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Woke Up In A Trench Again Blues -Trying To Kill Me
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Don't play loud. It's just my anti-war, anti-bully, anti-slander blues, without mentioning the criminals on my name 'directly'. Nothing people haven't heard before, but a good one if you like hobo blues.
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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 #279
Peak in subgenre #22
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
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Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
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September 30, 2012
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MP3 6.5 MB • 160 kbps • 5:40
Story behind the song
Story: 1914. Fodder. To test world theories while enjoying the thrill of fighting without the pain of course. Especially when the troops are softened up or tired and dead beat and they want to test limits. An experiment. To impress, like the psychopaths needing approval they are. So generals can feel like big men talking the dirt talk (without having to face it themselves). Poor Lucky Sam reckons they manipulated him into a difficult fighting consciousness in the first place just so they could be heros by administering to it. Apple Jack agrees. A revelation. And a fraud. All war is a form of fraud I would suspect. Who stats them? Proof is not necessarily in the pudding. Verifiable facts would do, and a confession.
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Woke Up In A Trench Again Blues woke up this morning baby looked everywhere for my boots and blues mojo was humming my guitar carries me far away woke up this morning here I am back in the zone everything is exploding shaking my bones every bullet got my name every rifle everything was rattling whole earth shaking reeling very air soul stealing surrounded by murderers back in the pig pen here in the trenches woke up this morning oh my God please tell me I'm dreaming can't possibly still be going on I still got my song better sing it before I go over the top hope I come back I hate these attacks write a letter pleading sweet Jesus tell my Mama I was thinking about her love they wanna kill me out back they wanna kill me out front still got this I'm only one.... Rob Phillips Days ago n(28 09 12, it says on computer, but I may have worked on it a bit)
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