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Teen Angst and the Green Flannel

by Tom Flannery and the Shillelaghs

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1.
If I knew I wouldn’t be here if I knew then you could ask if I knew then I’d allow you to dig into my past but I’m mixed up in confusion just waiting for the time of day when you climb inside my head and decide you want to stay If I knew you’d drive the stake in if I knew you’d turn around to show off all the others on the bad side of town ’cause being me ain’t easy like being you must be invisible in the hallways staring right through me If I knew what it meant to love you if I knew what it meant to care all the pain worth giving if I knew I’d still be there If I knew what parts were true I’d take ’em all away from you yea if I only knew If I knew you would be gone if I knew when you were bound then I’d flow like lava and burn down this town ’cause a head is still conncted to a heart you give up on I may have chopped it clean off if I knew you’d take so long If I knew what it meant to love you If I knew what it mean to care all the pain worth giving if I knew you’d still be there If I knew how this would end I’d start it all over again yea if I only knew If I knew I’d have just one chance to not make you cry I’d catch the rain in buckets just to keep you dry if I had to steal a fortune or live hand to fist without you by my side oh the fun we’d miss If I knew what it meant to love you If I knew what it mean to care all the pain worth giving if I knew you’d still be there If I knew your tears were lazy and your smile razor wires I’d throw myself upon the fence and wait for the guards to fire
2.
Cincinnati 04:52
It’s cold outside with the wind blowing off the river December ’round here’s for real Ghosts in the snow even they can shiver singing songs for Gods who steal Cincinnati Cincinnati gone dance it away Wounds as raw as a name carved in stone When love comes tumblin’ down Before I get old there’s safes to be blown I’ll dive in the river and drown In Cincinnati Cincinnati we’re gonna dance it away In Cincinnati Cincinnati here we gotta stay Can you make your way home in the dark Can you just materialize like a musty photograph with a spark hide behind the eyes Cincinnati Cincinnati we’re gonna dance it away I don’t wanna go back I don’t wanna stay here I got feet of clay I got a phantom tear to all it seemed just like a war still we don’t know what we’re fighting for I’m still in love with a young girl’s face the memories got a will tonight I’ll bundle up in her place to ward off the winter chill Cincinnati in Cincinnati we’re gonna dance it away In Cincinnati Cincinnati here we gotta stay I don’t wanna go back I don’t wanna stay here I got feet of clay I got a phantom tear to all it seemed just like a war still we don’t know what we were fighting for Cincinnati in Cincinnati we’re gonna dance it away In Cincinnati Cincinnati here we gotta stay
3.
She goes up she comes down she backs up she turns around floats high comes in low tells all then don’t know She ain’t mine but she should be ain’t mine but she should be good times well it would be she’s alright Eyes light then go black hair up then tossed back smiles pretty turns cold too young then she’s too old She ain’t mine but she should be good times well it would be fine wine well it could be she’s alright How can I know what moves her when I see right through her how can I make this all pay when she’s giving it all away Sees him as a tool uses her like a fool needs me can’t see requires brains….desperately She ain’t mine but she should be good times well it would be fine wine well it could be she’s alright How can I know what moves her when I see right through her how can I make this all pay when she’s giving it all away She goes up she comes down she backs up she turns around floats high comes in low tells all then don’t know She ain’t mine but she should be good times well it would be fine wine well it could be she’s alright
4.
Sleeping In 03:07
A fifth of something a tumbler of gin point your Saturday night towards some badly needed sin My name is Jimmy we ain’t no kin let’s celebrate by sleeping in Save on breakfast and lunch stay down till four then a dinner date and we’ll crawl on the floor on our bellies like snakes yang to my ying well the world ain’t crooked when you’re sleeping in You may rise at the break of day put on your shoes and run away from the things that go bump in the night fighting trim from the stage fright Face your fears or sleep alone throwing darts and the telephone when it rains it pours it’s the damnedest thing you don’t gotta worry ’cause we’re sleeping in You may rise at the break of day put on your shoes and run away from the things that go bump in the night fighting trim from the stage fright A fifth of something a tumbler of gin point your Saturday night towards some badly needed sin My name is Jimmy we ain’t no kin let’s celebrate by sleeping in
5.
Sometimes my head gets lost in the crowd sometimes my mouth it talks too loud sometimes some people they don’t understand the things that I let slip through my hands Does it matter to me If it don’t matter to you Does it matter to me If it don’t matter to you Down in the alley and up on the roofs gotta have the look you gotta have proof look in the mirror and give it the guy and it’ll believe that you never cry Does it matter to me If it don’t matter to you Does it matter to me If it don’t matter to you How can I get past If I can’t get through Yea up on the stage you stagger around pumped up with pills and shaky ground I’m green with envy and too much beer ain’t gonna listen if you can’t hear Does it matter to me If it don’t matter to you Does it matter to me If it don’t matter to you Lay myself down to sleep asking for nothing that I can’t keep If I knew then what I know now I’d turn the tables and take a bow Does it matter to me If it don’t matter to you Does it matter to me If it don’t matter to you How can I get past if I can’t get through Does it matter to me If it don’t matter to you Does it matter to me If it don’t matter to you
6.
