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Who Are These Strangers Trying To Kill Me Blues.mp
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Loud punch 'em blues. Acoustic. Don't play loud. The daed will hear it maybe.
artist blues guitar london graphic designer animator illustrator robert phillips robertemerald tichphillips woolich xbusker
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 #467
Peak in subgenre #35
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
August 07, 2012
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MP3 6.7 MB • 128 kbps • 7:18
Story behind the song
Originally the same song King Of The Blues. 1997 from memory. You can hear it at my MySpace site or at robertemerald at www.newgrounds.com. http://www.myspace.com/tichphillips http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/search/author/robertemerald http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/search/author/robertemerald On A Boat to England two hobos meet their accusers face to face. They have a few thugs with them. They are finished in the United States, reputations ruined, exposed as the bullies they are. They physically attack the hobos after hours. Both are beaten to a pulp, but not killed. At the crucial moment Bobbie Blues steps in and overpowers them. They are thrown overboard with a life-raft. Here? There are no fairy tales in life. I put a public notice out there. A visible challenge. Leave me, my name, threatening my family, alone, stop spying (I don't care how frigging 'famous' you are), stop slandering, stop talking me, stop trying to get me to suicide or hot foot the car, stop megatonnage lies so idiots give you oks to do all of the above. You can't look me in the eye. There is no look at God in the eye through 'victory' over me, my reputation, stories about me, your own damn fraud. You cannot gain any hope for your history from me. Sorry. Take your giant chips elsewhere. You frighten me. I'll bet you frighten everyone you know. They think giving you oks to look at me renders the you problem under the carpet. This notice is as much for them. Look at title of latest song. I'm sure your latest lie is a beaut, or is it some scumbag goodie two shoe girlie gig you invented years ago? If I'm just some lousy meal mad bastard crimminal then, as a tradition right, you bloody could (look me in the eye....you never have). You know who you are. Talk properly about something else, contribute to consciousness, read or work or hobby or whatever, but get out of my life. If you really are pig spies and you can't read not my problem. I gave you ABC consciousness every morning throughout my jog. Humourless. Obsessed. Liars. All of you. 'piggy wiggy' means the bastards feeding on me all day, not police necessarily, unless it is. I'd lock 'em up.
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'piggy wiggy' means the bastards feeding on me all day, not police necessarily, unless it is. I'd lock 'em up.
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