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Mr Strangers Blues
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Spooky!!! Comedy blues. Well, this is tongue in cheek. Save for the end bit, and all of if you know who's haunting me.
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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!
Song Info
Genre
Blues • Acoustic Blues
Charts
Peak #475
Peak in subgenre #40
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips
Uploaded
July 08, 2012
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MP3 6.6 MB • 160 kbps • 5:45
Story behind the song
Comedy blues. Well, this is tongue in cheek. There's a story behind it. Two hobos have serious problems at night with everything from juvenile delinquents to the law to crazy woman to good old boys to the Devil to actual panthers to black magic voodoo crows to snakes to ghosts and poltergeists.
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Mr Strangers Blues (sucking on soul blues) its up there again I don't know what to do huge stranger stray cat prowling threatening like a panthers on the roof big boots but I can't hear them no idea how to remove wants to inhabit who could resist our convenience put anything in we're the friends of mr strange again stray cat playing with my head again playing with my love again playing with my heart again stalking super serious how get away with it don't know them attrition stick with it crazy bombard it got a hole my resume need to fill it slight strain on the imagination bending singing edge of my vision we're the entertainment precision mention them to anyone and they'll say we're crazy criminal pretty baby pretty baby jealous girl pretense pretty baby pretty baby shadow creeping along my dead fences later it'll be flying fueled with witless humourless sarcasms thieving off the line and back door and window blinds pretend you know him threatening frightening like evil juvenile delinquents stunning cunning computer game still; running we're the friends mr Strange again cats are crying again electrifying pull on the heart strings questioning leaning evil things pretending to be policemen rich secret thing one has to be psychic dreamings prescient all fifteen of them in a dangerous gang humourless witless talking a kind of intense family gibberish we're utterly defenseless sort of convenient you can put anything in stunning cunning computer game running ahead of the curve a pity not of this century want him dead one hundred uses for a dad cat rat soup playing with my head again playing with my love again playing with my heart again you play obvious blues while I run for help on the internet oh and I'll if that don't work grab a fish and chips instead We have to be Friends of Mr Strange again Rob Phillips (Perth)
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