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Bog Standard Hobo Complains Blues.mp3
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Name says it all. It has a note of tragedy that should ring true. I'm not that poor myself so I hope I do it justice.
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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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Genre
Blues • Acoustic Blues
Author
Rober
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Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
July 28, 2012
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MP3 9.8 MB • 128 kbps • 10:42
Story behind the song
Two hobos punch out a bog standard stop heckling us you f@#$%***^%@ing bullies. Stop. Their names are Apple Jack and Lucky Sam. Oddly, after a visit from heckling ghosts (it's quite the adventure) Lucky Sam has a dream of the future. A paradise but he's still an unjustly reviled character. After he tells Apple, Apple writes this one. "What happened," he asks of his friend. "I was an experiment in damn likely crook reform me convenient toilet for West Australian cool word bullies. Sorry but when I woke up they were still there, a sort of continuous nightmare." "Buck up Lucky," says Apple' "Here come the real ones circa 1914 for their damn pre-dawn breakfast zumba."
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Here we are ladies and gentleman at the dime store 3 pm 28th of July 2012 I'm in a sort of vocal hell Here we are ladies at the bug up talk me tin pot blue sit on my name and accuse me of everything I didn't do Use the esoteric claims he knows me I'm helping Not directly of course that would involve bravery claim s he's frightened He ain't frightened of nothing he talks the talk Here comes the b*** queen in support Nothing top do with you and she has nothing else to do beam bead and brain can't talk properly any more doing it too long Just because she wants to she's way too important for me Wanting every second way too important to actually introduce herself to me She talks the talk Everyone look pulling fish out of her petticoat Fast as she can reach ain't she a peach She wouldn't want to belong to any club that would have me as a member Needs every minute of her damn see me go to you a favour You come to her a hero she go to you Easily the champion of the poor just always at but never at my door Every word is true loud and clear They talk the talk Explain I'm dead meat any planet you care to mention word hammering Never met them I can only guess Somewhere in WA Open your ears and minds greatest show of all time Got to me stopped completely greatest goldmine mind Just goddamn spies I don't know at all having a ball With a frown with a put me down a massive lie they can always cry man in pain or guilt man disappointed angry thousands of times I'm an experiment a damn Christian reform me convenient toilet Campaign to have therefore to lie sweet as humble pie consume my wiles Talk the talk Lot of nice beaches true Somewhere in WA great with it talk to you See me won't actually meet me How clever spies can be Ten years or more Outrageous fraud Fast talk one word vitriol no proof of my design wasting everybody's time please get out of my life we all grew old listening to your damn wiggly wonk it ponks nothing in our consciousness has ever heard of such a thing get lost bb pp ff off Talk the talk Stalin got away with it so call they me Hitler The Ballad Of The Spy Ladies Of West Australia Plot Their Revenge On An Innocent Man Rob Phillips evening (lyrics from yesterday) 28 07 12
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