Singularity

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    All the fun of flashy rock but with the satisfaction of substance over style. With monster choruses, face-melting guitar solos, and sweet harmonies, Sunspot delivers the swagger of the stadium to the pocket-protected masses. This disc also includes the Sunspot DVD of 10 videos with songs from the Singularity album, which was voted Best Rock Album of 2010 in Madison!

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The winner of Rock Album of the Year at the 2010 Madison Area Music Awards!

Sunspot is the Cheap Trick of geek-rock and Van Halen for Nerds. It's all the fun of flashy rock but with the satisfaction of substance over style. With monster choruses, face-melting guitar solos, and sweet harmonies, Sunspot brings the swagger of the stadium to the pocket-protected masses. They’ve been featured at Scott Bakula’s fiftieth birthday party, honored as the Wisconsin Area Music Industry Artist of the Year, earned a Madison Area Music Award for Rock Album of the Year, and have toured both coasts. The band has performed at Midpoint Music Festival, Millenium Music Conference, and headlined unofficial showcases at SXSW each year since 2006.

For one year, the power-pop trio embarked on an ambitious musical experiment: Releasing a brand new single and video each month. Beginning in July of 2008, when they announced the first song of the project, “2012”, the band created a new song each month, complete with corresponding themed artwork, merchandise and a video. In June of 2009, after an intense schedule of performing, writing, recording, shooting, and editing, the band presented their fifth full length release: A CD and DVD collection of songs and videos entitled “Singularity”.

Unlike other albums designed as organized groupings of songs, "Singularity" is a compilation songs created and recorded in a spontaneous manner. The songs do not necessarily follow a theme, but each stands on its own; created, developed, and recorded in a one month period of time. The tracks on the CD and DVD are presented in the order in which they were released, giving the listener the opportunity to follow Sunspot's year long musical journey and development as their "song-a-month" process evolved.

In addition to the band's signature rock sound, "Singularity" includes songs that deviate from Sunspot's typical format. "Square Root of All Evil" features acoustic guitar and violin, and "Hypnogogic" ventures into techno territory with programmed drum tracks and other electronica effects. "Uncanny Valley" includes the sounds of electronic drums as well, extending the human-robot theme of the song beyond the lyrics alone.

The second single and video from the set, “Sweet Relief”, won “Video of the Year” honors at this year’s Madison Area Music Awards. And the video for the song “Uncanny Valley” won them a performance at Noah's Ark (America's Largest Water Park) after local radio fans voted it as their favorite.

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released June 12, 2009

All songs Copyright 2009 Metebelis Three Publishing

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Track Name: No Place Like Home
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.
Track Name: Grand Guignol
You love the drama,
You play the role,
and you'll do anything,
to get my goat.
and when you bleed some,
it's a horror show,
You think I'm crazy,
well you should know.

There's always something wrong with you,
Someone's always done something to you.
Stop being such a huge asshole.
Your big exaggerations,
always lead to a confrontation,
This little act is getting old,
you're the Grand Guignol.

The sky is always falling down,
I can't take you anywhere downtown,
It's a bitchfest or a catfight,
don't you know anyone you like?
You're making threats so the stage is set for another breakdown.

There's always something wrong with you,
Someone's always done something to you.
Stop being such a huge asshole.
Your big exaggerations,
always lead to a confrontation,
This little act is getting old,
you're the Grand Guignol.

You love the drama,
You play the role,
and you'll do anything,
to get my goat.
and when you bleed some,
it's a horror show,
You think I'm crazy,
well you should know.

The sky is always falling down,
I can't take you anywhere downtown,
It's a bitchfest or a catfight,
don't you know anyone you like?
The stage is set,
off go the bets,
You're making threats,
you're killing pets,
in another breakdown.

There's always something wrong with you.
What am I gonna do with you?
Stop being such a huge asshole.
This little act is getting old.
You're the Grand Guignol.
Track Name: Tunguska
It came out of nowhere,
and hit my blindside.
it served me right, well I guess it served me right.
And I was unaware,
and tongue-tied,
left on the ropes, with no antidote.

And I thought the world was going to end,
I couldn't speak, my stomach dropped,
I threw up in my mouth as you delivered the knockout,
my mind was in some sort of state of shock.

When you broke the bond,
a thousand times an atom bomb,
I was blown away,
just like Tunguska.
Flattened by a fireball,
to only a shadow on the wall,
Just another meaningless,
second-rate apocalypse,

Too hot inside me,
like skin on fire,
I couldn't bear it,
but couldn't escape it.
Angry and paralyzed,
like the air can't reach my lungs,
completely knocked back.
Completely gobsmacked,

And I thought the world was going to end,
I couldn't speak, my stomach dropped.
I was screaming nyet,
when you made good on all your threats,
my mind was in some sort of state of shock.

