Sunspot

Sunspot

 Madison, Wisconsin, USA
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Epic Power-Pop Anthems with Punk and Electronic Influences

Biography

Sunspot is recommended for fans of Muse, The Killers, and Rise Against. Their latest EP, The Sun King, is epic Power-Pop with punk and electronic influences.

The band has racked up a few awards and a lot of recognition during the past decade, including winning Rock Album of the Year in the Madison Area Music Association Awards three times and Artist of the Year from the Wisconsin Area Music Industry (other winners include Bon Iver, Garbage, and Violent Femmes.) They've shared the stage with Andrew WK, Death Cab for Cutie, The Flaming Lips, Sponge, SevenMaryThree, Hot Hot Heat, Crash Test Dummies and Sick Puppies. In early 2011, Sunspot licensed their song, "Go, Pack!" to FOX Sports for their Super Bowl coverage, with some residual coverage for the song on NPR as well as radio all over Wisconsin. Their 2013 EP, Arthuriana, was in rotation on nearly 200 college stations in the US and Canada.

Lyrics

Summer Day

Written By: Sunspot

The purposelessness of a summer day,
well I don't know where the road will lead me next,
I asked my old man what will become of me and he said,
"Nothing is all you do and it's all you'll ever be."

It might make you sad that this is my home,
it might seem too bad that this is all I know.

A purposelessness for a summer day,
nothing is all I do and it's all I have to be.

It's all I'll be...

A driftless waste of space,
another welfare case,
you can't make me grow up.
I won't waste my time,
on your assembly line,
you can't make me grow up.

A lazy lawn chair and an ice cold drink,
why on earth would I ever want to change?
Ambition falls away as I drift to sleep,
this moment's gone but it was mine to keep.

It might make you sad that this is my home,
you're just like my dad what do you know?

The purposelessness of a summer day,
nothing is all I do and it's all I have to be.

It's all I'll be...

A driftless waste of space,
another welfare case,
you can't make me grow up.
I won't waste my time,
on your assembly line,
you can't make me grow up.

The purposelessness of a summer day,
nothing is all I do and it's all I'll ever be.

Eat Out My Heart

Written By: Sunspot

I've waited so long for you to call,
but now you're finally here and I'm a wreck.
Worked out a little, even did my hair,
but I'm not the man I used to be back there.

I hope you have an ugly boyfriend,
I hope you're working at a carwash,
I hope your life went down the drain and everything is not okay,
I hope your best years passed you up.

I dodged a bullet,
One or two since then,
You're not the only one who still calls me up.
I'm still the jerkoff who listens to your problems,
I never told you all the times,
I'd wished you died in a car crash.

I'm eating out my heart.
I’m eating out my heart.
And I’m not happy for you,
That you’re a better person without me.
I’m so glad you decided to apologize,
When I’m too numb to care,
I’m just too numb to care.

Neanderthal

Written By: Sunspot

Virtual murder,
pixelated death,
we can kill each other,
with no regrets.
Like raping a hooker,
Or popping a cop,
Or pushing a handi,
Right out of his wheelchair.

Your thoughts become reality,
Focusing on a tragedy,
And now I’m fucking my PC.

I am Neanderthal.
I am Incredible.
I am Neanderthal.
Berserker.

This liquor store’s a mammoth,
This gat’s a bone.
There’s too much information,
In this age of Stone.

Your thoughts become reality,
A self-fulfilling prophecy,
And now I’m fucking my PC.

I am Neanderthal.
I am Incredible.
I am Neanderthal.
Berserker.

Your thoughts become reality,
Focusing on a tragedy,
And now I’m fucking my PC.

I am Neanderthal.
I am Incredible.
I am Neanderthal.
Berserker.
Berserker.
Berserker.

No Place Like Home

Written By: Sunspot

I was looking for any kind of way out,
I've been planning my escape since the day that I was born,
I took a map, threw a dart, and hit a target.
Anywhere but here was a better place to be for me.

I am the puzzle that is missing lots of pieces,
I am the paint by numbers that don't all add up.
I am the Christmas gift with batteries not included,
I am the greatest book you ever read whose ending sucks.

I said that I was coming back as a big shot,
when I found more of my kind,
I promised I would have a laugh at the townies,
the poor bastards left behind.

I left town like a prison break,
Anywhere was better than this place,
I thought I was a rolling stone,
When I went out to the Twilight Zone,
But in the end there's no place like home.

There must be some kind of error in the geography,
I'll never grow old in this locality,
I'm Buck in the 25th century,
I felt like Dorothy, but don't call me Dorothy.
I always felt like I belonged in the 70s.
or with Churchill or even DaVinci,
but the further I run from this proximity,
The bigger the hole gets inside of me.

I'm still the puzzle that is missing lots of pieces,
but I'm not lonely anymore.
We're all expatriates confused by our coordinates,
The cosmic refugees who washed up on this shore.

I left town like a prison break,
Anywhere was better than this place,
I thought I was a rolling stone,
When I went out to the Twilight Zone,
I left town like a prison break,
Anywhere was better than this place,
I thought I was a rolling stone,
When I went out to the Twilight Zone,
But in the end there's no place like home.
No place like home.
No place like home.
No place like home.

Arthuriana

Written By: Sunspot

You are the sword,
I am the stone.
You are the lighthouse
In the storm.

Little obsession to pass the time,
Arthuriana.

You are the lady,
of the lake,
You are the comet,
of Heavens Gate.

Little obsession to keep even,
Arthuriana.

You are Gawain,
Versus Green Knight.
You are St. George and you always win the fight.

A fantasy where you'll come back to me,
Arthuriana.

You are the grail,
From that I drink,
You're the saddest of the angels,
I won't blink.

Little obsession to keep us sane,
Arthuriana.

You are the knight who says nee,
You don't capitulate or bend the knee,
All these thoughts that stalk around my mind,
Arthuriana.

Reality,
is something queer.
You were always more Morgaine than Guinevere.
The long dead still alive in my head,
Arthuriana.

You are the sword,
I am the stone.
You are the lighthouse
In the storm.

Reality,
is something queer.
You were always more Morgaine than Guinevere.
The long dead still alive in my head,
Arthuriana.