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Amazing Deliberate Dead Weight Hate Me Blues.mp3
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Don't play loud. Ordinary hobo complains blues. Decent folk need not worry. Fodder. Those 'in the know', well, I'm starting to feel sorry for you.
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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
Charts
Peak #435
Peak in subgenre #38
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
September 10, 2012
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MP3
MP3 4.7 MB • 160 kbps • 4:06
Story behind the song
Apple Jack makes another statement (hobo from 1917): Sorry anyone wondering why all this (anti-slander, anti-bully blues) wasn't happening prior to Christmas last year. I had family to consider. Now I'm openly challenging the bastards on my name. I have a heart condition. Trust me, if they don't end it immediately you'll know they want me dead. Not kidding. Also called "pick a fight blues". Except when I say something I mean it. If I was to believe them my internet is going to police central, there's a bust at dinner and any time I'm caught out alone at night it'll be a gunshot. Attacking my consciousness by slaughtering my name, making talk, forcing me to be almost continuously public. Real bastards. They go up I go down. Quite the damn lie. Quite the tradition. Convenient. Like a toilet. There is no, and has never been, any damn relationship. There may be some question as to whether these bastards cause me true pain. Is someone actually asking that after all these weeks, after Christmas, after ten years....NOW THAT IS A JOKE. (Lyrics to the songs took a LOT of effort. That is, not to appear nuts, in itself a goddamn sanity convention.)
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Deliberate Dead Weight/Pick A Fight Blues in the morning pick a fight at breakfast ride bike by noon you got the action here come the truck biggest grand stand mac on from my highway you got a lot of sanction you do and then you don't you'll see and then you won't everyone grew an extra eye you say and your silent you wreck and the your pilot everyone agree first you say you will then you say you won't all stand on edge first you say we own it then you wanna kill it hurry up and make your pledge something sounds sweeter than Jesus being bitter believe me folks its a blast nothing sound classic like ten piggy trucks attacking believe me its a rotten stroke of luckie cast no one sounds clearer than mr happy on a wicket he'd face your adam but that ain't cricket in his hunky dory world his mates are so abusive he's the hero of elusive no one ever catch him putting me down he just wanna rest easy with my soul as his lazy and a stab in my back that won't let him down who p[aid for the rhythm guitar who paid for ry a lyrical star who's pretending top know and doesn't m,r happy who paid the devil then wanted a key to heaven who's got a foot act in both camps roll up the amazing jingle box man coca cola peanut sixpence get you nothing from something sweetest dime in town smile like a house a cat like a mouse who else you need to listen too amazing amazing never know luck in the big city since 1923 five will get you twenty everyone look at the amazing one man danger band no ones lying no one's crying no one's beautiful any more says its a conscience vote it isn't Rob Phillips, Monday, 3 p.m. 10 09 12
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