Doctor said “son it’s all in your head” he gave me some pills and sent me to bed so I dreamt of you all night and day slept like a baby with no place to stay it ain’t much fun being this way didn’t feel it coming but that’s ok This place hurts down to the bone non-stop sticks and one big stone your hide gets tough but your insides shake end up giving what you should take bending me until I break I didn’t feel it coming for no one’s sake Warning signs this heart of mine keeps giving out all the time first it beats right through my chest then is disappears like all the rest I’ll grow up when I get old and buy the lies that you told I’ll turn bitter I’ll turn mean on the day that I turn 18 like nothing that you’ve ever seen didn’t feel it coming this in between Warning signs this heart of mine keeps giving out all the time first it beats right through my chest then is disappears like all the rest
7.
Doesn’t feel like it should I would if I could something’s in the way don’t know what to say to the strangers on the street fear mixed with conceit welcome mat by the door I don’t want to go home anymore Water over the bridge kept in by the ridge surrounded on all sides let the river decide kids they come and go just as she flows debris lines the shore I don’t want to go home anymore I don’t want to go home she might follow me there heroin eyes and whispered lies and the thousand yard stare Ghosts in the wind and those who have sinned and could never forgive forced to relive the love that they lost and just what it cost for their own private war I don’t want to go home anymore I don’t want to go home she might follow me there heroin eyes and whispered lies and the thousand yard stare Doesn’t feel like it should I would if I could something’s in the way don’t know what to say to the strangers on the street fear mixed with conceit welcome mat by the door I don’t want to go home anymore
8.
Well her eyes didn’t look like eyes no more didn’t trust the sky didn’t trust the floor fear one day it wouldn’t let her by at the end she didn’t recognize me now she’s gone gone gone gone now she’s gone now she’s gone Was never the one to lead the way was never the one out on display was never the one who made the noise she was never the one who scared the boys now she’s gone gone gone gone now she’s gone now she’s gone Now she’s gone not much change RIPs on the wall an empty chair and flowers grief counselors in the hall Well her Mom and Dad couldn’t understand but he room was like a no-man’s land in the mirror she looked for someone else on walls she read the lies about herself now she’s gone gone gone gone now she’s gone now she’s gone Trying to make out how I feel but something’s in the way maybe tomorrow I can understand what I can’t get today Well the girls they wouldn’t leave her alone took her down all on their own what a way to pass the time when you’re a kind in your prime now she’s gone gone gone gone now she’s gone now she’s gone now she’s gone gone gone gone now she’s gone now she’s gone
9.
Can’t even fan the flames no more haunt the halls and pace the floor post it notes on the freezer door eyes long gone head gone sore Prescription pills a reading light pray for rain wait for night different rooms no time to fight means everything’s gonna be alright I just want her off my mind Am I gonna be like him wondering what might have been then confessing all my sins so I can do it all over again I just want her off my mind Off my mind where she belongs in his arms and in his songs I’m too old to sleep on through dreams that bring me back to you I just want her off my mind Remembering just ain’t no good when faced with doing what you should what my Daddy never could like old newspapers and firewood I just want her off my mind Off my mind like melted snow no particular place to go set on up and set on fire rank depression and desire I just want her off my mind
10.
Along the railroad tracks my Daddy lived he watched the trains go past picking up coal in a burlap sack if it took the curve too fast in the rattle of the lungs he saw the killing floor in the eyes of old men behind the screen door I think about that train Well I think about that train I think about that train I don’t wanna be the same tied up with that ball and chain I think about that train Met my Mom and knocked her up didn’t want to go to hell married the stranger in the backseat everybody wished them well found just enough work to feel real bad for the things we wanted but could not have I think about that train I think about that train I think about that train no flattened pennies on the track ’cause I ain’t ever coming back well I think about that train Swing shifts post-it notes key left in the door leftovers in the fridge dirty clothes on the floor smiles for the neighbors summer trips to the shore six hours of silence then home to some more I think about that train I think about that train I don’t wanna be the same tied up with that ball and chain I think about that train Pretty maids all in a row get shelter from the storm I’ve been slowly dying since the day that I was born come get a ticket take the ride I’ll meet you on the other side I think about that train I think about that train I think about that train I don’t wanna be the same tied up with that ball and chain I think about that train
11.
Dreams come true just one day at a time no tomorrow’s on the days that you were mine stepping out with head held high hidden gems and borrowed lies said you never meant to make me cry Well maybe it’s true Found his name carved in your bed maybe I’m still 16 inside my head close my eyes so I can’t see the way you lie so easily a fool for you….that’s what became of me Maybe it’s true People say they see you doing what you ain’t supposed to do laying in the shadows oh what a view maybe it’s true Just can’t face it I don’t want to know the latest explanation for why you did not show I closed and bar found my way home knowing that you weren’t alone late night whispers on the telephone Maybe it’s true You look so pretty in your red summer dress eager to please and oh so easy to impress so say all the corner boys lots of wine but not much poise used to making all that bloody noise But maybe it’s true People say they see you doing what you ain’t supposed to do laying in the shadows oh what a view maybe it’s true

