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Take The Winds From My Sails Blues.mp3
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It's just old time blues that I'll probably re-release with a more crunchy riff when I'm not having to look over my shoulder.
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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 #618
Peak in subgenre #43
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
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Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
January 26, 2013
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MP3
MP3 7.7 MB • 160 kbps • 6:42
Story behind the song
The Robot Is Dead Meat by 2978 AD I wish 'looking over my shoulder' was not ridiculous. If anyone knows these bastards saying stuff about me, trying to talk me until the cows come home, then as an experiment, why don't you attempt to try and tell them 'no, we don't approve or support', and watch the fast talk. I don't know them. Their myth, tradition, legend, whatever about me, only exists there. Here I'm almost without any company at all and no ties anymore to mates. They are ignoring my heart condition, but I haven't discovered why. They are claiming these posts 'are not about them' but about a fantasy of science fiction. They are claiming my guitar is nasty and clever and typical. Any way I move they claim I should be the opposite, a dirty trick. For example, if I'm into art they claim 'I'm too big a man and had my chance and should give my big skies up to decent folk such as themselves'. If I'm outdoors they claim 'I'm leaving my gift behind' or I'm a crimminal. When they talk, and this is a punt, what's the bet when told of things I've done they say things like 'did I indeed', implying they are 'on top' of my consciousness and I'm a deviate whom should be locked up. Not that consciousness is a word they'd use. They like 'conscience' better.
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27 01 13, 7 a.m., spontaneous from ideas in my backlog.
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