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The Successful Liars Blues.mp3
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Rough and ready helicopter blues. Pack of Australian bastards won't leave my name alone. Calling me a nothing is tradition. Be their enemy (???!!!!!) is a tradition. A magic Goddess club gets mysterious results. Something from nothing bullies.
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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 #445
Peak in subgenre #44
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
September 09, 2012
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MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 160 kbps • 2:56
Story behind the song
This is yesterday's song fixed. I have deleted it so I'm sorry if anyone needs the old version. I have to go for blood tests now to do with my heart condition. Apologies to anyone following my story about the pack of bully word thugs. I'll use the same notes as at Soundclick and yesterday's post, with some significant additions and changes. Rough and ready helicopter blues. Some sound effects. Pack of Australian bastards won't leave my name alone. Calling me a nothing is tradition. Be their enemy even though I have no idea who they are is a tradition. A magic goddess club gets mysterious results. Famous perhaps. Maybe that's 'a tradition' too. This morning I worked off the theory that they may be wheelchair spies with a 'go' from a 'pet hate' policeman, though what the policeman would hate about me I have no idea but I'm sure its a beauty. Whatever or wherever these vile drippings in my ear are coming from I'm sure of this: in words, like bullies, they'll want something for nothing. The big pig reckons, so I'm told, that I should be grateful he is dumping his vast golden career experience next to my name. Claims I could use the pressure and I'll thank him later, whoever the hell he is. I hear he's being a real 'sad sack' after I post this stuff. Quite the act I'll bet. Ten years of just out-of-sight bully. These damn tunes pour out of me every day. There's a massive slander against me going on somewhere but they are too (scared?) 'spiritual' or something to face me. Story: The hobos are in a holding pattern. Stuff happens in wars... lightening bolts, things tumble to hell, carts overturn, food gets weird.... apart from the above idea we'll have top wait and see. Just for cartoons/animation. I have a few of these. Don't play loud. Imagine slapstick. There is a story if anyone needs one. Two hobos from 1912 in Los Angeles. A policeman/detective with a 'pet hate' (though the hobos are not guilty) allows his fan squad (kin, wives, cool dudes) to spy and harass and judge (loudly) the hobos all day. But he keeps the practice a secret from cooler friends, where he uses 'knowledge of the hobo's fairly decent blues and art thing to his advantage (and sticking the proverbial knife into them as well!!). Loves (and will not let go of) stories from the past, in fact, he has a book on each hobo going back to birth. He gets all to contribute. Into the 'mystical' past. All this is hell for the hobos. They regard it as the equivalent of being bashed up. These blues are what extends from their sufferings.
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Rough Guide/Draft give an inch cursive on me quite the matchstick comb me right out of my hair lights it man of the moment bend down to admire it little me 123 big as a mountain to eat me who does it better merry go round like a top go up and down ladies and gents ladies and gents my word mean nothing anything I do is nothing kiss his boot give it an inch from dawn to dusk I'm where it happens I know that much calling himself my old time friend what do I say a bully something from nothing ladies of the jury wants to lynch me always has to be whip me with me Rob Phillips afternoon, Sunday 09 09 12
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