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How Do You Fight Cowards Blues.mp3
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Standard anti-bully. I've swiveled and frisbeed at least two hundred of these now. Nothing dents. They can always say 'it's not us', or 'it's not us he's on about'. Clever.
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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 #598
Peak in subgenre #42
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
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Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
February 01, 2013
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MP3 9.4 MB • 112 kbps • 11:46
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Standard anti-bully. I've swiveled and frisbeed at least two hundred of these now. Nothing dents. The Robot Is Dead Meat by 2978 AD A standard blues thing for me. But if the bastards are comparing themselves or being 'above it', please ask them to demonstrate that assertion. What's the bet they are covering their lies HARD at present by describing me, conveniently, as mad, every half hour or so? About twice the slander rate of normal? And that flies, all over and judging an apparently mentally ill man? And covers itself right? Thus they never have to say it to my face. That would be cruel. Back stabs I'm aware of are not then? And all according to their 'fame', without having to contribute to life at all. Bee-coups for bullies. Points on the vendetta, the jealous attack me for no reason. My detractors will be pickled peach and right up themselves it's another of the same ilk. No one need listen to me right? Or are they using psychics to pretend they give me my blues? Ask them to qualify that without playing God. Without the bloody mouths. Liars. In love with 'it', that is, the things I do. None of them give a toss for me myself, in fact they hate me openly. Likely they fully admit it. The worst sort of bullies. Thugs dressed up as love. It's an inhumane and cruel trick to play on anyone, even a robot. Thus the song holds true. How do I fight cowards, people I don't know, in fact I have no idea who they are, and they are probably getting away with that now by lying they are 'fans' and ignoring the decade of sarcasms they fired at my consciousness continuously, every second, for a decade? How? Nothing short of bullets stops the mouths of psychopaths. Go ahead. Say that's my fault. Hotel Phillips. Likely they turned off their computers off to show everyone how threateningly and arrestingly clever they are. Cowards will always come up with an excuse to never mind their own business. Please restrain yourselves if they mention mothers or history. It would be impolite to laugh at them and they might arrest you. Or your daughters.
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1.30 p.m., Friday 01 02 13, spontaneous.
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