Loser of the Year

by Sunspot

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    Sunspot, the modern-rock-power-pop-punk-trio fuses three-part harmonies, monstrous guitar riffs, and thoughtful lyrics to create a memorable mix of alt and punk that's intense as it is catchy. "Loser of the Year" is also the Madison Area Music Awards 2004 Rock Album of the Year!

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released December 21, 2002

Produced by AJ Love and Sunspot
Engineered by Jim Newhouser at Studio Earth Remote Headquarters
"Summer Day" and "When The Revolution Comes" Recorded and Engineered at Smart Studios by Mark Haines
Copyright 2003 Metebelis Three Publishing

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Epic Power-Pop Anthems That Tackle The Weird and Ridiculous with Punk and Electronic Elements

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Track Name: Freakshow
Hotter than hell in the shade today,
and I'm sweating bullets waiting for you,
jonesing for a fix of my favorite sin.
I walked the streets for days,
trying not to break my mother's back,
looking for silence above the din.

Will I be the one,
who leaves a bad taste in your mouth?
Spitting out your teeth, just like a dream.
Or I could be the one,
who could turn your head around to see,
that damaged goods are much more valuable than what they seem.

Welcome to the Freakshow,
Don't be a no-show,
Because this act is guaranteed to blow your mind.
Just a cross-section,
that's perfect in its imperfection.
Take a look or you will never know,
just what you might find.

Take me where the saints go marching,
with the hookers and the vampires,
and everyone's invited to the dance.
Sometimes we forget who we're supposed to be,
the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak,
and every sinner deserves a second chance.

Welcome to the Freakshow,
Don't be a no-show,
Because this act is guaranteed to blow your mind.
Just a cross-section,
that's perfect in its imperfection.
Take a look or you will never know,
just what you might find.

Will I be the one,
who leaves a bad taste in your mouth?
Spitting out your teeth, just like a dream.
Or I could be the one,
who could turn your head around to see,
that damaged goods are much more valuable than what they seem.

When you prick me do I not bleed?
I know I'm in no shape to judge.
Did you leave a second chance there for me...
or was that bad taste in your mouth too much?

Welcome to the Freakshow,
Don't be a no-show,
Because this act is guaranteed to blow your mind.
Just a cross-section,
that's perfect in its imperfection.
Take a look or you will never know,
just what you might find.
Track Name: Crashing Down
Well, I guess I thought the fight,
would bring out the best in you,
because you always said my faith,
would see you through.
And as we sat there in the calm before the storm,
there were barbarians at the door... and I heard you,

Screaming for revolution,
I hear you scream for blood.
Screaming for retribution,
for another Flood.
And as I watched you scream your life away,
the world came crashing down.

And I know you hate the world,
for what it put you through.
But you struck against the ones,
that believed in you.
I always thought you were to strong to be afraid,
until I watched you run away... when I heard you,

Screaming for revolution,
I hear you scream for blood.
Screaming for retribution,
for another Flood.
And as I watched you scream your life away,
the world came crashing down.

As you sit there in your hole,
where your screams can't break through,
well you've lost your freedom now,
look what your anger's done for you.
There is no quarter, no exception to the rule,
there's no one left to listen to you...
And you can cry wolf a thousand times and watch the rest of us survive.

Screaming for revolution,
I hear you scream for blood.
Screaming for retribution,
for another Flood.
And as I watched you scream your life away,
the world came crashing down.
Track Name: Prozac Girl
Is she a victim of her own physiology,
or just a victim of some bad psychology,
all I do know is she's fifteen and she's on Prozac.

She sits in her room and cries all night,
never had a real boyfriend in her life.
Her mommy wonders why she doesn't have any friends,
Daddy only sees her when he has her on the weekends.

Is she a victim of her own physiology,
or just a victim of some bad psychology,
all I do know is she's fifteen and she's on Prozac.

And the doctor said, "you better take your meds,
to fix what's wrong inside your mind."
Just a Prozac Girl in a Prozac world,
Shift the blame and everything will be just fine.

Her grandma thinks that it might be bad luck,
I think we used to call it "just growing up",
when you feel that your life is just pathetic,
you slap it in a textbook, and blame it on genetics.

Is she a victim of her own physiology,
or just a victim of some bad psychology,
all I do know is she's fifteen and she's on Prozac.

And the doctor said, "you better take your meds,
to fix what's wrong inside your mind."
Just a Prozac Girl in a Prozac world,
Shift the blame and everything will be just fine.

She doesn't cry anymore,
she doesn't laugh anymore,
she doesn't know how she should feel anymore.
A chemical imbalance,
that's covered by insurance,
it's hard to be a little girl,
when you're numb to the world.

Is she a victim of her own physiology,
or just a victim of some bad psychology,
all I do know is she's fifteen and she's on Prozac.

