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Who The Hell Is Divinity Woman Blues.mp3
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They couldn't take no, even as a matter of consciousness, and psychics don't do men only or fair, so this one is about a woman.
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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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Blues • Acoustic Blues
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
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Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
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February 15, 2013
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MP3 8.4 MB • 128 kbps • 9:09
Story behind the song
15 02 13 at around 2 p.m., spontaneously off the back off hidden attack and two other tunes I penned. The Robot Is Still Not Dead by 2979 AD No. I'm not dead. Divinity Woman Is No Rapist Blues Blues Don't actually know. I still have not a clue who they are. I assume it is both men and women, though maybe its not. This is certain. They ignore everything. The posts, the photography, my blues. The truth. They must so far up themselves they can barely need their own eyes anymore. Here's something for the stalkers of my consciousness, should they deem to read it ... They are likely getting permissions from right royal corrupt (any swear word, insult or adjective you like ... ... not afraid of you you cheap dime store hoods) whom thinks he or she is a great guy. The chips are all on the boys' shoulders right? Not Mister Biggies Bosses. Are they all the magnificent Western Australian, and famous I assume, bigger than mountains drug squad today? Again? Lovely sport. Dumping on me from advantage, threat and height. Great pretend. Don't prove it to me or anything, of course. All requiring my stum and all hate me for that from over there, no way ever over here? Because in Western Australia certain things are sacrosanct? Which once they explained to me, my face, nay, told, though buggered if anyone's required to do that again. More fun enemies right? No boredom and big tough guys right? Real men right? Because you all sound like one? Riding a divinity off my sweat and, get this, my pain, my blues, my intelligence? And all just say 'he is' and away they roll. Yum. If I do the blues they suck it like glue and claim the spirit of the thing was something they provided, acting, cleverly, with word and accuracy, and hidden threat, including copywrite threat, either side of the piece itself. How does one fight cowards? How does one fight frauds? How does one fight liars? One can post and point out their falsity on the internet for starters. Watch it fast talk around the clock. All of them. I'll bet it's really something to actually witness.
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15 02 13 at around 2p.m., spontaneously off the back off hidden attack and two other tunes I penned.
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