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Straight up anti-bully blues. I bragged to (whoever the pretend police sitting on my name hating me are) that they cause me so much grief I could write new blues songs until the cows come home.
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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
Charts
Peak #176
Peak in subgenre #21
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
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Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
February 08, 2013
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MP3 10.0 MB • 128 kbps • 10:56
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Straight up anti-bully blues. I bragged to (whoever the pretend police sitting on my name hating me are) that they cause me so much grief I could write new blues songs until the cows come home. All cows are out back in the paddock. Maybe they'd like to explain themselves, and their behaviour, to them... The Robot Is Dead Meat by 2978 AD (A short story by Rob Phillips based on a daily happening) Third of three, today. Other was better, but too long. An epic. A real sufferance? Boy it mast be hell to sit on me. They'll cry off it's all a silly, a mistake, a movie, a lie, an act, about something else, about some other people .... Have spies recall the first song of the day for you perhaps. I still have not a clue who they are. I know you are all bullies and frauds with only an act that allows you to balm your consciences. The people who actually attack me all day have no conscience at all. Cowards. In your world vices like that are virtues. Like acting. Like fraud. Like murder, intention. And I'd know. Who could argue with one better 'artists'? Who can argue with a boys' own goddess claiming in with the pigs? Mentioning my brother is something cruel they can get away with, or not, such is their psychopathic confidence. Everyone realizes of course that they are deliberately lying about me, and threatening me continuously, 24/7, in order to arrest my consciousness and stay with me. It's a massively cruel inhabit. And of course, no one stands up to them. Not my problem? I'd have them put in prison, all of them, for rest of their lives. They break ALL of God's laws. All ten. And tick every box for psychopaths. I have sympathy for those afraid of them. They ARE dangerous. Even if in chairs, dangerous. Its an 'anyone who'll listen' vendetta for no reason. NONE. See last post. They could do it to anyone, anyone. And claim the same of me whilst they do. In fact, they need innocence, not guilt, not conscience, for their great guys status, which is a much better bet, and have no hesitation lying long and hard for it. Immortal thieves. Soul suckers. I only post this crap at all because somewhere in Australia they are considered human beings. Some mothers had them. I have a heart condition. I am not awarded the same respect.
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