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released January 1, 2012

Tom Flannery – Guitar, harmonica, lead vocals
Joseph “Wiggy” Wegleski – Guitars, Ukelele
Lenny Mecca – Bass, background vocals
Chris Condel – Drums

Honorary Shillelaghs

Tom Borthwick – piano, organ, background vocals
Lorne Clarke – background vocals

All songs by Tom Flannery
except * by Tom Flannery and Joseph Wegleski

copyright 2012 (BMI)

recorded over 4 nights during the winter and spring of 2012
at Sound Investments, Old Forge, PA
Produced and Mixed by Joseph Wegleski
Mastered by Tom Borthwick

Tom Flannery and the Shillelagh’s debut album, Teen Angst and the Green Flannel is not available on vinyl. But it should be. It has a pure rock and roll sound that is a throwback to another era; something you rarely hear on the radio today….a stellar album of pure rock, full of angst, pain, and love (or something like it). It is a guitar driven reflection on life from the point of view of what has always driven rock and roll: youth. Teen Angst and the Green Flannel is a rock album done right, meant to be played loud….

Like all great legendary songs of rock and roll, many of the tunes on this album are about girls, love and lust. “She Ain’t Mine (But She Should Be)” opens with a Benny Goodman-esque drum roll and powers through with screaming guitar and a classic rock beat. Then there’s “Now She’s Gone” and “I Just Want Her Off My Mind,” reflecting on feelings we all had growing up. Listening to them made me wonder how I even made it out of my teen years, when every look, every gesture was misinterpreted and reinterpreted into something much more than it actual was. “I Just Want Her Off My Mind” hits this home nicely, with Flannery’s voice accentuated by solo guitar between stanzas and ending with a melancholic harmonica, reminiscent of vintage Dylan. It’s great hearing Flannery with more than just an acoustic guitar and he seems at home in the midst of distortion, power and beat. Electricity flows freely through this album.