And the doctor said, "you better take your meds,
to fix what's wrong inside your mind."
Just a Prozac Girl in a Prozac world,
Shift the blame and everything will be just fine.
Track Name: Good-Looking Corpse
I'm so bored that I could die,
but at least I'd leave a good-looking corpse,
of a post-modern poster child.
They say he didn't feel a thing,
but it didn't mean a thing.

We're all looking for a reason,
we'd love to kill ourselves,
like maybe Plath or Hemingway.
I put on my best black turtleneck,
I smoked a dozen cigarettes,
and raised my eyebrows all day.

Gimme drugs.
Gimme sex.
Gimme booze.
Help me forget that there's nothing new under the sun.
Make me deaf.
Make me dumb.
Anyway to make me numb,
because there's nothing new under the sun.

Just a glamorous little junkie,
that was a little freak, a little funky.
A good-looking corpse is what I'll be.
Old rockstars never die, they just OD.

We're all looking for a reason,
we'd love to kill ourselves,
like maybe Plath or Hemingway.
I put on my best black turtleneck,
I smoked a dozen cigarettes,
and raised my eyebrows all day.

Gimme drugs.
Gimme sex.
Gimme booze.
Help me forget that there's nothing new under the sun.
Make me deaf.
Make me dumb.
Anyway to make me numb,
because there's nothing new under the sun.
Track Name: Summer Day
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.

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.
Track Name: Step On It
I'm tired of being your yes man.
Your fleeting whims have bled me dry.
I think "No fucking way" has a better ring to it anyway,
Than "How can I please you again my dear?"

I've had enough of being your boy toy.
The world will still revolve, but not around you.
I'm gonna stay around; if you don't like that get out of town
cuz I will not please you again my dear.

Every time I see your face,
I think that I might want to
STEP ON IT!

This is for every guy and every girl around the world
That you have hurt in your whole life
You take and do not give you take and
Do not give. You've been there too;
How could you leave and hurt me too?
You take and do not give you take and
Do not give!

Your egomania has worn me out,
guess I won't be the one to cut you
down to size,
I think get on your knees has a lot
more power than "pretty please",
so how will you please me again my dear?

Every time I see your face,
I think that I might want to
STEP ON IT!

This is for every guy and every girl around the world
That you have hurt in your whole life
You take and do not give you take and
Do not give. You've been there too;
How could you leave and hurt me too?
You take and do not give you take and
Do not give!

Every time I see your face,
I think that I might want to
TACKLE YOU!

This is for every guy and every girl around the world
That you have hurt in your whole life
You take and do not give you take and
Do not give. You've been there too;
How could you leave and hurt me too?
I turned my time to pleasing you,
You turned away and now you take and
Do not give, you take and do not give you take and
Do not give!

I've had enough of being your yes-man,
I'm sick and tired of being your boy-toy.
Track Name: Pre-Emptive Strike
And when I'm hanging by a thread,
Tied to machines and half-dead,
and when you think it's my final act,
don't pull the plug,
I'm coming back.

Hey!
The strength of my will protects me from harm,
I'm not going out with a needle in my arm.

I'll not go down without a fight,
my will is my pre-emptive strike,
I'll not go down without a fight,
I'll not go gently into that good night.

And when you think I can't go on,
And when you think I'm not that strong,
I will not die by my own hand,
I'll hold my ground, I'll make my stand.

Hey!
The strength of my will protects me from harm,
I'm not going out with a needle in my arm.

I'll not go down without a fight,
my will is my pre-emptive strike,
I'll not go down without a fight,
I'll not go gently into that good night.
Track Name: My Own Worst Enemy
I think she smokes just to blow smoke rings,
I think I'm drinking just to forget her name.
She looks at me funny, like Jesus on the cross,
This is no Fortunate Fall, but it feels like "Paradise Lost".

So, get thee to a nunnery, you bitch.
I drank myself to sleep a thousand times.
I broke my foot running after you,
but I can't seem to get you off my mind.

I might even be my own worst enemy.
Standing in the corner of my shame.
I might even be my own worst enemy,
because I really thought you could keep me sane.

She looks at me funny and says, "I think of you like my therapist,"
I laughed, she didn't.
I touched an angel; I thought I brushed a wing.
I thought it meant something, she didn't.

So, get thee to a nunnery, you bitch.
I drank myself to sleep a thousand times.
I broke my foot running after you,
but I can't seem to get you off my mind.

I might even be my own worst enemy.
Drinking so that I forget your name,
I might even be my own worst enemy,
because I really thought you could keep me sane.
Track Name: Don't Tell Me I Missed The War
All my heroes are on MTV,
they're on a movie screen,
and they like to eat Wheaties.
And I don't trust the President,
and hate the government,
and I've been waiting all my life,
for one defining moment.

