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It's 1912 again. Or 1913. Or 1914. Or 1945. Cute acoustic blues rock, as heartfelt and true as I can make it. Hard to sing. Many takes.
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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 #228
Peak in subgenre #22
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
July 26, 2012
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MP3
MP3 6.8 MB • 160 kbps • 5:57
Story behind the song
Story: Two hobos, Lucky Sam and Apple Jack, are heckled all night long. The bullies beat up Lucky Sam. Apple Jack says to the bullies "Same man again but got to have an enemy but too frightened to face him contradiction? No? And slander me as mad if you don't like the fact of what I'm saying to you? Or dip into your mega tonnage ruin reputation lie? And then, to your audience, tell them, without batting an eyelid, you are actually a little love struck but being men you like to threaten what you love?"
Lyrics
Too Late Blues too late not dead innocent too late innocent too late baby leave my head too late big men ain't that big too late baby not making sense to me too late baby can't even talk properly this ain't a golden age you guys are a vampire bats to me latching on sucking ain't cha big mama please tell your alpha man daddy all tell him I'll see him at my door like immediately too late baby not going to living in fear you can fly around a great pool of sweat nothing happening here send me the brochure doing it for years and years wonder what's first admittance ain't your number not that good at my word whole whole lotta bad ain't your spare boyfriend I'm not a lake for you to swim in I ain't a boogie man for your fiction scream it from the ramparts really get it on scream it from the ramparts really get it on just can't wait for my next silly song too late baby same recipe you barely make any sense if definitely not alright with me too late baby pillars of society just because I survived doesn't make your save me bulldust ok don't need saving make sense don't make sense hell of a joke ain't I hell of a joke to you no means yes whatever the hell you want to do no means yes nothing to you call me cmim all day long shucks fun fun fun wear a frown call me a crimminal all you do never have to prove at all stab me in the back having a ball don't know you from adam strange I know you all Rob Phillips from 9 a.m. 270712 until 11.30 a.m.
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