'Faking This' - Music video & Lyrics

We recently released a new music vid for 'Faking This' to celebrate the re-launch of our debut album  Living Receiver. You might have noticed we disappeared from iTunes, Spotify etc. a few months ago. The reason was we were wrapping up our distribution agreements and moving everything in-house. We've always released our records independently (through our label  Honeytrap Records). But distro was the one thing we didn't do ourselves- until now...

Living Receiver  is back on iTunes- with no more middle man! Share the vid & spread the word!


From the debut album 'Living Receiver'. Available now on:
The Sunpilots Store: goo.gl/2P0Mla
iTunes: goo.gl/bAIGc5
Amazon MP3: goo.gl/7grJav

'Summer days in the courtyard, I'm seeking my distress.
Empty page is draining my heart.
Plastic face, it seems to impart impressions that seem best
Left alone till the stars up.

Oh, hello... Did you see me standing there?
No. Are you sinking in my despair?

Only one who was faking this and I...
Only one who was faking this and I'm back forth, holding my own.
Only one who was faking this and I...
I'm back forth, holding my own.

Winter days in the courtyard, I'm hiding in this cage-
Another stain on the radar.
Disembodied brain, it holds an army that's feeding discontent
Through this tube into my lung.

Oh, hello... Did you see me standing there?
No. In this moment of despair?
So, are you breathing through my air?
Grow on the memories I can spare...'

Big props to the guys at The Blender Foundation for the amazing footage!
(CC) Blender Foundation | mango.blender.org

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
The Sunpilots store: http://goo.gl/2P0Mla
iTunes: http://goo.gl/bAIGc5
Amazon MP3: http://goo.gl/7grJav
Spotify: http://goo.gl/PU4XUg