Tell me what to do with,
all this aggression I feel,
because self-repression just leads,
to more depression.
And I don't want to be another,
wheel in human traffic,
I want to prove myself,
but I am just a demographic.

So tell me what to believe,
and I will follow.
Just tell me what to think,
I know you're always right.
Disillusionment is payback,
for never having to put up a fight.

Don't tell me I missed the war,
don't tell me that it's all over now.
Don't tell me I missed the war.
And I don't know how,
I got so jaded.
And I don't know why,
independence is so overrated.
Don't tell me I missed the war.

All my heroes have been,
programmed for me,
so they could guarantee
my complacency.
And I still don't trust the government,
even though it pays my rent.
And I'm still waiting for that,
one defining moment.

So tell me what to believe,
and I will follow.
Just tell me what to think,
I know you're always right.
Disillusionment is payback,
for never having to put up a fight.

Don't tell me I missed the war,
don't tell me that it's all over now.
Don't tell me I missed the war.
And I don't know how,
I got so jaded.
And I don't know why,
independence is so overrated.
Don't tell me I missed the war.
Track Name: Sisyphus' Rock
Like Sisyphus and his rock,
I roll our love up a great hill.
Hoping for a chance to reach the summit.
And as the gods of thunder bowl,
I watch the light show in the sky.
But you are frozen, terrified, and weakened.

I know the reasons for your actions.
I know you'll answer for your tears.
But who will ever be my rock?
when you decide you're on your own,
and I still draw you rainbows in the night.

I would steal fire from the gods,
if I thought it'd make you smile.
I'd sacrifice my liver for your heart.
Look out in Hades down below,
because I'll not look back this time.
Now I'm armed with Schwarzenegger, two gats, and a nine.

FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT.
You're the Achilles’ Heel of my soul.
FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT.
Yours is the only pain I know.
But little angel don't you fear,
when you felt me you fell from grace.
But we are all Immortals in the end.

I will decline Pandora's Box,
but I think I'll see what's in yours.
I'm clawing for the hope that's at the bottom.
I'll fight off snakes on Gorgons' heads,
and I'll take thunderbolts for you.
But please don't leave my whispers to myself.

But angel don't you ever fear,
when you felt me you fell from grace.
But we are all Immortals in the end.
Track Name: When The Revolution Comes
I know I take myself too seriously sometimes,
I know I'm a little on the edge.
Can you kiss me so I think of no one else?
Can you save me from being with myself?

How come all the songs on the radio are about you,
and all the constellations spell your name?
I don't think the sun would rise without you,
life on earth just wouldn't be the same.

Like a distant star that never sets,
I can see the light that brings me home.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, it can only make us stronger,
I will find a way so you will never be alone.

How come Shakespeare wrote soliloquies about you,
how did he know just how I would feel?
And even poetry is meaningless without you,
you can turn the words to something real.

I know I take myself too seriously sometimes,
I know I'm a little on the edge.
Can you kiss me so I think of no one else?
Can you save me from being with myself?

How come all the songs on the radio are about you,
and all the constellations spell your name?
I don't think the sun would rise without you,
life on earth just wouldn't be the same.

When the Revolution Comes,
And your world starts to fall,
When the Revolution Comes,
It won't mean anything at all,
When the Revolution Comes,
and your back's against the wall...

I will be standing next to you.
Track Name: Loser of the Year
Remember when you told me,
I’m not worth the time of day?
Remember when you slapped my face,
By just looking away?

But I won’t hold a grudge,
I just wanna see you die (a painful death),
I won’t feel bitter,
It just feels good to see you cry…
Over and over again.
It looks like I have lost again…

I’ll be your loving puppy,
I’ll be your slave for torture,
I’ll be the one you call the
LOSER OF THE YEAR.
I’ll be your willing victim,
I’ll be your whipping boy,
I’ll be your one and only
LOSER OF THE YEAR.

Remember when you tripped me,
Because I looked so lame?
Remember when you laughed at me,
Because I didn’t dress the same?

But I won’t feel hurt,
I won’t break in front of you.
Don’t you think I feel?
Don’t you think I have emotions too?
Don’t you remember gym class?
Looks like I’m chosen last again…

Yeah, you need me.
Yeah, you need me.
I’m the one who makes you feel good about yourself,
So you can go fuck yourself.

But I won't hold a grudge,
I JUST WANT TO SEE YOU DIE.
Don't you think I feel?
Don’t you think I have emotions too?
Don’t you remember gym class?
Looks like I’m chosen last again…

I’ll be your loving puppy,
I’ll be your slave for torture,
I’ll be the one you call the
LOSER OF THE YEAR.
I’ll be your willing victim,
I’ll be your whipping boy,
I’ll be your one and only
LOSER OF THE YEAR.

LET ME BE YOUR LOSER.