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Sunday Morn

from j by J Molin

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I wrote this while studying abroad in Dublin, walking up Grafton St. one sunday morn.

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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

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from j, released March 1, 2005
vocals and guitar: jason molin

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