Looked for it for a while, finally found it on this site. I can only imagine how it could have been developed...

https://archive.org/details/rh1986-09-07.sbd.127352

As Bob said very quickly: this is called the "Circle (or as Bob called it "cycle") of fifths" (or fourths depending on which way one proceeds (ascending or descending yet it doesn't matter because one can do it either way it just is called by one choices to progress) through the 12 keys), either way one will come around to the same key on which one started which also doesn't matter which ever one that happened to be, of course. Each following chord is a fifth away from the root (out of 1-8 steps in a major scale) either above or if below it is a fourth of the root i.e. referring to the chord one is currently on a 1 (root) or as I said above one could do it the opposite way. Therefore one is changing with every other chord to the key that most closely related so that it sounds naturally good!
Yet, it strikes me as surprising that Bob has to spell this out to Jerry since their both such ultimate masters of improvisation that I would have figured Jerry could have easily picked up on this quickly given that this relationship it universally fundamental to all Western musical harmony; (although in India etc. they rely more on single note intervals to form the mode any given single raga and don't usually deviate from whatever the starting mode (similar if not the same as a key but can have either more or less notes than 8 total)! which even so, in principle can if carried on around will still build up to result in this same pattern)!

Augy
San Diego

Sorry, no Jerry on that track, it's Bobby reading out the chord changes to Mickey.

Too bad this song didn't come to light. Kind of a ska groove.

Jerry and Mickey can both be heard. Jerry early on and counting the chords and then Mickey chimes in and tells Bobbie and Jerry to "play them". Interesting listen, but, would have like to hear the lyrics.

Listen to his voice goofballs. Have you ever heard another squeaky/nasaly voiced super rock star?

That has to be Bobby talking to Jerry, brings a smile for sure

This is a fun listen. A great little jig.

It sounds just like Mickey to me. It actually says words by Hunter and music by Mickey so maybe it was Bob thinking out loud and Mickey was kind of like yeah ok yes this that and the other thing?I would love to get my ears on a bunch of this kind of stuff. I am sure there is alot of this stuff out there. Imagine the hours these guys spent rehearsing?

Bobby is talking to Jerry, for sure.

Mickey doesn't need to know chord changes.

the guy who bobby is dictating to definitely sounds like mickey

Bobby is dictating the chords to Jerry, IMO.
Interesting. Good tune!

it's exactly as it seems...16 takes of Molly Dee. Interesting, but far from essential listening. Kinda boring, actually.

Tracks 1,2,3,5,6,7,8,9,10,12,14, and 15 are not much to listen to, but Track 4 is interesting because it's Bobby dictating the chord structure of the song to someone, I can't figure out who. Are there two rythm guitarists playing?

The actual song exists on tracks 11, 13, and 16. Good song. I've never heard of it before. The Jerry leads go from a flowing melody with sailing high notes into noodling, over a staccato rythm, a plucked bass string line, and Brent's Hammond B3.

to bad it was never iko iko>molly d or the other way around nice groove

Give a listen. If you can't find a Molly Dee you like here then there's something wrong. Some info and lyrics: (though the versions here are instrumental)

Molly Dee
Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Mickey Hart

Robert Hunter has performed this live (eg at Ranch Rock 86, with Mickey Hart and others). In "Box Of Rain," he notes:

"France" was written to tapes of a joyous afternoon Latin jam at Mickey Hart's ranch, the same jam that spawned "Molly Dee" and "Northeast by West."
It was apparently rehearsed by the Grateful Dead during the sessions for "Go To Heaven," but not released or performed live.


Wish I was in Chatanooga, Paris, France or Rome
Anyplace but California, anywhere but home
Acapulco, Minnesota, Cincinnati, Chad
I don't care how good it is, don't even care how bad

Bali Hi or Bali Low, or Bali in-between
Somewhere I've never been or hardly ever seen
Years go slipping by like weeks, I know that can't be right
My love life has me twisted till I dream of it at night

Oh Molly Dee, I'm setting you free
Give back the love you borrowed, whoa-oh

There's a limit to the limit even love can bear
Look to see how high the moon, it isn't even there ...
Nothing where a star provoked a wish your heart proclaimed
All along the water tower singing in the rain

Maybe I did something you can never quite forgive
I'm sorry from the heart, you know, but I still have to live
No point at all to prove whose moves have brought us where we are
We make it sound so serious, but that's just who we are

Oh Molly Dee, I'm setting you free
Give back the love you borrowed, whoa-oh

Sunshine tangled in my hair, a beam caught in my eye
Every now and then appears a fool somewhat like I
Half-a-dollar moon arising on my windowsill
If I were easily moved to tears, I think perhaps I'd spill

Half a year in solitary, staring at the wall
I know every chip and crack, and baby that ain't all
Jaybird on the windowsill, a catfight in the street
Hand me down my walking cane and raise me to my feet

Oh Molly Dee, I'm setting you free
Give back the love you borrowed, whoa-oh

Hangman, do your duty, tie a rope around my neck
Bought too much on credit, can't begin to pay the check
I can't even come up with the interest on the loan
I'd call to say I'm sorry but I can't afford the phone

I woke up one morning without any song to sing
If I can last through this, I can last through anything
It either comes too easy or it doesn't come at all
You think you have a calling, it depends on who you call

Oh Molly Dee, I'm setting you free
Give back the love you borrowed, whoa-oh

Looking back upon the years to see where I went wrong
Not too much time for friendship, and too much time for song
When the music's over, the singing's said and done
Looking back is looking right into a loaded gun

Oh Molly Dee, I'm setting you free
Give back the love you borrowed, whoa-oh

Sing a song of seven cents, a pocket full of sand
A bird or two behind each bush, but nothing in the hand
Used to play with Eric Dolphy, started out with Fats
I don't play much anymore, there ain't no cll for sax

Something singing in the sky, but not like any bird
Longest, sweetest melancholy note I ever heard
Pretty close to sundown so it might have been a star
Strumming the horizon like the string of a guitar

Oh Molly Dee, hold on and see
We'll roll along tomorrow, whoa-oh

Sometimes it's all right to wander homeless in the street
Sacking out in open cars and lining up to eat
Maybe I'll get lucky one more time before I die
Cure our ills with dollar bills, I hate to see you cry

If they made a raod map of the backroads of the heart
We might find out where we went wrong and make another start
As it is we travel blind, trusting to a song
We may seek and never find but still we roll along

Molly dee, hold on and sing
A song for a long tomorrow, whoa-oh