Ya lowdown yeller bellied two timing Marlboro varmints! 

 Wheel out the Welcome Wagon for a gen-u-ine, Old Nashville-is-the-new-Nashville, pedal-steeled drive-thru debut ALBUM, introducing/from Rob Clarke and/with the Brown Bears:-

10 COUNTRY GREATS AND 1 OTHER https://robclarkewiththebrownbears.bandcamp.com/album/10-country-greats-and-1-other
'Delicately drawn as a sweetly drifting country folk ramble etched in bitterness, pity and a sense of regret' - Mark Barton - https://marklosingtoday.wordpress.com/2014/12/21/rob-clarke-and-the-brown-bears/

'Liverpool, UK-based country band Rob Clarke and The Brown Bears have been causing quite the stir in their home town as well as in the US. With tons of radio play on the BBC in addition to airing in Kansas City, Los Angeles and even Radio Zenith in France, the band have been able to play such well-known venues as Leaf, The Cavern and Heebie-Jeebies, and have also had their music included on several compilations.  With Rob’s vocals in crystal clear melancholy and the swaying beat in full flow, it’s a true tribute to the music they draw from and a beautifully classic sad song' - Vickye Fisher - http://forthecountryrecord.com/2015/01/25/featured-rob-clarke-and-the-brown-bears-another-country-song/

Set your barn alight right now:-listen: https://robclarkewiththebrownbears.bandcamp.com/album/10-country-greats-and-1-other

Or contact our Sheriff's office for your deputy's badge, souvenir songs and pictures, bubblegum cards -   

Email: staffonly@macace.net
https://www.facebook.com/robclarkewiththebrownbears
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We improvise in blues/rock/jazz, playing music in real time. 
Now for some poetry and prose...

*This page also includes music from 2 other bands, Gossamer (from NYC), and North (from Long Island, NY). Of which the reverend Tony Amendolare played bass guitar.

The Brother's Fate includes the esteemed reverend Joseph, and the reverend Tony on bass guitar and sometimes on guitar.
Here comes some poetry:

(LONG ROAD by Rev. Tony 2017)
We play on the side of roads. 
On the shoulder and in rain. 
For the sick and shuttered, dead dogs and opossum. 
We'll pray to the moon, for YOU and the sun. 
For those who crash here, be thy saved!

ANGELS OF DOOM (Ghost Poem by Reverend Joseph 01-11-07)
I ride with ghosts on the road of memory.
Roam the road with spirits of the past.
People, places, purposes, now memory spirits on the road of distant lands tended by ancient Roman hands.

(SUNSET BLVD. by Rev. Joe 2017)
Sunset Blvd
Life is a sad
lonely day out
Here on sunset blvd

Every cause  
a lost cause

Every paradise
a lost paradise

Every dream
a lost dream
Here on Sunset Blvd

Just another one
of the faceless 
nameless walking
dead
 
Here on Sunset Blvd

Insane normalcy
in a dark world
run by cold hearted
Bastards

Insane normalcy
just another loser

Here on sunset blvd
everything happens

People coming and
leaving the world
just another loser.

Here on Sunset Blvd.
(Reverend Joseph 11-15-2015)    

STRANGE LAND (by Rev. Joe)
I'm an old blues man
wandering this strange land
looking for slim Jim dancing in the wind.

Blues man singing about this cruel place.
Looking for the soul of the human race

Pain in an old man's face.
Homeless child walking his last mile. 
Nobody smiles anymore, in a nation run by whores.

Steal everything out the back door
Soulless zombies- pimps - motherfuckers

I'm an old blues man 
just here to sing my song.
Magic strange notes in the air
till I fade away and no longer here.
Because I believe God doesn't really care

Just play my blues
I'm an old blues man
In a strange fucking land.
(December 1, 2012 Reverend Joseph)

Ode To Jim Morrison on his 41st year of his departure from this plane of existence. 
Magic man dancing wild.
Wild child full of grace.
Show the world your honest face.
Poor Otis dead and gone.
Left you here to sing his song.
Love that pretty little gal with the red dress on.
In a Hollywood bungalow, about an hour ago.
Mr. Mojo Rising running wild
Waiting for the sun.
Weird scenes inside the gold mine.
The ministers daughter is in love with a snake.
Come on baby back into my arms.
I hear a sound, a very gentle sound.
Very near,       very far.
We want the world, and we want it now.
They got the guns but we got the numbers.
Five in one, one in five.
But no one gets out here alive.
Keep your hands on the wheel.
And your eyes on the road.
We're going to the road house.
Have a real good time, yeah.
Alright,        come on.

I woke up this morning 
and got myself a beer.
The future's uncertain
and the end is always near.
I I I I love you the best
Indian summer.
The West is the best.
You get him
I'll get the rest.

7/03/11
Inspired by Jim Morrison's Ode to L.A.
 while thinking of Brian Jones, deceased.
(Mostly using Jim Morrison's words and a few of my own to connect them).

Reverent Joeseph 7/03/11

Gossamer was a rock band that formed in 1992. This recording was made in 1999 in Brooklyn, NY. 

Brian McKenna is the vocalist and main lyricist, the music was written equally as a band. Jason Cafaro played drums, Linda Laporte played guitar and sang vocals, Tony Amendolare played bass guitar.

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