Written/performed/recorded/mixed by Connor Gilmore 
Mastered by Kipper Gray 
Face melting guitar solo by Matthew Fildey 
Bass played by #Kute Kaden Vannorsdel 
Artwork by Matthew Fildey

Bad Wine

Chump

Chumplord/Freeloader Anthem in B Major

Chumplord (Freeloader Anthem in B Major)

Lyrics:

Way too scared of next year
and too regretful of the last.
A sentiment of all i missed,
at least i never missed a class
mama, i never missed a class
i never missed a class

I wish I was caught in a trap
and shipped off for a noble fate
and treated like I’m a delicacy.
Put me on a plate this rich guy’s gotta eat
this rich guy’s gotta eat
this rich guy’s gotta eat

All I am is a washed up lobster
far away from the shore
I was thrown in Tennessee
and now you’re the only ten I see
and thats more than fine by me x6

Washed Up

poor lil scountry boy

Lyrics:

Well i guess I got old in the middle of the road
I suppose I should’ve known
I was bound to lose
I was far past due by then

And I guess I’m not where I thought I’d be
And I suppose that’s my fault
I should take your advice 
and get back on my feet again

Oh I’m not so self-assured anymore
You’re the only one who could know when I’m undone
Oh it feels like a cliche in every way
Twenty-something years, thought i’d be ready for this day
ooohhhhh

Well these country roads don’t look like home
and these old towns have lost their charm
They’re all wide-eyed and gentrified and painted white

And I suppose thats how it goes
And I suppose thats how it goes
And I suppose I should’ve known. 

Oh I’m not so self-assured anymore
Have my own opinion, I’m so damn unconvincing
Oh I know it’s a cliche in every way
Twenty-something years, check back in another day

Self-Assured

Kid is way too scared of the outdoors

Lyrics:

It’s mating season for these bees
either that or they want each other
dead more than me 

I don’t want to be around 
when these monsters start multiplying
and the ship starts going down
woah

It’s scorching season for the sun
every time I expose my fare skin 
he’ll sharpen his solar knife

I can hear sweet Barbara yelling at me 
don’t be such a drama queen 
and go put on some fricken sunscreen

And theres nothing I can do 
Mother nature is out to get me 
My time has come too soon

And won’t someone please pray for me?
I’ve got bigger problems in my backyard
oh my life is a tragedy

Its screeching season for these birds
every morning outside my window 
not a single one in tune

Well maybe they are trying to enlighten me 
Screaming “Don’t be such a dirtbag, 
and get out of bed. You can sleep when your dead” 

And theres nothing I can do 
Mother nature must want to kill me 
My time has come too soon

Lock the door and throw away the key
its an atrocity oh the great outdoor 
I’ll just watch from my screen

Mating Season

Lyrics:

I’m not the only one
who’s made it home
There’s time for us both

It’s not the first time
It’s felt so right
I’ll stand by your side

Oh, you are quite a sight for sore eyes
Like mine in this cold, dead of winter
Oh, I’ve never been so sure
Before
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh :’)

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