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Slave To Famous Bulldust Women Blues.mp3
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Southern blues. Don't play loud. I'm going through something here which I suspect is a vicious slander by a huge ego club, one that's been running for over ten years.
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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!
Song Info
Genre
Blues • Acoustic Blues
Charts
Peak #261
Peak in subgenre #24
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
Rights
Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
September 03, 2012
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MP3
MP3 5.2 MB • 160 kbps • 4:35
Story behind the song
Story: Two hobos from 1910 in the Deep South recall a particularly vicious Little Mama Blues when forced to be employed on a farm. The master race bullies are using them be famous with friends and associates ( they play a good tune and work out, and, being ugly, make for a great mock as well - clever ), whilst claiming at the same time that they cause her and her bully buddies great distress. This song is a plea for mercy, though they know they have little chance. It's a culture thing you see. Apple Jack: "Does anyone ask where blues comes from. Doesn't that count for something?" Lucky Sam: "Only that the whiphands are doing a great job, and that their bulldust is believed." Apple: "They are all satisfied if they can be super cruel all day talking their master race pigeon cool and nagging our every step. They even describe it as 'love for us'" Lucky: "Yep. Wez the white boy n*** ok."
Lyrics
Famous Slavery Blues Slave to ya mama Howling wolf in the cotton fields Break my back all day a Houdini all day Slave to ya mama scars and nothing to say I'm a slave to ya mama what can I poss do You got a seven ft fence of men Surrounding believe me folks God's own truth Jump on anything when I move I give you six bags of good and no bag of no And no bag of no I hope Jesus find you somewhere in the Bayou Long time doing this and an answer for everything Long time then say me every damn thing Just a slave force me to sing sing sing High Ho Yippie Yie Yo Let's Go To Slave to ya mama pretty white girl I've never seen Sitting in ya pristine manner and dreaming Your master got your back and beliece me folks he got me I'm a slave to ya mama all I do is dream break away crashing through the swamp keeping hounds at bay all you wanna do is see sees see Don't know who hurt you baby not my responsibility eye can hardly dry A real piece of work I'm a slave to ya mama I've got 16 chores/sures by the hour Impressing your friends with your whip hand that's power Very powerful slave master I'm a slave to ya baby And you try drive me crazy Slave all you do is try and say me Perfection an angel please someone save me I didn't run this morning big button popularity sarcasm Rob Phillips 7 a.m. 04 0912 from much earlier idea
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