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Telephone Dipping Sauce Hobo Rap All Day Cooler Pa
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Humour audio story blues. Fingersnap struggle to beat off a diabolical kill me consciousness harassing my spaces. The stranger women are so beautiful!!! What a pity I've never met them.
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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 #489
Peak in subgenre #40
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
August 20, 2012
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MP3 7.2 MB • 160 kbps • 6:15
Story behind the song
Story: 1917. Flanders. Australian regiment. Two hobos, volunteers from the USA, and an Australian struggle back through no-man's land to the forward trenches, to their other struggle, that is, to face determined anti-everything bullies, who are important enough not to have to go over the top. Clever with the anger and the word are the bullies who hate the hobos. Apple Jack: Ignoring just about everything off "we are just the guys you know', including 'don't know them schizophrenia' (i.e., don't actually know the hobos, but make damn sure they hear the threat loud and clear). Big of them (the bullies) you see. Have an invented tradition about hobos they live in. The bullies believe their 'enemy' will never twig, no one they know will catch their lies. Clever comment on the latest song written (it's not the latest). The women, apparently, are psychic like that. Ignore the intentional make us terrified. Strangers trying to kill us. That is, we have to billboard spell it out loud and clear. Want us dead. They will twisty everything we sing to make it look like their own damn regime is us attacking them!! Lucky Sam: "Hitler". Brilliant and clever. Up itself. Proof. No one watching 'action', only published song. Always the case. Spies who hate, Heart condition. Power ignoring 'stalking' charge. Have to be cooler to than nameless voices to stop it? More than clever.... Australian: I've got nothing. They'll say that's our fault. (Clever with the anger. Clever with the word. There are people out there who hate me. Watching me. I want them out of my life. Heart condition.)
Lyrics
Sponteneous, parts one and two in one stream of consciousness, hiding insane pain. Eyes in back of head pain. There was a middle bit where I lost my faith in Australia and law and order. I've cut it. 'Delete' is the word these days. See yesterday's post for date and time. I kept a diary if anyone challenges my work ethic or character.
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