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Dipping Sauce Hobo Telephone Bake Back Blues.mp3
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Song For the day. Part One. Don't play loud!!! Me mono. It's fingersnap helicopter, but I really gave it my best shot, lyrically and guitar.
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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
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
August 20, 2012
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MP3
MP3 4.1 MB • 160 kbps • 3:32
Story behind the song
Story: Two hobos right in the action. This is battle. Flanders 1917. All sorts of stuff goes wrong. Lucky they know all about running from bullets and jumping barbed wire!!! In the middle of it they talk of old times. Quite the decades it's become!!! Apple Jack: Is that really true???? They have a 'rota' of enemies they 'see' each day. And prank call it if 'it's' 'bad'. Lucky Sam: Worse than that. Games with 'it'. You know back in the day when I did visit people...a lot of folk looked at me twice. I was easy to follow, being poor. Obvious. White hair. I wouldn't be surprised if persons of interest are lying that my wake was my actual shadow, when, in fact, it was a curse I've never met. Some men live by a motto. Don't do bad things, and if you are going to lie, be it about some disaster of a man and stick to it (him, and the lie) came rain or hail. Believe me folks, in the end you won't believe such a soul sucking talk me hound my name could actually exist. But they do. Strangers pretending not. With 'spiritualisms'. And lies? Given my health and the language I heard there, obviously I have no one I know there. Seem to have a 'roster' of enemies they sit on. I'm the action for sure. And likely runs other gangs of absolutely resolutely say the same thing like minded party line animals. An Australian: Lucky I even stoop to calling them bastards? How can a 24/7 be a police thing if not in can? Add Shirley Temple Blues to the list. Quite the honey buns and long-leg heroes I'll bet!!! (stranger madness thing about Phillips thinks he's God? the madness again? "God" will have another go at the washing machine for you then...) He might.
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Spontaneous, thank you if you read this far. Song from Monday 20 08 12, morning.
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