July 06, 2013
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MP3 9.3 MB 112 kbps 11:37
Story behind the song
Today, just now, maybe 20 minutes ago. A race to get with no doubt, to muster a credit? 06 07 13, around 3.50 p.m.. Also called ...... A Child Could See It Blues, Whining and Moaning And Winge For Love Blues ...... Is that really true? I'm getting called a bastard because I'm talented? By strangers with a personal interest? No wonder I went public. And I keep a diary. Perhaps that's what they are really worried about? And my mouth, but for creativity and posts, has been zipped. Suffer in silence, but one is not required to pay. No one should have to suffer strangers from hell. That and I don't conform to their implications. I keep telling the world they either are or are hiding the Claremont serial killers. Want kudos for history no doubt, as deflection, as the new middle class, from being mouth off bullies, for inventing me, Mister Public Visible Interesting as their Project Enemy. Psychopaths. They enjoy it. Power Seagull Goddesses With One Slave And Many Husband. And from that they get to say as they will, despite slander laws, malice laws, privacy and civil laws, despite common decent behaviour. They enjoy it. Why? I'm an acting school for them. They like to manipulate. It emboldens and empowers every time they get away with it. Heart breaking. Sadists. Imagine their talk is something you or a loved one had to deal with, without having a clue who they are. Claiming police, claiming mates, yet too cowardly to even let me know their names, just because bent people like their experiment. A constant whine like persons outside a toilet or trying to get on? Like a siren? Or a chainsaw? Or an electric toothbrush? Entire brains dedicated to triple meanings I'll bet, a short sharp claim to fame. Say cheese. http://www.youtube.com/user/robertemerald http://www.redbubble.com/people/robertemerald (art, short stories) http://www.redbubble.com/people/robphillips (photography - WA) http://www.facebook.com/robert.e.phillips.5 http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1334955793 http://www.myspace.com/robert1637 http://www.myspace.com/tichphillips http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/search/author/robertemerald http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/search/author/robertemerald http://www.soundclick.com/members/default.cfm?member=robertemerald (music) http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=1086607 (me) http://robertemerald.blogspot.com.au/ If you let them you have lost me, and, and I might know, possibly God as well, until you all take it back. You are all just a door, or a face away. Mine.
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spontaneous. Blues is pain.
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