The album slows down twice, in the retrospective “Cincinnati” and “Maybe It’s True.” “Cincinnati” is a stunner of a song, with a beautiful piano accompaniment and lyrics reflecting a love lost and an uncertainty about what lies ahead:

Wounds as raw as a name carved in stone
When love comes tumblin’ down
Before I get old there’s safes to be blown
I’ll dive in the river and drown

“Once rock got into your head it stayed there,” Flannery writes in the voice of Jimmy. “And if you tried to run away it tracked your ass down and did it to you all over again. Rock that mattered I mean. The kind that made people wince. It’s still around if you look hard enough.”

Indeed, it is.

— Bruce David Janu – award winning documentary filmmaker

“I hear Flannery was aiming at a kind of coal cracker’s Quadrophenia, and he’s hit it. It’s got all the urgency, the angst and the manic melancholy of the place he writes from.”

— Seamus McGraw / contributor to Playboy, Reader’s Digest, Penthouse, Radar, Spin, and The Forward. Author of The End Of Country

“Teen Angst and the Green Flannel” kicks in the door as well as anything done by the Stooges and the Who in their primes…a truly great rock and roll record.”
— Mike Naydock / OurTownRadio

“You can picture the group continuously jumping around the room and having a blast playing loud, fun rock ’n roll. They sound like the lovechild of The Who and 1986 R.E.M”
— Electric City

“A rip-roaring, guitar-driven, foot-stompin’ collection of old-school roadhouse rock. Play this one loud and enjoy.”
— Alan K. Stout, 102.3-FM, The Mountain.

“Stunning.This is solid, straight-up rock-n-roll in the tradition of The Who, The White Stripes, Crazy Horse, The Heartbreakers, and The Replacements….Tom Flannery really took a chance writing this record…assemble a group of studio pro’s, but made them play with the exuberance of a young garage band. Craft a batch of professional songs with big hooks and big melodies, but filter them through the eyes of a f**ked up teenager. And hope that it all works. Oh. Make it a semi-concept album, too…I suggest that music lovers give this CD a whirl. Turn it up to ten, like the way it was recorded, and be prepared to feel good…..

The Shillelaghs are the best kept secret in Pennsylvania.”

– Ron Simasek (Badlees)

Tom Flannery has been carrying on the tradition of the folksinger for twenty-some years. He has written his share of topical songs, historical songs (“Anthracite Shuffle”), musings on the state of the world, and has managed to work more than a few contemporary characters from the real world into his songs. For a quite a while, he resisted any kind of added production. (I know: I produced his first two albums.) And his minimalist approach was just right for his lyrics, which often had enough twists that elaborate musical backing would distract.

But deep down inside, I got the feeling he wanted to rock out at some point…and that is what Flannery has done on his new album “Teen Angst & the Green Flannel.” A band album comprising three other veteran musicians from varying backgrounds: including rock, blues and reggae, the Shillelaghs give Flannery a chance to plug in and turn it up.

It’s a bunch of mainly love songs, making the rounds through appropriate territory from broken hearts, to unrequited love, to “get lost.” But the material works well, and Flannery’s lyrical powers are harnessed to the matters at hand. It’s not a total electrification though. There are a pair of very nice acoustic tracks, “Cincinnati” which fits into the broken heart category, and the melancholy “Maybe It’s Time.”

The one bit of the old Flannery the balladeer actually comes on one of rockers. “I Think About That Train,” weaves in a bit the regional mining history and Flannery’s fascination with railroads and their part in his home area. The band is tasteful enough not to interfere with his words.

It’s obvious that Flannery and his band had fun making the music. Those who have discovered Flannery’s seemingly endless supply of folksongs may be in for a surprise, but it’s an enjoyable record that’s well done all around.

— George Graham / WVIA-FM

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