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Who Are You Baby Blues ( Still Flying ).mp3
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It's just straight hobo anti-heckler blues, with a new A string, which I hope is a good thing. (You should hear the difference if a blues purist). Don't play loud. Mono. Prosperity will know about a war, even if fought in secret.
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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 #475
Peak in subgenre #40
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
October 02, 2012
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.7 MB • 160 kbps • 4:57
Story behind the song
Story: The fields of Flanders in 1918. Two American hobos fighting for the British (beaut tea) yet being harassed by Australians (not to their faces). Their names are Apple Jack and Lucky Sam. No idea what the bullies' names are. The bullies have survived questions over their behaviour under a banner of 'containment' of the hobo's behaviour. The fact that they need Apple's sharp shooting wiles and 'Lucky blues' to be 'famous' has eluded detractors both sides of the 'debating fence', which the hobos are saying is just a dressed up goodie two shoe excuse thing. Talk is guilt they say, both sides of fence, even though the hobos complaints are only in the blues. (Wouldn't an even playing field be nice!!!!????). Yet other excuse is 'misinformed', despite the contradiction and the bullies clever loud/soft slander (what an act!!) is still going to town. Hobos will always hit down and out eventually you see. Detractors count on that. Such currency also holds water because (another contradiction) the bullies are 'frightened'. Neither hobo is six feet tall or 'encompassed' by a pyramid of 'other heavy men'. In fact, they are basically defenseless. To the bullies it's all a wonderful fist fight in their heads. You get away with murder when you are a popular male god. The invincible private joke. Fraudulently painted me black knowing exactly whom they could pick on and get away with it, then tucking into 'action man, which suits as jealous and always hated. Standing up to them. It's 2012 and they've been at me for a decade and I suspect 'public' since May or June. They base a lot of argument around the preposition I'll forget certain points due to my 'ravaged mind'.
Lyrics
Who Are You Baby Blues who are you baby always sipping on my tea Who are you baby always wanting something more who can you be Who are you baby always louder than God Who are you baby what the hell do you want Screaming like a banshee whoo shucks something more Your boyfriend wanna kill me and his boyfriend want to eat me Who are you baby always talking crazy I go down swinging but you know come back up Who are you baby bigger than life Why are baby bigger than much bigger than Sitting like a king on your throne who knows Who are you baby baking everything claiming everything I do who are you Who are you baby claiming all I do I sing the blues another tune Run a mile baby a mile for you Sit around all fussing never notice my shoe No show on you Well lovely baby what could I possibly do Who are you baby all around me All over my sad sack All over my shack Believe me if I ever get together Who'd want it back Who are you baby when are/hope you are not coming back (never 'leaves' my name) Who are you baby speak easy all the time It's almost violent the way you spend my dime Who are you baby baby please tell me Who are you baby don't look at me like that When did you have me when did you leave me when did it all happen When baby when who are you Who are you baby sprinkling ice in my tea repeat What would you want with me who knows I don't She makes sure I hear From way over yonder Rob Phillips (still defending his name) 13 09 12 re-visited 13 10 12
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