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Drinking With Nick Drake

by Tom Flannery

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1.
The grass grows through the cracks screen door hanging from a string and memories tracked on the front porch still cover everything he never said goodbye things were easier that way city lights might take some but others chose to stay With his hands he makes his way cutting pieces from the ground where dreams grow like the summer crop and never make a sound and family means more than X-mas trees and walks down memory lane interrupted without fail to catch the early train chorus: He said ‘I’m gonna stay and that’s all I got to say I like my chances on judgement day (2) someone asked him one time ‘what’s the point my friend….. this land owes you nothing and you’re near the end’ he said a reflection in the water lasts until you’re gone it never takes hold if you keep moving on Pictures on the wall dog sleeping on the floor and the cool breeze sings him to sleep through the unlocked door I guess the world is closing in but I think we got some time the old man got drunk last night and tore down the town’s road sign it’s one and only road sign
2.
Jenny McLane 04:14
On the corner of Market and Linden lived a girl named Jenny McLane eyes as wide as the holes in the windows smile cut from a store bought frame Her daddy toiled 6 days at the paper mill mother part time at the Wal-Mart store 30 years on the house and they were home free 17 down only 13 more On the hill the nights grew darker something you can’t put your finger on hard lives they were getting harder many in the neighborhood already moved on But Jenny hung tough the kid you never hear of had no time for the corner boys or the pom pom girls with the plastic smiles running around making all that noise Jenny had plans despite the walls around her she chipped away for all those years high school mercifully nearly over no more waiting on tomorrow’s tears School day just like any other bells ringing throughout the land she never saw the look of detachment she never saw the 45 in his hand Like a flash it was all but over 12 counting Jenny laying on the floor the papers said ‘this stuff has got to stop’ then moved on to the story next door ‘For Sale’ sign hanging in the yard house went to hell no one asked what for knees are battered from asking questions they just don’t seem to care no more On the corner of Market and Linden lived a girl named Jenny McLane eyes as wide as the holes in the windows smile cut from a store bought frame her dreams meant nothing to anybody even less now that’s she’s dead
3.
Favorite Son 04:40
Had myself a drink or two about a week ago how the hell I ended up here Lord I’ll never know could’ve sworn I seen the wife just the other day don’t see each other much but it’s always been that way Texas plains whoever named ‘em they sure got it right I’m as bored as a twister running thru the night ain’t got no crowd to watch me as I bring the house down so what the hell’s the use of even coming round chorus: Endless mountains call me now they want their favorite son got myself some leaking fuel but I’m still on the run Job it got the best of me so they kissed my ass goodbye town could not contain me put me on the other side tracks had the same pennies on ‘em from way back when that midnight train just flattened them again and again (chorus) Had myself settled down time and time again but them scrap books can’t hold me down I always reach the end Daddy rode the rails out of town during the strike of ‘62 he only looked back once, to say ‘son you’ll follow too’ My brother took ‘em thru two states before they brought him down had himself a smile when the spread him on the ground Sheriff wiped his own brow and thrashed around for air said ‘I’ll walk that sonofabitch myself to that sizzling chair’ (chorus) So I’ll watch the sun go down deep in the Texas sky seems to take so long but I’m not one to ask why I’ll leave that shit to all those who’ve got the time I was never raised to be the worrying kind (chorus)
4.
Bob Dylan dropped by my house two cigarettes hanging from his mouth fell asleep in my easy chair dropped his goddamn ashes everywhere Left a picture of his kids on my book shelf said he never gets a chance to express himself so he snored and snored the whole night thru and Bob don’t snore like me or you Alan Lomax lived with me kept unplugging my new TV slept with an ax underneath his bed to keep me pure is what he said Well he ate me out of house and home drank all my beer monopolized my phone played Leadbelly records all the time put his name on all that was mine chorus: I’m a stanger in New York Met a record exec in an evening gown who said she really liked my sound then she called security wiped his cocaine on my shirt sleeve Threw me out into some street named with a number they think that's neat corner of 50 something and 100 and what taxis all keep their yellow doors shut and all those Afghani taxi drivers are saying "we don't pick up no folk singers anymore…. Why don't you go back to Minneapolis?" I said I don't live in Minneapolis Mr. Afghani taxi driver I'm from Scranton Pennsylvania and he said "Scranton Pennsylvania? I thought Harry Chapin made that place up?" No it's real. I got the bananas to prove it…
5.
Centralia 03:56
I come from Centralia hear what I say I was born and raised and I'll die here someboday that wind still blows through this dirty little town and that's sure good enough to keep me hanging 'round from the darkness of this highway looks like the sun fell down decided she liked it here buried herself in the ground she watches over me just like my daddy before but she brought a government man to my back door he said you gotta leave sir but we're gonna make it worth your while we got this government briefcase with money stacked in a pile it's for your own good this place is gonna burn down and who wants to live in a mining ghost town well some took the offer I guess I don't blame 'em much money is even hotter than burning coal to the touch but some hunkered down as these walls closed in can't burn me out my friend from the places I've been I said I worked this vein and she knows me good she promised me a living right where I stood I always treated her right so she'll do the same to me she go on back up to Washington and leave us all be
6.
The river it knew my name And not many men could say the same but it’d lose its soul when the rains came lose its soul when the rains came River’s edge ain’t no place to be unless you was born a man like me work just crumbles beneath my feet work just crumbles beneath my feet Valley was warned as far as I could tell with announcements the good Lord makes so well nothing to buy but a lot to sell nothing to buy but a lot to sell seems the river had it way many years before with water breaking down granddaddy’s front porch door he stuck his regiment’s flag in the muddy shore said you ain’t taking another inch anymore He said the river takes notice if you make a stand as it wears down a young farmer’s land it remembers faces as it rolls by it remembers faces as it rolls by Daddy brought me to the roof in 72 with the rain soaking us both thru he said ‘son I think it’s gonna spare us this time’ I think he’d been nippin’ at granddaddy’s wine I guess five wars will turn a family hard mamma said ‘pay no attention to that boat in the yard’ The river it knew my name And not many men could say the same but it’d lose its soul when the rains came lose its soul when the rains came
