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Telepathic Cooler Than Me Back Alley Blues Blues.m
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Anti-the pretend police blues. Ask them to look me in the eye and not play God all day and night for a change. Or talk about something else.
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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 #242
Peak in subgenre #24
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
February 19, 2013
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MP3 8.4 MB • 160 kbps • 7:22
Story behind the song
The Robot Is Dead Meat by 2978 AD A secret ambition for strangers' continuous psychopathy. Watch my detractors slander if I let them. And any chance they get. Quite the threat. Watch them try and 'message me' that they are some sort of 'drug squad', and lie to their mates their attentions yield 'results' and scare the Lucifer out of me. Watch them say it's not a game, seeing as I have not a clue who they are, and in their world, likely they get kudos from knowing about me, and have done for twenty years, likely illegally, fifteen of which were spend as a gang sitting on me, spying, twenty-four hours a day, in relays. Nothing light, always wanting a fight, always tough guys, always pretending to be on par with me. Another defend myself all day? From total strangers playing James Bond? And all night of course? Let me guess. It is not run by a pack of jealous out of their brains up themselves. And they'll 'help me' from 'afar'. Anything goes, because they are saying its not slander and spying and they are not strangers to me? And it's not about inflicting pain and stress? My heart condition went out the window then. Because everyone is a great guy in this town? Anyone actually know them? My sources say they claim to be the police. That's hard to stomach, heart breaking in fact, in every sense of the expression. I wouldn't mind their names, but my bet is you are all having such fun and are such cowards the very idea has never occurred to anyone. Never. And it won't now. Go ahead. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me I'm lying. 190213, spontaneous at 10 a.m.. Anti-the pretend police blues. Ask them to look me in the eye and not play God all day and night for a change. They'll actually assume God I'll bet, along with representing the entire Western Australia. Misters Western Australias. Ask them to talk about something else for a change. Ask them why they need every damn minute of me. And don't let them tell you they can't approach me because I'm little or a mad axe murderer. That's a crock. That's their shop me. I don't bight. Huge twenty year cooler than me, and lying to get with. Very clever. An inadequacies group psychosis for psychopaths. But I am not their damn psychiatrist. Watch them claim I'm nuts. Cowards. It's not fair I should have to churn out song after song and line after line on my assessments of them from having eyes in the back of my head simply because they can't bear, in their jealous world, to be bored. Illiterate thugs. Deliberate illiterate thugs. They won't get it, but people can say no to them. I do every damn day. That's what this post is about. And no, it's not about 'other blues players'.
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190213, spontaneous at 10 a.m..
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