j

by J Molin

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Purchasable with gift card

     

  • Buy Disc

1.
Room 304 03:34
Room 304 my song begins here in a cheap hotel room my love and i waking up bathed in the light that comes from the courtyard filled with the sounds escaping through windows in everyone’s lives we’re wind in the trees this afternoon we leave an hour at the beach a hundred city streets we’re wind in the waves we have to go today we’re running to the gate hurry up we’re late! the snoring and spitting the wind and the water the silhouette’s dark and the teenage girl’s light i am the foreigner, the insatiable voyeur hooked on the sounds, imagining lives we’re wind in the trees this afternoon we leave an hour at the beach a hundred city streets we’re wind in the waves we have to go today we’re running to the gate hurry up we’re late! someone is hammering, a radio is playing an old lady’s rasp, a little boy’s whine the clink of the plates, the echoes like mirrors it’s all of our lives and we are the spies we’re wind in the trees this afternoon we leave an hour at the beach a hundred city streets we’re wind in the waves we have to go today we’re running to the gate hurry up we’re late! my song ends as ecstatic cries from my lover mix with the cries of a baby outside distracted by harmony born in the courtyard my love and i stop for a moment and smile we’re wind in the trees this afternoon we leave an hour at the beach a hundred city streets we’re wind in the waves we have to go today we’re running to the gate hurry up we’re late!
2.
Aphrodisiac 04:00
after a day avoiding and evading i went down to the tracks and received my training life is long, love is worth waiting because love, she moved out of her place down on manchaca so i lost myself recording and computing drinking away my lusting and brooding defending myself from my self-deluding love, love, when you gonna come back? my love is the greatest aphrodisiac after a call, an awful connection a fragile thing needed protection hold on to your hope, let go of perfection because love, far off love’ll bring a man’s blues back i found the big me by her wounded skin now i’m paralyzed with sweet indecision but in the crippling heat of this drought i have vision vision of love, wet love, the dry texas land cracks but my love is the greatest aphrodisiac i dream and dream till i conjure you you’re right there on the tip of my tongue i just want to spread the good news you are the only one, the only one… i lay myself down on this naked page there’s still so many things too close to my heart to say alone at night when i give myself away i think love, love, i need my muse back cause my love is the greatest aphrodisiac
3.
half of all the waiters, a tenth of all the saints my baby likes tomatoes, i like finger paints a hobby is good and everyone should be taking photographs or working with wood drove to the corner, slipped past a cop drop me an anvil when you get to the top built in ‘63, sold in tennessee by a guy with a hair-lip clever as can be figure it out, add it all up, for your lover there’s siblings in the white house, uncles on tv i’ve landed in the hoosegow for spreading disease a million in chips, a nice pair of lips ringside seats at the fight, a suite for the night down on alameda where the beehive buzz you don’t ever need a leader everyone call you cuz break out your ax, my friend can play sax i try to sing to straight but my voice always cracks figure it out, add it all up, for your lover days go by, never knew needed, some say i sitting here wishing you well so fucking hard to say when you deal with such shit everyday someone’s in the backyard, standing in the rain i played the wild card then i hopped the next train i gave it to jane, she gave it to wayne now he’s got a high fever and going insane radio is broken my peanut is numb i lost my subway token and i feel like a bum telephone rings somebody sings they treated us like dirt and now they treat us like kings figure it out, add it all up, for your lover
4.
every god damn day is like the road to monterrey it’s your holiday and your still trying to get away mist on the mountain breathtaking height don’t look to the right it drops out of sight the rental’s a rattle the highway’s a snake your foot’s on the break every god damn day is like the road to monterrey it’s your holiday and your still trying to get away middle of nowhere two narrow lanes down come the rains there’s no wiper blades it turns into night some blind with their brights some stop without lights checkpoint kid’s got guns your hope to hell he don’t search you for drugs can’t make out what he wants your cowboy’s cap, screw that! every god damn day is like the road to monterrey it’s your holiday and your still trying to get away here comes a tractor trailer another in your mirror there’s no kind of shoulder no place to get over just plastic flowers laid by all the roadside graves so many close shaves the cop’s a crooked bum your taillight’s out, he thinks he can get some but you know to play dumb that lazy jerk hates paperwork!
5.
when you go walkin down on the drag cause you feel cooped up in your little place and need space, feelin unclean and everybody looks like they stepped out a magazine let me go walkin with you when you go dancin down along 6th don’t want to be home alone saturday night it’s alright, feeling depressed end up at the bar feeling like an uninvited guest let me go dancin with you we’ll just make fun of the world laugh at how everything is so stupid and when i go drinkin down at the ritz cause i need a little time away from myself for my health, feelin a funk not feelin right to get happily drunk let me go drinkin with you we’ll just make fun of the world laugh at how everything is so stupid so when i go drinkin and when you go dancin let me go drinkin with you let me go dancin with you let me go walkin with you
6.
