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Hobo Won't Defeat The Blues.mp3
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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
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Peak #92
Peak in subgenre #14
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
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Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
Uploaded
January 07, 2013
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MP3 9.0 MB • 128 kbps • 9:48
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Stock standard. The Robot Is Dead Meat by 2978 AD Also called Fake Sergeant Blues. My detractors believe it or not will pick a line and say 'that's me' (in private of course, they'll never go public) and ignore the whole thing, and me, all day, words are meaningless, but insist they be allowed to spy without respite. No one says no to them. They'll admit to being bigger geniuses though, even though they seem to have a massive problem leaving my consciousness alone. 'Measure of me'. Only took ten years and a PHD in me. I'm not allowed to happen. They'll be telling others they 'talk' to me. They hit that one when I'm exhausted. Fantasists. Never tire of implying I'm a flawed individual, a crimminal. Spies ain't bored. If I use a word like 'crock' they use it as 'proof' I'm lying. A crock. I'll check this later, but I think its ok. I have to work now, and the 'beautiful' two husbands plus ultra cool plus me bully spies will follow me where ever, out of sight of course, I'll never meet them or even know who they are, pretending to be police and threatening, sarcasms and sad sack and heavy equals true and destroy my word and broadcast my consciousness all down the line, swearing it's a love and not a gang membership and not a vendetta at all. Ten minutes. They don't suffer in silence like I do. In private of course.
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