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Another Didn't Get The Message Blues
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Let me get this straight. Strangers claim a history', thus 'know me'. Sort of as my 'mother' (of a time they can't leave). Thus they 'give me' these songs. And, as their 24/7 threaten me is a huge 'with it' ....
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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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Blues • Acoustic Blues
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Peak #510
Peak in subgenre #52
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
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Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
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May 04, 2014
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MP3 7.2 MB • 160 kbps • 6:14
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Let me get this straight. Strangers claim a history', thus 'know me'. Sort of as my 'mother' (of a time they can't leave). Thus they 'give me' these songs. And, as their 24/7 threaten me is a huge 'with it' .... ... if I ('telepathicly', you know, with my mouth shut while theirs open and are always the 'cipher', so my brain, so clever, awhatever it is ... because, basically their 'not a bully thing' is 'guey' and 'justifies itself') tell them to take a hike, I'm the bastard. Tell me, do they still lie they visit me or ring me on my non-existant mobile? Do they still lie everything around me is 'drugs'? Psychopaths. Like all psychopaths, brilliant actors, impossible to stop them lying, can't truly feel, and can't imagine anything, and, of course, proving anything is a vast imposition their 'importance' (what impertinence!) shouldn't have to suffer. Not my problem. Let me guess. The men are too tall to actually ever face me, but that is just 'by the way'. And 'foxes don't face' of course. Oh, and that leaves just the ones my size, but they admit they don't actually know me themselves. Nice and visible. And projecting I'm anything they are of course, good or bad. Like I say. Oh and while they cleverly slander me to others they fall 'under a banner of love' as a sort of backup plan, and of course, whenever no one is around the gang of them are totally capable of silence. Clever. How about this then ... Stalking. Killers. Illiterate. Maybe I washed my hands of it some weeks back when I found a job?
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