Metric System

One of our favourite tracks from Living Receiver (2009), which we re-released independently last month. Thank you to everyone who has bought a copy- we really appreciate the support! If you haven't got yours yet, the buy links are under the lyrics. x ps. remastered HD music video coming soon- subscribe to us on youtube.com/thesunpilots for updates 'Rigamortis on the clothesline. Mockingbirds are sounding the alarm. It’s over me, it's over you. Bound together stuck like glue. I beg your pardon, what's your name? I thank you all the same. Go baby go. It's a strange belief in metric systems. Go baby go. It's the aftertaste when no-one listens. What baby's got the baby knows. The baby's lost, the baby's found and maybe shows. Go, go, go, go... A piece of string, remove a bad tooth. Though it might be bleeding I'll be fine. Percussive strum upon a menu, and handlebar brakes work fine. I's over me, it's over you. Bound together stuck like glue. I beg your pardon, what's your name? I thank you all the same. 'Cause things ought to be easier you see. Another second place trophy in place of first place...' 'Living Receiver' available now on: The Sunpilots store (signed CDs & downloads): goo.gl/2P0Mla iTunes: goo.gl/bAIGc5 Amazon MP3: goo.gl/7grJav
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Animals in my Mind

A song inspired by a bizarre dream... 'I wash my new suits in the rain and my old suits in the drain And my double-breasted pillowcases all just seem the same. I think I better hide. I think I better hide. I've got a pet that's shedding hair on a chair that isn't fair On a cushion that I made for me when I just didn't care And they call to me- I think I better hide. I think I better hide. Animals in my mind. You are me They're taking my, taking my time. You are me 'Cause animals in my mind. You are me They're taking my, taking my time. More than just a name, so much more than just a game And the cards that nature's dealt to me are more than what I claim And they call to me- I think I better hide. I think I better hide. Long to see me for a breath of air. I think I'm scared of animals in my mind. You are me. Taking my, taking my time. You are me... Think it's more than a sound, creatures moving around. Feel the animals take you higher. Downloading complete- they're reprogramming me. Self-triggering sanity excision. Creeping into surround, put your ear to the ground. Are they real, are they synthesizing my mind? From our debut album 'Living Receiver' (2009), available now on: The Sunpilots store: goo.gl/2P0Mla iTunes: goo.gl/bAIGc5 Amazon MP3: goo.gl/7grJav
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Medicated Shell (album version) - Feat. sitar, tabla & Raj's mother

Our singer Raj was born in Australia, but what you might not know is that his mother is a classically trained Sri Lankan singer. He grew up jamming in alternative rock bands in high school while also learning the 72 scales of Carnatic music. The intro of Medicated Shell was sung by Raj's mother. The track also features some pretty cool sitar and tabla. Medicated Shell is about an addict who loses touch with reality. 'Sitting cracked up on this wall, I'm moving with the ebb and flow. It's pulsing through my veins, it slowly pushes up again. This clock has stopped. Time passed slowly. I'm punching out again... I'm fading. I'm fading. I'm gone. Can you see through me now 'cause I'm fading, I'm fading, I'm gone in this medicated shell. Meditating, drifting slowly in and out of conscious headspace. Breathe it in and breath it slowly; tendrils fade away. Said it's a universal state of being; always seen but never seeing. Whispered thoughts that have no meaning, oh they'll rue that day. This pin has dropped, it's sinking slowly. Digging in my brain…'   From the album 'Living Receiver' (2009). Available on The Sunpilots store: http://goo.gl/2P0Mla iTunes: http://goo.gl/bAIGc5 Amazon MP3: http://goo.gl/7grJav Spotify: http://goo.gl/PU4XUg
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Music video - Drones (HD)


The drones are marching one by one. Force fed the things that we'll become. Ready or not they're here to make your choices clear.

They're pushing up daisies in our heads. Top of the food chain but brain dead.

Teachers to make us fit their mould. Police to keep the status quo. The media conformity, a wolf amongst the mindless sheep. They're singing na na, na na na na na...

They're pushing up daisies in our heads. Top of the food chain but brain dead. Will we do what we're taught till we're six feet too short? They're pushing up daisies in our heads.

Teachers selling our souls– leave us alone. We're not gonna take it. Preachers selling our souls– leave us alone. We're not gonna take it.

They're pushing up daisies in our heads. Top of the food chain but brain dead. Will we do what we're taught till we're six feet too short? They're pushing up daisies in our; we're pushing up daisies in our... They're pushing up daisies in our heads. But we're not dead yet.

From the album 'Living Receiver' (2009). Available now on
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