Chronicles of Gnarnia

by The Broosevelts

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Recorded in a scant 7 hours with a total of 64 consumed beers. Bad decisions and perhaps records were made on a Wednesday in December of 2011.

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released January 8, 2012

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Tom Malinowski at Cellar Door Studios in December 2011

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The Broosevelts Hempstead, New York

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Track Name: Close the Light, I'm Smoking Drugs
You know that there are guys with tighter jeans
And you know that there are guys who'll buy you things.
You know I could never hold a candle to them.

You know that there are guys with diamond rings
And you know that there are guys with better songs to sing.
You know I could never hold a candle to them.

With a trucker's mouth and two left feet.
I'd learn to curse the day that we'd meet.
With a trucker's mouth and two left feet,
I'd learn to drink away this defeat.

I'd learn to drink away.
I'd learn to drink away.
I'd learn to drink away.
I'd learn to drink a-waaaaaaaaaaaaay.
Track Name: Chronicles of Gnarnia
I don't feel so great today.
In fact I'm feeling pretty bastardly.
I learned to love, I called it "hate".
Cut off my own nose to spite my face.

I fell in love with my own anger
and the three chords she always brought with her.
She got old and cynical and now I can't stand her.
She was once so wild and full of danger.

I don't feel so great today.
In fucking fact I'm feeling dastardly.
I followed the crowd with no discerning taste
O! Hail Mary, full of waste.

I fell in love with being jaded.
Severed so many ties I'd end up spayed.
I burned all my bridges with apathetic flames.
I gelded myself with maturity's double edged blade.
Track Name: Dirk's Ego Needs it's own Song Title
Time is wasting and you're still self-effacing;
A facade of apathy and degradation.
A pack of cigarettes and empty bottles;
all the earmarks of a positive role model.
You'll never succeed if you keep trying to fail.

You are not who leads you.
You are not who fucks you.
Definition shouldn't come from on high.
You are not who hears you.
You are not who reads you.
The search for approval shouldn't run you're life.

We are not our paychecks.
We're not garages and decks.
Validation isn't in dollar signs.
We don't need mental health.
We have no use for wealth;
Just a stage and thirty minutes of your time.

If Punk Rock needs a savior,
then we're bigger than Judas tonight.
Alright.
Betray with a kiss, these three chord riffs.

If Punk Rock needs a savior,
then we're bigger than Judas tonight.
Alright.
Betray with a kiss, this Punk Rock shit
Track Name: Last Night You and I Were in the Same Dreamboat
All I want is a beer or a way out of here,
whatever comes first.
All I want is an end or you back in my life,
whatever hurts less.

And Oh, I want to scream and shout.
And Oh, It wouldn't matter anyway.
And Oh, I'll always drown it out.
And Oh, You'll never hear a word I say.

All I want is a beer or a way out of here,
whatever comes first.
All I want is an end or you back in my life,
whatever hurts less.

And Oh, for a place where my mind won't go.
And all these pills I have to swallow.
Kill the brain and you kill the ghoul,
but I still feel like such a fool.

All I want is a beer/A way out of here.
Track Name: You Just $20 Yuengling'd Yourself out of a Gummi Bears Sale
Sick of the games that we've been playing
so I'm laying my king to the board.
Sick of the things that you've been saying
so I won't bother with retort.

The pot boils over yet, you ramble on and on.
If I was sober you'd have no high ground to stand on.
My eyes glaze over, yet you ramble on and on.
If I was sober I might exhibit some charm.

Sick of the weight that we've been dragging,
so I'm cutting myself off for good.
Sick of the thigns that you've been suggesting,
I wouldn't try them even if i could

(fuck that shit).

The pot boils over yet, you ramble on and on.
If I was sober you'd have no high ground to stand on.
My eyes glaze over, yet you ramble on and on.
If I was sober I might exhibit some charm.