7.
Lonesome valley she calls my name leads me back home once again saint or sinner you can't hardly tell who's got time for heaven or hell Lonesome valley she spreads her wings she circles 'round me and so she brings constant sorrow and kisses sweet these contradictions, they hurt my feet Lonesome valley she sets me free she brings my baby back to me this fiddle music with it brings lovers hanging from a string Lonesome valley and played out mines play tricks on you all the time ghostly voices down below singing sweetly because they know oh the dead don't leave here they just hang around there's a party raging underground saint or sinner you can't hardly tell who's got time for heaven or hell
8.
Redemption will play her hand and I’ll play mine but she’ll raise me and raise me till she leaves me blind that cell door is cold when it slides on by like the coal train stealing the sun from the sky chorus: They say one who hates what he don’t understand is missing the soul of a God fearing man well that’s the way it is that’s the way it is down here in the killing land down here in the killing land Time comes when a man just can’t take no more gotta lay it on the table and keep two feet on the floor yet when they take you down that hall they say your legs give way and you finally hit your knees and they drag you while you pray (chorus) I hope you find some peace and you have no doubt I’m gonna run through my veins and drain this poison out Oh the Lord could turn His head it wouldn’t be no surprise considering what I’ve done I was built to despise but I’m told He’ll be with me when they strap me down and that’s the kind of man I want to die around (chorus)
9.
We swore allegiance to the end with a wicked grin with the sun burning holes in the valley of sin Teddy came from bad seed that’s what he used to say his Daddy left with the credit card and his sister on the way He had eyes that made girls cry and a nose that looked right down on anyone or anything that tried to outsmart this town he had a smile that’d light up a room with fists that’d clear one out no man could keep him down of course many had their doubts chorus: Have you ever known anyone like (3) anyone like Teddy Sometimes the roads all lead to where you don’t want to go but you hear someone calling who it is you’ll never know so I caught the midnight train Teddy there to say goodbye finally said ‘farewell my friend I sure wish that I could fly’ (chorus) Teddy used to drop in but my wife she had her say he still looked wild around the eyes and she was not brought up that way so things were quiet for a time then them makeshift walls came down Teddy’s knife in the foreman’s chest and the mill burnt to the ground I told my wife I know he’ll come she said it’s him or me heard his footprints on the porch and I turned to watch her leave with the dirt caked on his face he looked 16 once again wrapped my arm around his neck said ‘we best be moving on my friend (chorus)
10.
Drinking with Nick Drake is such a chore he’s always got to sit closest to the door and when it comes that it’s his round empty pockets staring at the ground Drinking with Nick Drake it ain’t much fun he yells if the shades don’t hide the sun he says "if you want me to sing for you look the other way is what you gotta do" I know he’s a genius and all that stuff but I think enough is enough Tired of dragging his limey ass around with the same ghouls stepping in the same ground Drinking with Nick Drake I do it still I said I’d stop but I never will never sure what he’s going on about but maybe someday he’ll scream and shout "you want a piece of me here I am I’ll take you all at once I don’t give a damn. I’m 6 foot 3 and handsome as well ain’t no place for me this hell" Oh Nicky boy be glad you’re dead alive and they’d ignore you instead say "there’s a guy we don’t understand to hell with him lets go see a band.. a real rock and roll band like Jethro Tull or something.." Drinking with Nick Drake I do it still I said I’d stop but I never will Hit the road in his bug and then we pray to chase that black eyed dog away
11.
You were never here so you don’t know the horrors of war where the poppies grow and now we march down your main street to the sound of our own shuffling feet You live in your head you can’t understand drowning in mud out in no man’s land CNN and the evening news and another pair of boardroom shoes chorus: was I you yesterday? was I you yesterday? was I you yesterday? something slipped along the way something slipped along the way was I you yesterday? Now you hang your flag and you beat your chest singing along with all the rest when I say Somme and Passchendaele you scratch your head without fail Now I’m old and light is growing dim and I contemplate my childhood sins If everything remains the same then I’ll know I died in vain (chorus)
12.
Coaster 02:56
13.
Belt Buckles 03:26
Of what I’ve seen I cannot tell no words exist to pass it well but the eyes of a child need to understand what drove a man from his beloved land They hear me speak with gentle tongue they hear the songs that need be sung they see the eyes but not the soul for that won’t come until they’re old chorus: River rolls by without a sound trying not to disturb this sacred ground that keeps a child warm at night and keeps them belt buckles tight Potato was life then it was gone did what it could then moved along seemed to carry the good Lord with it too maybe he had other things to do So sleep my child under peaceful skies for I’ll comfort you when you shake and cry oh pray tell me years are few but the good Lord has returned in you (chorus)
14.
Harry Truman 01:29
Harry Truman Harry Truman can't go on without you in without you in my life you dropped the bomb then went to bed you slept the sleep of the newly dead Harry Truman make me your wife McCarthur looked you up and down you kicked his ass right out of town a mans man with a sensitive side but when Bess and Margaret call your name they bring with them a ball and chain give me hell...take me for a ride President Harding knew just what do do he kept a girl in his closet to....help him govern Independence can be dull here is something for you to mull over in your mind I can show you the world c'mon Harry give it a whirl Harry Truman Harry Truman can't go on without you in without you in my life you dropped the bomb then went to bed you slept the sleep of the newly dead Harry Truman make me your wife

