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So Long To The Fat Fraud Sad Sack Blues.mp3
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Slow heartfelt blues, but also another helicopter. Don't play loud. Decent folk need not worry about it being another anti-buly song. And the spies? Well, you'll see, spies ain't bored. They'll be hard at my name as soon as they finish.
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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 #409
Peak in subgenre #31
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
September 02, 2012
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MP3
MP3 9.2 MB • 160 kbps • 8:00
Story behind the song
Story: The forward trenches of 1917 Flanders. Explosions everywhere. To kill time whilst pinned down by Germans the bullies start a rumour that great efforts on the part of the hobos they are slandering (with very heavy and real menace) are, in fact, 'down to them'. This is clever. They say such things as 'that was my idea' with a hang dog 'they ripped me off' sad sack expression. They even try to cleverly twist the slander to say there is a slander from the hobos, even though they don't know them personally. And they've taken to stealing catch phrases such as 'that's right' from overheard conversations they didn't have with the hobos. It's a normal refrain you see. Bullies need to study a lot of normal. ( Dead weights. Doing 'it' so long that the bullies believe they have 'a right'. Song has a better explanation. ) Apple Jack yells out from the forward trench to the billies two trenches behind: "If you are getting elephant stamps because the songs are about you and you are claiming 'clever crimminal wiggling' I'll know what a fat fraud you all are. The truth will follow and the rest will be a matter of time. Is it really true you guys have traumatized any person you ever got with? No way you say that your talk me is love. No way your intense study of our minds is love. No way that fat file on me that has no proof of anything is love. No way your threats and slanders are love. No way your with it is love. No way you claim what you say is love. The bake squad is proud to be a schizophrenia ladies and gentlemen. What happens if I'm not a crimminal folks? Wouldn't matter would it? Even if I proved nothing illegal since 1907. You have a fine enemy to practice on now right? You are so damn lucky no one here knows who you are. Magical that bit about me once being a nice guy great friend of yours with a superb brain in the mystical past. My sides split on that one. What a pity everyone you know is scared of you. Knock on my door sometime. After all its only the same song all the time right? Stuff your permissions on a lie by the way. Great tradition. You invented it. The real reason."
Lyrics
Sad Sack Blues/ Goodbye Blues/So Long To The Fat Fraud Blues don't come back baby to my consciousness might be just a hobo but I can demand that much your sad sack way is just bull sh** get out of my way/day talk about something read a book read your own tv not interested in ya secret shenanigans your judgement call your esoteric insanity I got every right not to like you you just a banshee in the wind respect my wishes baby calling me a crimminal continually black magic say me so much better than me put your reputation next to mine with the sh** you can prove and we'll see respect my wishes baby not that hard take my word tell the truth it's a hell of a slanderous way but its not getting anybody no new news not fair just say what it is and what is what and who is and who isn't and what it isn't and what happened and what it did and what went down and what that is all around then send the police around and go to town you're not making me live in fear no more because you are in love with it and not me drive it home at a station you wanna find the source of whatever it is because you say whatever it is it is it is its the silly willy making everybody crazy everything some sort of disease a contradiction right there and I have to live in it You no good for anybody no good for anything anything hero over there in your damn funky monkey black wheelchair yous are nothing over her Rob Phillips, from some days ago, perfected 04 09 12 in the morning.
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