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Psychic Dead Weight Bullies Hate My Blues.mp3
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I've gone as far as I probably can with this style. I'll invent something else. I always do. The goddess will be spying al over me to get there first. Just in case anyone wonders, I loathe them, with just cause. No idea who they are.
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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 #928
Peak in subgenre #54
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
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Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
November 28, 2012
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MP3 9.1 MB • 128 kbps • 9:57
Story behind the song
Won't play loud. I have to publish this stuff before 'enemies' get wind of it and try and steal my ideas. Same style I have had to perfect to keep sane. Forcing me to defend myself again. Little 'messages'. Real bastards. Claiming they are the mod squad now. New trick for cowards. Just to make spying on me a 'sincere arrest' rather than the vicious bake me behind my back it truly is. Murdering consciousness, apparently, isn't cruelty or dead weight feel good folks. It's truly ruly goodie two shoes right? Below is a description of what I've deduced. It'll be more vociferous without people watching. The Bizarre Tale Of The Western Australian Spy Club Refuse to leave my consciousness whilst calling it love, conveniently, so they can drive me mad making a spectacle of me before the world discovers their deadly behaviour over the last ten years. Spends every day waiting to impress and be famous off the damn 'with it', a deliberate evil that they refuse to let go of and the entire state apparently lets them. Need of theirs to sit threatening me all day. In many many ways, all covert. Look at it. It will refuse to face me, refuse to budge, refuse to stop talking, refuse to stop trying to out talk me, refuse to stop talking at all. No right in the first place. None. Using my name to conveniently blame me for anything I haven't done or maybe did do whilst helping themselves to my consciousness as a cool cat tough guy punching bag to dump themselves. What could be easier if motivated by one's own sense of importance and righteousness? They just lie there's something wrong with me and away they roll. Let loose with their murderous rage, anger, hate and sarcasm using my character as a toilet, a dart board, a fixer, a energy bubble, a tea cup, a sounding board, a shot of testosterone. All day. All night. Claim a mother consciousness so everyone feels happy about it. Feel happy then. Since my father died and I discovered what frauds and cowards they are I've run interference and it doesn't actually hurt anymore. But its still a threat to my family name. The 'mother consciousness' is a ruse to get everyone to forgive them for ten years of abuse. This post? They'll put on their best daddy tone and act, talk and use power words or instantly accepted one word cliche cools to excuse their way around it. May even use my first name, implying the last name, a myth they invented about me being a crimminal, or, alternatively, conveniently none of my business and I am the spy. Answer for everything. Clever. They know the attention span of their world is fickle. If that doesn't work it'll be my fault. Hatred as a virtue. Double back on the original bull dust as if all of it is now true. Clever. Splattering egos. Pack of thugs. They have no intention of ever being anything to do with me and are using my 'confirmed enemy status', on their say so, to get away with it. Must feel good to attack me. Their club platform is never not 'manned' I hear. Vampires' soul suck. Cause the 'trouble' in the first place then thrive as they watch me 'sweat'. They knew exactly whom to pick on to literally play God all day. Just call me mad behind my back right? Can be as big a coward and fraud as one likes if that's the 'consensus decision opinion' right? Guaranteed love from all. I have not a clue who they are. Please listen to the song. It's not self-promotion, its self-preservation. Heart condition. I can't live life with eyes in the back of my head 24/7. But I will if I have to and yes, I am calling it out. One adapts. I adapted. They, whoever they are, are NEVER forgiven for that. Lied in the beginning and it snowballed. They didn't believe anyone would dare try and stand up to them for this length of time. Of course they won't face me. The thing would reverse itself and go VERY badly for them. Don't go to the beach on my dime or anything!!
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