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released December 31, 2002

All songs by Tom Flannery except * by Lorne Clarke
All songs copyright 2002 Tom Flannery (BMI)
except * copyright 1984 Lorne P. Clarke (Socan)

Recorded live at the Old Church in Lynn, Pennsylvania on 3/10/02
Tom Flannery – Guitar, vocals, harmonica

Engineered by Lorne Clarke
Produced by Tom Flannery

I am sitting in the centre of the old church, headphones on, listening to my friend, Tom Flannery singing about that rough kid from across the tracks that we all knew once… “Oh have you ever known any one like Teddy?” The old church is dark except for the stage lights and the dim glow from the recording equipment. The last ripples of wind from a winter storm are moaning high above and from time to time I think I can hear “Teddy” banging on a distant door.

We are mid session and I am once again amazed at the talent of this man. Known for his determination, Tom planned this session and was not to be denied. The winter storm that closed roads, caused localized flooding and more significantly left the old church without power right up to the moment the session began didn’t fit Tom’s plan. So here we are. Tom is ripping through one take after the other – complaining about having to wait for me to set up the recorder between songs. He’s on top of his game tonight and this CD is your ticket to that world where creativity and determination meet. Be sure to leave a note for your family, because you may not be back for a while.

— Lorne Clarke/March 2002

I recently heard the following exchange in the recording studio…
Artist – “So, what do you think of the guitar solo I cut?”
Engineer – “Oh, the guitar solo is great. It’s the song that sucks.”

Well, there are no guitar solos here….just songs that hopefully don’t suck. This is how they were written, and this is how I think they should be heard. Modern recording technology makes me nervous, and I always found the rough solo acoustic music of Robert Johnson and Woody Guthrie far more interesting than anything Daniel Lanois ever got his hands on. Technology can surely overwhelm a song, but so too can a song obliterate the need for technology. That’s my take on it anyway. Slàinte.

–Tom Flannery/March 2002

“There could scarcely be a more appropriate or ideal context for these songs than this stripped-down, humble setting. It offers the strongest set of lyrics Flannery has yet penned, from the witty, irreverent talking blues of “Talking Stranger in New York Blues” to the poignant character and situational studies, each as complete and flawlessly drawn as a short story, that make up the album’s midsection”
— AMG All Music Guide
It’s such a rarity to get a CD full of intelligent lyrics combined with wonderful music. [Flannery has] certainly proved that a song can obliterate the need for technology. It has hardly left the CD player.
–WRIU Kingston, RI 90.3 fm

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