When you broke the bond,
a thousand times an atom bomb,
I was blown away,
just like Tunguska.
Flattened by a fireball,
to only a shadow on the wall,
Just another meaningless,
second-rate apocalypse,

A global-killer,
with civility,
and the sudden impact,
made a crater out of me.

When you broke the bond,
a thousand times an atom bomb,
I was blown away,
just like Tunguska.
Flattened by a fireball,
to only a shadow on the wall,
Just another meaningless,
second-rate apocalypse.
Track Name: Sweet Relief
I'm just a puppet in your hands,
a slave to your demands,
too terrified to live life on my own.
Soldier for your affection,
doll in your collection,
but you've got a mind I'll never know.

Sweet relief,
why can't you stay?
Just a moment longer.
Sweet relief,
your smile I'll save.

Tied to my purse,
the martyr's curse,
tangled in the Cat's Cradle of your plan.
Spend all night on a call,
debating nothing at all,
thinking I can save what no one else can.

Sweet relief,
why can't you stay?
Just a moment longer.
Sweet relief,
your smile I'll save.
The vampires that prey on my conscience,
will trade my goodwill for my common sense.
Sweet relief,
why can't you stay?

And this resolve is gone,
the eggshells I've been walking on.
Can I carry on?
Can I carry on?
When this freedom is gone,
can I carry on?
Being your servant and your boy,
your trifle and your toy,
drained until all that's left of me is a void.

Sweet relief,
why can't you stay?
Just a moment longer.
Sweet relief,
your smile I'll save.
The vampires that prey on my conscience,
will trade my goodwill for my common sense.
Sweet relief,
why can't you stay?
Track Name: Path of Most Resistance
I should've been an athlete,
but my knees were too weak.
I should've been a scholar,
instead of a pubcrawler.
I should've moved to California,
like the Chili Peppers said.
I should've read more Tony Robbins,
and tried to get ahead.

Every time I try I fail,
I'm Jonah and I'm stuck inside this,
Whale of a time we'll never have together.
Oh, woe is me.

On the path of most resistance,
Carry on banging my head against the wall.
Keep the world at shouting distance,
There's no safety net and I'm in freefall.

I should've been a rocker,
but never took my chances.
I'm finally on my own now,
like I broke Piggy's glasses.
Somedays I'm just miserable,
and others I feel boned.
I should've been something special,
but instead, I just got pwned.

Every time I try I fail,
I'm Jonah and I'm stuck inside this,
Whale of a time we'll never have together.
Oh, woe is me.

On the path of most resistance,
Carry on banging my head against the wall.
Keep the world at shouting distance,
There's no safety net and I'm in freefall.

It's unacceptable.
It's unreliable,
Infuckingcredible,
unjustifiable.
I'm in crisis mode,
and always on the run,
Starbucks to wake up,
pass out to Ketel One.
Have you tasted loco?
Your mind won't let you go,
you can't sit still, you can't think,
worst-case scenario.
I *HEART* MELANCHOLY.
I love to curse my luck.
My finger's on the button,
that says self-destruct.

Every time I try I fail,
I'm Jonah and I'm stuck inside this,
Whale of a time we'll never have together.
Oh, woe is me.

On the path of most resistance,
Carry on banging my head against the wall.
Keep the world at shouting distance,
There's no safety net and I'm in freefall.

I love to flirt with failure,
I love to make it tough.
Take the hardest way,
close but not close enough.

On the path of most resistance,
Carry on banging my head against the wall.
Keep the world at shouting distance,
There's no safety net and I'm in freefall.
Track Name: Square Root of All Evil
They say money gives you peace of mind,
but money don't make you satisfied.
I guess it all depends on what you wanna do,
I only want enough to say F U.

and own my own jet pack,
have a blonde with a fake rack,
do more drugs than Kerouac,
and buy a sports team.

use a Van Gogh as TP,
have a personal chimpanzee,
buy everything on QVC,
and live on ice cream.

and drive around a red corvette,
buy up all the art in the Met,
have a Liger as a pet,
and sleep in all day.

break the law just to get off,
hang around with Hasselhoff,
get the birthmark off Gorbachev,
and eat all buffets.

This is the way we ride,
we can tell the world to kiss our butts.
This is the way we roll,
when we can tell the haters what to suck.

They say money gives you peace of mind,
but money don't make you satisfied.
I guess it all depends on what you wanna do,
I only want enough to say F U.

When I am king on my island made of cheese,
I'll buy all respect and make everyone say pretty please,
I'll trademark comedy and sell jokes for a penny,
I'll be the banker of loyalty,
Copyright happiness and when you smile,
You'll have to pay a royalty to me.