you can beat it up, you can knock it down tell it who’s who, leave it lying on the ground and you may think you’ve got it beat but your attack has been your retreat talking bout love in plain-clothed disguise you may not see it but it’s walking by love, bright as the noonday sun rising out of darkness every dawn love’ll overcome you starve it and take its bread but you’ll end up hungry and it’ll be fed you can steal from it out of contempt but you’ll need more and more as it grows ever content love in plain-clothed disguise you may not see it but it’s walking by love, bright as the noonday sun rising out of darkness every dawn love’ll overcome you’ll see it, you’ll get a glimpse in someone you see on the street but haven’t seen since you’ll find it in someone you know and from that moment friend, it cannot but grow love in plain-clothed disguise you may not see it but it’s walking by love, bright as the noonday sun burning in the darkness bright and strong love’ll overcome
7.
and i don’t know why it happened i woke just before dawn my eyes just opened up to the infinite pale blue calm i stared into the ceiling nothing came to mind but a soberness like steel a waiting-for-to-find there’s a knock, knock, knock on the door by the time i answer, they’re not there anymore i wondered at the presence nothing did respond my clock in was a’ticking but time made not a sound i put my hands behind my head and looked closer above i caught the room a’brightening slower than i thought it could there’s a ring, ring, ring on the phone by the time i answer, i just get the dial-tone there’s a knock, knock, knock on the door by the time i answer, they’re not there anymore a car went by below in a sound like scraping ice then the blue was gone and left only clear white a bus it idled by the shop below unlocked its door my thoughts filled with the day ahead and rest it was no more
8.
i’m just a little noise with my grumblin achin belly tryin to get me a job watchin the tele but the man on the scale is askin me questions and my hands are in my pockets looking for suggestions i’m wheelin dealin, i’m jumpin on the bed punchin holes in the ceilin with my hard hard head little ones gather at my trampoline to ask me how i made it past seventeen what kind of car would jesus drive? what kind of car would jesus drive? sometimes it feels like i’m wastin all my precious time trying to figure out what kind of car would jesus drive waitin by the phone for my wagon to go by but nobody’s home to give me a ride i get nothing but static upon my screen and the lines are jammed up with answering machines lookin for my soul-mate, starin at my shoes just remindin me that noah gathered everything in twos tryin to park my satellite someplace i keep tellin my baby that i need my space would galileo have listened to the rolling stones? would galileo listen to the rolling stones? or would he have preferred the ramones? would galileo have listened to the rolling stones? i’m wastin all my precious time wastin all my precious time but it’s never been as sacred or sublime to sit around and waste all my precious time now it’s ready set loaf! man it’s already noon didn’t expect the day to begin so soon gotta copywrite my heart so noone can steal it and broadcast it out so everyone can feel it now i’m back on my feet, back in the saddle got my high heel cleats and my ping-pong paddle got some equations, burned my brass knuckles buttoned up my lips with the fancy buckles would shakespeare have drunk so much beer lastnight? would shakespeare have drunk so much beer lastnight? and gotten in such a stupid fight? would shakespeare have drunk so much beer lastnight? i’m wastin all my precious time wastin all my precious time but it’s never been as sacred or sublime to sit around and waste all my precious time
9.
Sleep 04:01
in the corner of the kitchen i stand a cup of sleepytime tea in my hand it’s two fifty-five am woke up an hour ago can’t get to sleep again keep thinkin bout jenny and me keep wonderin why it is she thought we were meant to be keep wonderin why i couldn’t see why for seven nights straight all i do is watch tv i think i’m sick my eyes hurt i’m too alert i can’t sleep, i can’t eat all i can be is who she sees i wanna sleep and barely be turn out the light inside my mind well not much makes me happy anymore i think about the things that made me happy before it’s five am at the grocery store to a muzak version of ‘my cherie amor’ i think i’m sick my eyes hurt i’m too alert i can’t sleep, i can’t eat all i can be is who she sees i wanna sleep and barely be turn out the light inside my mind sleep and barely be turn out the light, goodnight
10.
Sunday Morn 03:40
i was on my way to church one sunday morn the sun was bright and the weather was warm winter was over but i needed my coat the streets were clear and the cars ran slow there a clown breathed flame and ate the fire juggled a knife a book and a tire he called all the children and gave em all toys sent them back to their parents for coins i came the poet in a long tattered coat who sung and chanted every word he spoke he pointed and pounded his great walking stick i could hardly get through the crowd was so thick then i came to a one man band who’d rigged up strings to every finger on his hand from a little dance and from a little song came a chorus or strings and drums and gongs two girls sat on the side of the street on a persian rug with cards about their feet the smallest of bills and they’d shuffle the cards and give you the blessing of their gods and a middle aged lady with old misfit clothes sat on a crate with no song nor show just the dirt on her face and her inhuman eyes that begged for the money that they despise and a short man with a beard and beret had a saxophone and man could he play low and slow a horse sort-of cry you could see sadness in all who passed by and a freckled gypsy boy with spiky red hair played a penny whistle high with despair his two younger brothers played violin as the mother and father passed round the tin and when i finally came to church i was late and had spent my money for the collection plate tossing all my coins in the cups and hats so i decided to take the long way back i walked through the street with old women and men nodding and greeting now and again down by the courthouse and past the cops looking in the windows of all the closed shops my legs had gone weary and my mind had gone blank as i made it home along the riverbank arriving again at my door having spent sunday morning like so many before

credits

released March 1, 2005

Recorded with Thomas Vanderbrook at Tonehaus Studios.

license

tags

about

J Molin Austin

contact / help

Contact J Molin

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like J Molin, you may also like: