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Fingersnap hobo blues. Anti-bully. Anti-slander. Anti-lie. Anti-terror. Tick Tock Fingersnap Big Men Talk Me Defenseless Blues.
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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 #428
Peak in subgenre #34
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
August 13, 2012
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MP3
MP3 6.3 MB • 160 kbps • 5:28
Story behind the song
Story: Two hobos in the trenches in 1916 are falsely accused of black marketing. Shop is arranged by bullies from an Australian regiment. Whilst the hocus pocus is being sorted out they sing this song from the brig. Apple Jack: "Ask them who they were 'talking' around Christmas. Continuously and with menace. Why are there no real policemen in this town full of policemen? Evil. Corrupt. Using clever psychology to fool both sides of the fense. I'm a huge joke. Evil bullies sitting on me. Why? They'll be hitting the damn tradition against my name. It's bulldust but that's what they always do. They invented it. To be clear. From 1913 they always thought I was some sort of joke. I used to get 'messages' about them as I went busking. Daily 'warnings'. Heavy stuff. Goddess spies. Real bastards, as the Australians say. Their reasons for hating me are mysterious and, I believe, predatory, likely homosexual, devious and Freudian." Lucky Sam: "More anti-bully tunes and blues until it stops using us. Never had reason to begin with. Using us to sharpen its 'skills'." To be clear. I do not know the people using my name all day. They are lying. Even I know that from way over here. I don't know them. The real history is of them attacking me for what I'm not and for no reason. I'm not a 'history' at all. Don't bother asking for proof. You'll get a psychopathic earfull. Ask who they were with and what they were doing around last Christmas instead. Ask them to prove that. That they've been getting away with it for so long (years, twice) does not excuse it. Friends. Think. If any one of them actually knew me it would have to be stop or it would be out the back for the inevitable punch up!!!! (I'm not nuts!!! Oh how my enemies would enjoy that!!! It's not PC but it is clever. Another way they call me a n*** .) Ask them who they were 'talking' around Christmas. Continuously and with menace. Why are there no real policemen in this town. Evil. Corrupt. Using clever psychology to fool both sides of the fence. I'm a huge joke. Evil bullies sitting on me. Why? They'll be hitting the damn tradition against my name bulldust that they always do. They invented it. To be clear. From 1913 they always thought I was some sort of joke. I used to get 'messages' about them as I went busking. Their reasons for hating me are mysterious and, I believe, Freudian. Tick Tock Fingersnap Big Men Talk Me Defenseless Blues "We want English gentleman compare ourselves good teatime something for nothing."
Lyrics
Rough Draft/Fatcat Destroy Me Coward Blues hell of a man everybody listen and see prick your ears summon your fears you'll hear fabulous fool they'll make of me hell of a man good guy goodie makes it all alrighty say me the baddie annihilate word and tone talk me years and years quite the history crack me up crack another maddies one or two no like chat back fact what you heard dem damn villains won't know what hit em happening esoteric excuses truth of it hell of a man everyone listen hell of a way to get rid of them hell of a soppy lie quite a talk em good riddance hell of a man look in the eye type guy silent type yous all understand swagger swinging his dick no one challenge ever not a coward hell of a guy told you so quite a tradition everyone savour our invention pretend to be policemen one way to harness one's exert your intention satisfy his wiles everyone love him loathe me while you at it don't mention big man song for the day the action everyone talk everyone tar and feather with a word same brush magically aligned tin pot bug up only a hobo say what we want needs me for his cool goodie 2 shoe dingaling hell talk heads off the goddamn fools come again tones humourless no wit we get annihilated for it everybody love us for it or else hell spiritual bigwig hobos big surfy destroy em he says not afraid of it what we going to about it hell auto-forgiveness slander central point over here drug addict say what cha like about it and how call it sick mad hero baddie fake snake whatever rip right idea from it on it now new idea rape the hobo while we put it down look and listen don't mention no one will piggy said we could business Rob Phillips 7 a.m. to 10.30 a.m. 14 08 12
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