They say money gives you peace of mind, (I want more)
but money don't make you satisfied. (I want more)
I guess it all depends on what you wanna do,
I only want enough to say F U.
Track Name: 2012
The fault lies not within our stars,
This is the whimper,
that sounds the end.
The fault lies not within our stars,
This is the death rattle,
of the condemned.

I spent my life high on the notion,
that I could do something great.
But I bravely ran away,
and gave myself a Section Eight.
Daydreaming my life away,
and bored with everything,
Slouching towards Bethlehem,
and tied to apron strings.

This is the end,
of the bloodline,
that had a purpose,
that had a spine.
A generation,
on the bread line,
runs out of purpose,
runs out of time.

We're picking up the pieces,
of the Baby Boom chaos,
who navel-gazed in a purple haze,
and became the new Boss.
We Ragnaroked and Rolled,
and passed the buck and pissed the time,
the revolution was webcast,
the execution was half-assed.

This is the end,
of the bloodline,
that had a purpose,
that had a spine.
A generation,
on the bread line,
runs out of purpose,
runs out of time.

The fault lies not within our stars,
This is the whimper,
that sounds the end.
The fault lies not within our stars,
This is the death rattle,
of the condemned.

This is the end,
of the bloodline,
that had a purpose,
that had a spine.
A generation,
on the bread line,
runs out of purpose,
runs out of time.

This is the end,
of our time,
We ran out of rope and The Cosmic Joke,
has hit its punchline.

The fault lies not within our stars,
This is the whimper,
that sounds the end..
Track Name: More Than My Degree
I know you're my TA but this is more than math,
and there's a certain number I'd like to discuss after class.

I'm not nervous about this test, or that problem set
A passing grade in this dumb class is not what I hope to get.
Was it just coincidence that you called on me?
Do you know I want you more than my degree?

You don't have to worry, I know what this is about
"Office hours" is a clever slang for making out

Can't you see, it all adds up, like Bernoulli's equation
When I get your prime below mine, I'd even forego graduation
Was it just coincidence that you called on me?
Do you know I want you more than my degree?

Just like science, I'll be straight and tell it like it is:
I think that you're really great, I wanna have your kids
Was it just coincidence that you called on me?
Do you know I want you,
Do you know I want you?

The things that you explain
what do they mean?
I don't care
Just keep on looking at me,
Just keep on looking at me.

All the others in our class
don't seem to get it
They wanna learn,
and I want extra credit!

I'm not nervous about this test, or that problem set
A passing grade in this dumb class is not what I hope to get.
Was it just coincidence that you called on me?
Do you know I want you more than my degree?

Every time you say isosceles,
you make it sound so dirty,
Age won't matter,
when I'm 26 and you're 30,

Do you know I want you?
Do you know I need you?
Do you know I got to have you?
More than my degree.

Please stand so,
please stand so,
please stand so close to me,
Please stand so,
please stand so,
please stand so close to me.
Track Name: Uncanny Valley
All circuits go and power on,
Reconstructed from the pieces that were left into,
a convincing automaton,
a believable facsimile, a six million dollar masterpiece.

oooooh I'm so close,
you might not believe I'm a machine inside the ghost.

Machine,
Machine,
Forged from the wreckage of spare parts,
This tin man doesn't want a heart.
Machine.

Refurbished scrap without a soul,
unconstricted by the defect of attachment.
Programmed for perfect control,
To smile is upgrade, this kiss is manmade.

oooooh I'm so close,
you might not believe I'm a machine inside the ghost.

Machine,
Machine,
Forged from the wreckage of spare parts,
This tin man doesn't want a heart.
Machine.


In my nightmares, I'm still human,
I don't dream electric sheep,
In my nightmares, I'm still human,
this cyber core only skin-deep,
I welcome emptiness,
I will seek the void,
the uncanny valley,
separates the men from the droids.

oooooh I'm so close,
you might not believe I'm a machine inside the ghost.

Machine,
Machine,
Forged from the wreckage of spare parts,
this tin man doesn't want a heart.
Just like Data in reverse,
this sentience is only a curse.
Machine.

All circuits go and power on.
All circuits go and power on.
Track Name: Dig Your Grave
I guess we all could have used a little less irony,
and a little more Polyanna.
I'm praying for the proof that there's something worthy,
to come from the black hole of your sadness.

So is it better on the other side, the other side of the door?
And on the final ride, the final ride, you found what you're looking for?

How you must ache,
The way you went and left us all behind.
I'll dig your grave,
if it quiets down the screaming in your mind.
If it quiets down the screaming in your mind.

Yes, we forgave you in your eulogy,
What did you think that we would say?
Did you hope that all our anguish,
would make up for all your pain?
Did you see this in your letter,
did you know how it would go?
The way Mom pleaded with God,
and the way Dad hardly speaks anymore.

