They Know Not Why Jealousy Fourth Person Blues
The bastards sitting on me aren't going to desist. That is one conceited world. What's the latest pretend? Step back from own mouths and claim a stranger is saying something other than what it is, like, bigger than, of course?
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
It is my human kindness to still not ignore my anonymous detractors and yet they still say whatever they like. So long as it hurts and is aloud to others no doubt. Fame monster psychic are heartless and breaking my West Australian heart.
I won't ignore. They, whoever they are, enjoy forcing strangers to imagine them. Hollow men. Never men only. Always whining. Collective can't be defeated psychosis.
No idea who they are. Detractors. Clever animosity and get with it vitriol.
Jealous of me blues. Jealous of a stranger blues. Cowards jealous of a stranger playing a fame game out of it blues. Wait a minute that's our line blues? Not our fault blues.
Let me guess, they are standing back and assessing 'it', my brain, as if, somewhere deep down, I love them, strangers, and am truly ruly very very sorry .....
Spiritual to temporal? How clever? If there is one thing I know about bullies is they will never leave their conceit and lies, even if turns out the Earth Is Round, they need to spy, to be expert on what they spy on, to pretend the object of their ridicule is in the room with them and copping it. What's the bet they want to claim a deeper insight and mate ship of my mind, my mind, from their continuous cowardice over the years, as they now find themselves mired in their own untruths and slander, that is, the victim to pay for the bullies. Had the lunch money, got caught, and instead of being contrite, which thy can act to a T, they want the mother's lunch money as well, and a kiss as good boys, whist grandstanding as 'real men'. It will 'telepathically' 'allow' me to talk time if I lose interest in telepathic sadistic argument. Does anyone in their complicit lying thug world actually get it? That they've got all you other thugs licking their behinds on a crock? Spies NEED to be lazy, so anything is better than that or unAustralian or what they are or can't be or are jealous of?
Fast Talk Blues.
We can all agree everything is convenience for them, whoever they are, then.
My consciousness has been a toilet for unknown psychopaths for eleven years. No way on Earth the Claremont serial murderers are not two of them, and likely one of the women as well.
Perhaps that is the answer to WHY. They know they are in trouble, thus a b-line for 'The Phillips'.
That was eleven years ago. What's the matter with the real police?
Blind? Deaf? Dumb?
Tell you what, I'll make such a fuss on the internet only ( any word you like ) would ignore it.
They are not 'mother' in any relationship. I do not 'love them' when asleep. Nothing is happening here that indicates guilt, even my private thoughts. Their hatred IS a 24/7 every second rape. My thought are being spread eagled, and it is a murder. A perfect murder. Knock me off my bicycle loud and clear telepathic murder.
What can I do but continue to expose their true natures. I have never had a clue who they are and obviously never will. Go ahead and think that a joke, don't imagine what it is like, in fact, all of you wish them in the same way you wish for your daughters.
No choice but to tough this one out too? Seriously ask them to introduce themselves to me and watch it. All 'badge' and no action, all chip and my fault, all my fault for being born, for being British, because .....
"No f*** ing ventriloquist tells us what to Dio."
We can all agree the 'war' ( not 'the cowardice'? ) is about power then.
Their power. Nothing but lies about me. All very clever.
Strongly suspect not my problem anymore.
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The picture is probably how they see themselves. It's a crock. They are psychopaths enjoying themselves.
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