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Two Hobos Being Bullied
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Slow realism blues. A story in words and rhyme and rhythm. An audio story. Also called Walk A Mile Baby Blues or Here Again Blues.
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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
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips
Uploaded
July 13, 2012
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MP3 9.1 MB • 160 kbps • 7:59
Story behind the song
Two hobos are 'visited' by several bully minds intent on everything two hobos do, or speak, or play, or are, or dream of, or imagine, or even might think!!! Hecklers. This is an answer.
Lyrics
Here Again Blues/Two Hobos Get Bullied/Walk A Mile Baby Blues here again Lucky Sam trust me it won't move every day same time months and months says he suffers for it which is strange he wouldn't miss it walk mile in my shoes walk a mile nothing to lose you might like the skyline you might like the blues take a stroll down my back lane take a stroll down my back lane meet you on the smiling moon side when no dogs complain walk a mile baby walk a mile down my highway cars rush by my king snake hurray never be the same stand up baby stand up for your rights stand up baby the bully want to fight stand up baby any old time day or night take time to reminisce remonstrate to demonstrate reiterate explain its position not moving thats what we bums do not move till we have to call us zero again no friends there we're expendable rumour and innuendo town fool its a tradition this man's king or kong i didn't make a a note got caught between the hairs in m=y neck and my largely very exposed throat it'll speak until we play plans to stay alright unattainable unaccountable a law unto his own brain wouldn't like to be an ant caught under it if you know what I mean see what I do do it too Do what I do and do it too Haven't got a name for that yet but I'm not calling it you monkey see monkey do clever monkeys walk a mile walk a mile in my shoes what have you got to lose walk a mile and sing my blues take time to reminisce remonstrate demonstrable to his friends expendable don't need your opinion I got my proof don't need your win win I got the truth spiritual glad-bag wearing thin just a pack of bully on the loose making trouble for my name expect me to die to reconcile your fame looking for an enemy?/a devil?/ bad man is Rob Philips? By the railroad tracks in the morning at night? Oh wait a minute.... every morning four weeks now. At least.... Send your mother then, or don't, two hobos lost all interest. Howl at the moon.
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