So is it better on the other side, the other side of the door?
And on the final ride, the final ride, you found what you're looking for?

How you must ache,
The way you went and left us all behind.
I'll dig your grave,
if it quiets down the screaming in your mind.

Nothing will ever be the same,
and this was a living Hell.
I tried but I could never hate you,
as much as you hated yourself.
Nothing could ever be the same,
and this was a living Hell.
I tried but I could never hate you,
as much as you hated yourself.

Tell me it's better on the other side, the other side of the door?
And on the final ride, your final ride, you found what you're looking for.

How you must ache,
The way you went and left us all behind.
I'll dig your grave,
if it quiets down the screaming in your mind.
How you must ache,
The way you went and left us all behind.
I'll dig your grave,
if it quiets down the screaming in your mind.

If it quiets down the screaming in your mind.
If it quiets down the screaming in your mind.
If it quiets down the screaming in your mind.
If it quiets down the screaming in your mind.
Track Name: Trashy Hot
Her lipstick is too bright,
Her teeth aren't too white,
and her mascara is a little runny.
Her hair isn't perfect,
but maybe there's intellect,
because at least she thinks I'm funny.

Tonight, tonight,
I am the eye of the beholder,
Tonight, tonight,
the one who's not got a cold shoulder,
Tonight, tonight,
I'm not in the mood for your old-fashioned attitudes.

This skank is dank,
and it's bar time.
This whore I adore,
is that a crime?
You can carry the news with all the young dudes,
but I'm going with her tonight.

Made a pass at the hairy guy,
even though he's cross-eyed,
so that makes me a stallion.
got kind of a muffin top,
Had too many jello shots,
but this bird's got me in her talons.

Tonight, tonight,
The only way to ogle,
Tonight, tonight,
is looking through beer goggles,
Tonight, tonight,
I'm not hanging round unless I'm going down.

This skank is dank,
and it's bar time.
This whore I adore,
is that a crime?
You can carry the news with all the young dudes,
but I'm going with her tonight.
This tramp is damp,
but she's a go-getter,
A coquette that's wet,
is a little better,
than going back home with a bunch of guys,
whose jerk rags have spoiled their eyes.

And you think that I might be some kind of freak,
or I'm a loser for not being so picky.
Yeah I can get a facsimile on my PC,
but tonight I wanna little flesh and blood,
flesh and blood company.

Tonight, tonight,
I am the eye of the beholder,
Tonight, tonight,
the one who's not got a cold shoulder,
Tonight, tonight,
I'm not hanging round unless I'm going down.

This skank is dank,
and it's bar time.
This whore I adore,
is that a crime?
You can carry the news with all the young dudes,
but I'm going with her tonight.
This tramp is damp,
but she's a go-getter,
A coquette that's wet,
is a little better,
than going back home with a bunch of guys,
whose jerk rags have spoiled their eyes.

She's Trashy, She's Trashy Hot,
and giving it all she got.
She's Trashy, She's Trashy Hot,
I say, I say, Why not, Why not.
She's Trashy, She's Trashy Hot,
I think I saw her on Believe It or Not.
She's Trashy, She's Trashy Hot,

Better do another shot.
Track Name: Hypnogogic
I wake up in the night,
still awake but paralyzed,
and you are there hovering over me.
I can't believe my eyes,
Trusting myself is unwise,
but there you are still hovering over me.

My better nature tells me,
this is a fairy story,
but without trying I can feel you.
An undigested bit of beef,
brings back of an old motif,
but in this moment you are here.

A waking dream,
of my invention,
does not conform ,
to comprehension,
lost in Hypnogogia again.

These animated figments,
ambiguous in their malignance,
have opened up a portal over me.
Wondering if these phantasms,
are weighing all my malefactions,
and are they here for my reckoning?

A chance to recreate,
the circumstance of my mistakes,
to speak the language of the speechless.
In the shadow of moonlight,
is this the way to make things right,
or are you the core of my weakness?

A waking dream,
of my invention,
does not conform ,
to comprehension,
lost in Hypnogogia again.

Immobile and bedazed,
by the look upon your face,
I am both in awe and terrified.
A moment to connect,
with one I had on such effect,
what urge do you need satisfied?

Apology or a decree,
some rare form of alchemy,
some otherworldy threat,
something that hasn't happened yet.
Or just some subconscious scheme,
to straighten out this Philistine,
and only a dream.

My better nature tells me,
this is a fairy story,
but without trying I can feel you.
In the shadow of moonlight,
is this the way to make things right,
or are you the core of my weakness?

A waking dream,
of my invention,
does not conform ,
to comprehension,
lost in Hypnogogia again.

Morpheus can read your mind,
Morpheus will always find,
all the things we keep inside,
all the things we try to hide.