The Sunpilots

Chapter II: The Captain

Raj — Mon, 19 Mar 2012 19:26:11 +0000

Bow down before the fires of our rebirth. This king’s no more; look upon your new god.

Chapter II from ‘King of the Sugarcoated Tongues’ is out for download now. It’s one of our longer tracks (8:33), so it goes best with some kind of chilled beverage. Check it out on the album page: www.thesunpilots.com/sugarcoated

P.S. If you like it, you can Share it on facebook to help us get it out there. ‘Chapter III: God Science’ out next

Chapter I: King of the Sugarcoated Tongues (lyrics video)

Raj — Fri, 16 Mar 2012 20:58:42 +0000

Download the album for free: http://www.thesunpilots.com/sugarcoated

Chapter I: King of the Sugarcoated Tongues

Raj — Fri, 09 Mar 2012 21:15:22 +0000

From the ashes of a fool a superstar will rise to rule the secret armies they once led. All hail the king, the prince is dead.
The second track is here- download and enjoy. If you guys can Share this on your facebook wall and pages, tweet it etc. to help us get it out there, we’d appreciate it.
P.S. Thanks to everyone who shared ‘Prologue: 3 Minutes to Midnight’ – sending much love your way!

Underneath the setting sun the jester and the chosen one debate which way they’ll make the world revolve again. While somewhere deep under the ground the lords and ladies of the crown will sow their seeds all through the night and plant words that he will write.

A puppet dancing on a string– he’s in control of everything, so safe and sound inside the wool they’ve wrapped him in. Slowly children gather round to see the freakshow they have found and bathe under his golden light and drink the words of second sight.

King of the sugarcoated tongues- building his tower to the sun. Ashes, ashes burn him down. Ashes, ashes burn him down.

Sitting on his throne up high, a playroom king surrounded by the butterflies they put there just to flatter him. Through the one-way mirror’s eye his masters view their latest prize and make the change he’ll usher in to cater to their every whim.

But shrouded by the veil of night the puppet king begins to bite the hands that hold the silver chains he’s shackled with. From the ashes of a fool a superstar will rise to rule the secret armies they once led. All hail the king, the prince is dead.

King of the sugarcoated tongues- building his tower to the sun. Ashes, ashes burn him down. Hail to the saviour now, he’s come straight from the straight from their breeding plans to love. Ashes, ashes burn him down. Ashes, ashes burn him down.

When we go down to the core; you bend enough times and you’re sure to invite the waves that linger within and collapse the boat that we’re sinking in. You followed him out, so follow him in. Swallow the words that he serves again.

Prologue: 3 Minutes to Midnight (lyrics video)

Raj — Mon, 05 Mar 2012 20:14:30 +0000

Download the album for free: http://www.thesunpilots.com/sugarcoated

P.S. ‘Chapter I: King of the Sugarcoated Tongues’ coming soon

Prologue: 3 Minutes to Midnight

Raj — Fri, 02 Mar 2012 03:02:09 +0000

Track 1 from ‘King of the Sugarcoated Tongues’ is now out for download here: http://www.thesunpilots.com/sugaroated. If you dig it, please click Like above the player to help us get it out there on facebook. There’s a tweet button too.

P.S. ‘Chapter I: King of the Sugarcoated Tongues’ will be out next Friday

We got 3 minutes to midnight so drop the bomb. We had millions of 1’s and 0’s to save the world from. We got 3 minutes to midnight so drop the bomb.

Two men walk into a bar, trade jokes between cigars and try to read the other’s scars… like maps showing exactly where he’s been and all the faces the other’s seen. To feed into their little code breaking machines.

We got 3 minutes to midnight so drop the bomb. We had millions of 1’s and 0’s to save the world from. We got 3 minutes to midnight so drop the bomb. We had pieces of shiny metal to save the world from.

Two men who walk into a store- the place their fathers shopped before to keep us safe and sound and warm. Ring ring; each buying snazzy new machines. One in blue and the other green. Daddy would have been so proud if he could see.

From the new regime and straight into your living room. Sponsored sound and vision; drip fed all the latest news. It’s a technical condition, people set to overload. No breaks in transmission messing with your thought control.

Save me ’cause I’m falling apart under fire from grace. It’s such a curious thing when we’re shooting each other down for space. As the sky crashes down to the ground don’t be scared, it can be replaced; we’ve got machines to fill the hole.