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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2012, the year that ends the Mayan calendar and some people think that will be the end of the world. In this song, we cause the end of the world ourselves and it's happening right now. This one's a little more metal once you hit the bridge, and there's a little bit of an Iron Maiden influence to the solo, but it feels more like a heavy metal spiritual. The chorus is a "call and response", meant to be sung by the preacher and then chanted back by the congregation. Only instead of singing about hope, they're lamenting that the world they loved has finally turned to shit.
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..
credits
from Singularity,
track released June 1, 2008
Recorded at Renwood Messenger and 805 Studios, Racine, WI.
Engineered/Mixed by Steve Hawkins.
Produced by Steve Hawkins and Sunspot.
Copyright 2008 Metebelis Three Publishing.
