A Last Fling With Decadence & Democracy -- Original CD featuring Sex w/ an Angel

Get a signed limited edition copy of the CD Last Fling w/Decadence and Democracy ... a compilation work by me, joe rossi, backed by a host of excellent musicans, with songs recorded over the last two decades of the last millenium: live tracks, studio, tracks, original america music!

Send $10 cash, check or money order and a cool fun letter with your desired mailing address to

PO Box 685313
Austin TX 78768-5313

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A Third Option:

you can visit amazon.com by clicking on the link below and purchase it there:

Joe Rossi: Last Fling w/ Decadence & Democracy

At amazon you can also listen to sound clips of all the songs, read reviews, post reviews etc. The music on the CD is some of the music featured in our YouTube videos, such as Love Her Like The Rain, Rock & Roll Socks, Brainflower, and Freeways & Mirrors. You can also hear some of the tracks at http://myspace.com/mjoerossi or http://myspace.com/electricsol



The first two options are preferred as I have not heard from Orchard, the label selling my CD, in years, even though I know for a fact that they have been selling my CDs. Sooner or later, I will have to hook up with them and see what is going down, but in the meantime the first two options helps us in a much better and more direct way, plus the ones amazon sells won't be signed for obvious reasons.

There's even some used cheap ones out there. I guess! Check it out!

Remember, it's all about L O V E!

Cheers!

Grace

random notes on a dark blood day

in wasted scenes of dreams
& backward screams of children play
dogs are obeying, inner voices to play ball

shouts outside the window
t.v. rambles on
more die today as hatred fires another volley
time tock tick tock ...

the thing then is to deal with it, because this shit is going to happen.
you're going to have your tsuamni's and you're going to have your pscyhos going postal
you're going to have your hurricanes and you're going to have 9/11s.

maybe this human caused cases are damning, to our collective psyche, because we believe it to be preventable ... but like a rogue shark, or a killer virus, life has a dark underside.

At the top of the food chain, we all don't much think about what it's like to be any of the lower life forms of the planet. Some of us, we get a hangnail and our day is ruined. We didn't get the bonus at work. Damn.

Be thankful you're alive. Be thankful you're alive every second and don't take any of it for granted. Thank the Sky, God, the Godess, the Metaphors, The Myths, the Great Spirits
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Justin Siegel, Jame Hall and NEXTEL: Partners in CRIME!

Justin Siegel and Jamie Hall are a pair of crooks as far as I am concerned. My wife inadvertantly signed up for some chat service on her nextel, and now NEXTEL, their willing accomplice in corporate theft refuse to stop billing us monthly on behalf on jsmart technologies, which was started by slimeballs Justin Siegel and Jamie Hall, who cannot be contacted, and NEXTEL does not seem to know how to get ahold of them either, but they are more than willing to charge us $2.99 a month on my phone bill and pass that along to jsmart tec, who are the only ones who can cancel our account which we don't use.


http://www.jsmart.com/jsmart/html/feedback1.jsp?source=JSmart

Wandering, wandering wonderall ....

Wandering, wandering wonderall ....

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the highway
the road less travelled
jack kerouac

images conjured of hitchhiking sojourns into an American Night

still the day may arrive
I'll wander these broken dream highways into the East
through the Plains, & the Ohio Valleys

through Mississipi & stretches of Appalachins
Pennsylvania, Upstate New York
eeerrie canal, wanderlust, daydream, deadhead road tours

yeah I love the idea the yielding horizon
yielding small towns, giving up the ghosts of histories past
quiet times, tree-lined avenues, rolling hills, baled hay, & cotton
windmills, watertowers, old mills, abandoned houses

on the outskirts, prairies, cattle roam
ancient trails, wonders home.

wonder is here
where I wander in mind
to all the places unseen
in Time.

Let Us Ride ...

et us ride such swift & surging currents
into the future, drips like paint from ragged cloudburst skies

let us script words
& then poisoned pens, we let it fly
into your maelstrom, city night she begins w/ horns & voices
in the night

so cool & smooth & w/ elegant aplomb
approach the podium caress the speaker glib & wired
into sunsets, frames & frozen fantasies

of log cabins, rolled in stone, & gypsy weavers
finding freedom, violence in words & images on the screens of so many televisions
tuned into Time

this ragged face of history, of cars & castles of yore & mimes
& poet laureates, actors, singers, radicals, feminists, care-takers, muck rackers
rabble rousers, they cry

a slingshot, bullseye, arrow flies into my mind, the bullet dies all light explodes
into the future seed, a Kingdom not of words, not of realms, not of mine.

a place where nothing happens
because every thing has been perfected rendered in ionic
classic lines.

Let Us Ride ...

et us ride such swift & surging currents
into the future, drips like paint from ragged cloudburst skies

let us script words
& then poisoned pens, we let it fly
into your maelstrom, city night she begins w/ horns & voices
in the night

so cool & smooth & w/ elegant aplomb
approach the podium caress the speaker glib & wired
into sunsets, frames & frozen fantasies

of log cabins, rolled in stone, & gypsy weavers
finding freedom, violence in words & images on the screens of so many televisions
tuned into Time

this ragged face of history, of cars & castles of yore & mimes
& poet laureates, actors, singers, radicals, feminists, care-takers, muck rackers
rabble rousers, they cry

a slingshot, bullseye, arrow flies into my mind, the bullet dies all light explodes
into the future seed, a Kingdom not of words, not of realms, not of mine.

a place where nothing happens
because every thing has been perfected rendered in ionic
classic lines.