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They Shoot Horses Don't They Blues.mp3
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As clear as I can be. The people siting on me are liars, and have been for a decade.
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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 #527
Peak in subgenre #37
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
February 07, 2013
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MP3
MP3 9.6 MB • 128 kbps • 10:30
Story behind the song
As accurate against the three or so bastards sitting on me as I can be. They may lie this song is about movies and I'm the liar. I was in a good mood when I recorded it. That's because I worked today, the doctor told me my blood pressure is good and I had Chinese for dinner. I'm in for another football match all night so here's the short. The Robot Is Dead Meat by 2978 AD As clear as I can be. The people siting on me are liars, and have been for a decade. They use the same lie over and over if it works. Of course they do. It's obvious no one is going to question it. In their world no one is allowed to be a superstar, unless personally known to them. They don't have to prove anything or prove they can be silent. It's Western Australian thing. Boys own vendetta if one dares. The rub of course is if you've done nothing, don't know them and have talent. Pitchforks all round. They'll call you mad, gay, a bastard, to anyone who'll listen, and sustain a really with it attack on your character by never letting go of these lies, around the clock. Unimaginable cruelty and cowardice and the people knowing them are letting them. Either that or everyone is dead scared of them. Thus a form of blackmail. Go ahead. Support local psychopaths. Only they could endeavour such a thing. Let me guess...... I'm mad, so must be monitored, by specifically the dead weight thugs who provided themselves as the 'evidence', and that wasn't an up themselves, they are better actors than that, and definitely want me dead, specifically because there is no evidence of the madness, but plenty of drug addled. Thankyou. Yes. drug addled. I'm beginning a deep, deep disrespect.
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07 02 13, around 4 p.m., spontaneous.
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