Story behind the song
This is from 18 05 13, or there abouts, part of my backlog, inspired to defend myself against persons lying and unknown. Story so far if anyone interested, and the fuss, wherever it is, it has been going on murderously and continuously for ten years (wheelchairs?) .....
I keep fighting invisible nameless spies who seem to think it a grand biome, or not, depending on the company, to assassinate my character by inhabiting my premises like ghosts with no intention of declaring themselves. The women want an I Told You So Disaster to happen to me, such as Graylands, a car accident or my suicide, to be welcomed back from the 'undercover'. The men think it is heterosexual to provide for them, their 'cause' or case' if you will, by continuously threatening me. They have a hunch I'm a deviate crimminal. If there are questions they'll get 'cute' about 'it'. Definitely not fun with a frown or two.
So ..... She Saw Me From A Window One Day, likely on my bicycle, and of course the brave officers saw me too, all over the place, surfboards, guitars, town, Fremantle, Claremont, 1989, and thus long ago decided to 'take me on'. Great joke with the never without them mates, though none of them have actually introduced themselves to me as yet, and I still haven't a clue who they are, which isn't necessary apparently, as they are so much the cleverests at getting 'with my consciousness'. Not one are capable of silence of course. How could they be Hero Mahatmas without the Phillips if they shutup and besides no one tells THE KINGS OF CLAREMONT to shutup, right? They'll be lying something vaguely around to 'Rob Phillips is a homosexual secretly in love with the pigs' (such as ... please put the gang names here, because I don't have them), and that is mainly because they can play my style of guitar, which they grew up and away from, and, of course, which I leant from junkies by the way, decades ago. They intend to use supersonic telepathic power to b*** both my mother and myself. 'Mother' is also a blackmail concept of their women, to do with implied history and implied ultimatum, as well as a handy 'isn't it a sickie' clever slander, whereby, depending on what calibre shark is watching, they play gooey goodie two shoes, or outraged and mean business police officers, and ....
Cool to be 'The Phillips'? (Determinations usually end in a miasma of words .... )
Great idea to invent me as an enemy.
This is where the strangers' thing with me gets really clever, from my deductions. Most people like me, but in their world it's 'cool' to be heavier and more judgmental than that. In fact, their cool is to not like The Popstar Exciting Surfie, that is me, the innocent stranger their hatred in waves is demanding that I feed consciousness for them, or else ...... This appears to be coupled with their acceptance of their girlfriend or girlfriends, and I will never know any of them actually at all, or the men, and I'm really not so really that interested in their sexual orientations by the way, the point being that I have deduced the act is for the men to regard their women as famous and authoritative, with mucho respect, the way one would a real mother.
Does one see how two 'cools' can go together?
Isn't that clever.
That way they can regard me as an inferior insect, totally disrespect my any good office and never ever have to face me pulling fairy facts out of thin air.
Of course, they can't be cowards if they say they are not. Great guys in fact, instead.
How convenient.
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