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Bully On A Roll Fixed Again.mp3
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Cute helicopter audio comedy about a bunch of bullies I haver to suffer. I can't find a reason for it. Searched myself inside and out. From what I hear they claim to be police. I don't see why I'm not seeing it face to face then.
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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 #485
Peak in subgenre #42
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
July 24, 2012
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MP3
MP3 5.8 MB • 160 kbps • 5:04
Story behind the song
Sounds better. More up to my standard. I've been suffering from a weak and worrying heart. If you see or know the bastards talking me please don't mention it. They are not worth it. I can look after myself. Sorry to do helicopter thumpa thumpa again but the message hasn't sunk in. They are all into 'my enemy and with him'. Does it by threatening and lying every day all day 24/7 Sustains it with clever slanders. I'm nuts. On dope. Hate women. Hate police. Sexual deviate. Etcetera. No right. Ten years of it. Lies to the hilt. Lies on top of lies. Experts at it. If you bastards see this then read it. With real eyes. See you. Get out of my life. And that's being very very kind. The lot of you should be banished to a cold dark prison where you can't hurt anyone. Nothing special about you. It's not ridiculous, I'm not ridiculous, and that's a word I use. Utterly true. Picked on wrong guy. Innocent. Always was. I'm not a bunch of stranger's rocks off. There is no shame here for you to imagine, lie about, get stuck into. Fraudulent. The last excuse will revolve around 'we're in love' or ''we're mad'. Always my bloody fault. UnAustralian. Truly ridiculous. I don't pay for your ten year good time, or bad time, or whatever. I want this gang's address. It's worth $10 to whoever gives it to me.
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Bully on a roll spin a fat one now uses his mouth as a weapon no one believe us now maybe we can kill him heart condition our pressure is easily the greatest ever no question Bully on a roll threaten pop in pop the weasel claim he's a policeman how he likes to threaten he like acting apparently I got ten tonnes of nothing narda kaput zip pothead bull thing Bully on a roll Lets see it then Bully on a roll we ain't acting lets go swinging (dick) see it then take credit for my ry and rhythm shake my hand watch him bully on the make telepathically understand him so damn important yep everyone shake gutless he's my schizophrenia not attrition not sucking on his know you and don't oh so well telepathic picasso castle read only memory f*** me ten years of living in hell really with it is not us whatever it is we got an excuse fear what a guy no one mention the girl so special she want be mum my its her whole no means yes world Bully on a roll take one to know one right repeat Bully on a roll forgive the massive lie everyone have fun fun fun fun master of lies of lies master of spies always got his biscuit from following our lines Bully on a roll twist again everyone deny money from there right out no doubt twist and shout Bully on a roll not his fascination suck on my soul then you f*** ing hallucination bob dylan mick the villain kelly slater of the action pat rafter wants a slice very thin prime minister as well send it to the chief of police for a brand mission drubbing mismatch spot the slot thing fat one now fight till the cows come home mouth spews a whole lot of ruckus we're the bucket what he does lazy illiterate refuses to contribute I run miles and miles truly every day endlessly they are endlessly talking hating Says he can't get rid of me I can't get rid of him. I can't get rid of them. Apparently its 'sucked in' to me. Rob Phillips 24 07 12
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