Sat Morn

Got some buddies there I see
the runner said to me
as me and Townes and Frids lounged in the sun
Twas a gorgeous Sat’day morn
cool breeze, warm sun
the day barely begun already runnin’ round

Townes chewin on a stick
Frida chewin’ on her leg
all rollin on our backs in our grassy gowns
Under the trees by the stream
across from where I’ve been
I can see the rut I’m in and how well worn
How I sit day after day
dreamin’ of places I’ll play
instead of finding ways to get it done

And Townes said Let’s jump in the pool and chase things
and Frida said Don’t mind me, I’ll sneak along behind
and I said Come on, move along, let’s go now
And home we flied

Takin advice from the dogs is a mugs game
Takin advice from the cats is fine
Take me some good advice for when you need relaxin
Take yourself a little time

Cause I know that Townes is right
a dog needs his exercise
but I feel like some catnip and following behind
Now they’re dozing on the porch
and I’m strumming a few chords
to get my head restored to the how and why

I know that I need a plan
that details who I am
defines the discipline to win the war
To forget about my worst
put out my best and bust
on to the scene like the first one to be born

And Townes says Please don’t be gone all the time
and Frida says I’ll wander off into the night
so I told them that I’ll stay and myself that I’ll play
and walk them everyday forevermore
walk them everyday

I Can See You

With a name like Maile how could you be anything but
An island child, laying by the water in the sun
Drinkin’ tea and reading magazines
Taking naps in your bikini
Hey mama what’s your name? You’re my one.

I can see you
I can see you
I can see you playing on the beach
I can see you
I can see you
I can see you comin up and kissin me

Yes there is something inside me you alone stir with your strut
I do a funny little dance cause I can’t contain my love
Walkin hand in hand, strange city streets
Takin’ pictures, loving who we meet
Sittin in a restaurant long after we are done and everyone’s gone

I can see you
I can see you
I can see you sittin there with me
I can see you
I can see you
I can see you lookin’ so sweet

Your eyes told me hold me
Your map told me unfold me
Your lips practice poetry
Your stars a certain symmetry

And so you called me Jabie, your singin twin, your bean-headed nut
Whistlin love songs for you all day, all night touching toes under the covers
Still remember when I saw you in the store
Still want you everyday a little more
You’re my constant question, my how, my why, my when, my what

I can see you
I can see you
I can see you standin there right next to me
I can see you
I can see you
I can see you marrying me

Gareth’s Gold

Gareth Dunlop
Gareth Dunlop

I spent my junior year at Trinity College in Dublin in 1993. Thanks to Facebook, I’ve been back in touch with several of my Dublin friends including Gareth Dunlop. Last week Gareth notified me:

Hey, Jason, I was recently clearing out some old cassettes and I stumbled across a 35 minute recording of you, a guitar, some songs on an old SONY Walkman professional from my flat in Dublin in 1993! It’s a great trip down memory lane.

I was so pleasantly surprised. And upon listening back I heard again many songs that I had since lost. What gold! Thank you so much Gareth!!!

Here is the mp3 Gareth recorded at his flat on Capel St., Dublin, when I was 21.
jason-molin-dublin-1993.mp3

  1. Waiting for Water to Boil
  2. Billy, Tonight
  3. Black and White
  4. Might As Well Stay
  5. To the One
  6. Lady Across the Way
  7. Mr. Mystery
  8. Without Love
  9. I Believe
  10. World Without End
  11. River Run
  12. By Name
  13. Sunday Morn (alt. version)
  14. Ray’s Song

I didn’t take my guitar to Ireland, because it had been taking too much time away from my studies. But instead of weekly test and papers, Trinity had only lectures and one paper at the end of the semester. Well, I lived alone, and within a few weeks I’d bought a used classical guitar and was spending more time than ever writing songs.

I sang in the Anglican choir, and hung out with some great folks I met through church. There was a particularly youthful pastor everyone called Stocki who always combined his love for the bible with attention to spiritual songwriting like that of U2. He hosted many young musicians every change he got and gave me a venue for sharing my songs.