Down and out persecuted blues.
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 was two days ago so I'd like to say little up themselves gave it a rest or at least presented their problem with me to me. But they didn't. And I have still not a clue who the hell they are, nor do I particularly care. I won't ignore psychopaths, but it's not my problem. I have been suggesting counseling.
No stranger cats fast talking to get opposite me 'over there', I don't buy I'm being followed by new cameras on the damn trains. Or spy glasses from upper stories. Or floating devices in my television. I do buy you hacked my user codes so any of you could look-see, and that your favourite game is to get as many people to hate me as a pack of foxes could possibly imagine, ergo, no one will thus care if you plan my demise all day, or when might be a grand time to burn my flat down. That would be an old sick obsession that unites you all. Oh the injustice!!
Humbug. All that? That's just a mental psychopath delight for cowards who are so brave in their chairs knowing they will never have to meet me, and if anyone from there was ever obliged to, and they truly haven't been yet, it would be the two thug alpha mates of theirs that I suspect of the Claremont serial murders.
Or is that three with a rocket?
Go ahead, act nonchalant, disappointed, sad sack, distressed, cut up, angry, dominating, case loaded, worried, whatever. Anyone who actually does know who I refer to, and they also know I don't, is well aware that all of you are a hotbed of violent hate and corresponding acting ability.
Theory will be, the more public I am, including social media, the more they can refer to me behind closed doors. Real 'fame'.
Real guts. Your mothers must be all a twitter.
Down and out persecuted blues.
People do realize that left to their own devices the bastard, and I mean that, strangers attacking my life, spies, and I know that, do nothing but play games with all their mouths going like the clappers? There is no 'accommodation' possible. Do they tell other folk they are capable of silence? They are NOT. Do they say they will 'talk' to me? They would only dictate if they ever truly found the guts. Do they say they talk to my consciousness as a sleeping softy ... 'over there' (!?!?) What cods-wallop. All of my consciousness says NO to them. Liars. Stormers. Slanderers. Closet sexualities. Fake spiritual mahatmas want excuse for their now very rich bully history. I'm not the poster boy. No. Believe me if they weren't such threatening trouble-makers, all trying to sound like ten foot mens' men, they would be the funniest thing on Earth. Please see them for what they are. Two bum chum girls and a boy trying to sound like an adult woman.
Try this for size ......
Sick, conceited stranger psychopaths find something easily referable to copy to, to try to 'own', with such guts in their fraudulent word.
Sure they know what blues is coming, so it will be statements like "I am a spiritual teacher and I'd almost given up", etc. With doses of patient sarcasm. Clever. Likely followed by "Pity a ....", and "Certainly is," and "it is," and, to round it off likely "I'm not", or "I'm not cruel".
Any child of five could see where my blues is going and what it is coming from. And it is simply a defense against a pack of rabbi pretend policemen who haven't the ability to be silent. Even the lyric is luminous and prescient if one really wants to see the insect dead, the insect being me. This is from 06 08 13. Second of three that day.
Just a wild punt. Bullies do heavy then contrite. It's a platform that works for them.
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Lyrics
06 08 13, mid-afternoon before fourish. Hardly spontaneous.
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