Released: June 16, 2015

Songwriter: Stephan Jenkins

Producer: Stephan Jenkins

My mom recovered - alcoholic
Gave me opera and Jackson Pollock
Said all these things, all these things are yours
She said you're not blessed, and you're not cursed
In the end, you write your verse
Yeah all these things, all these things are yours

Let that feeling born in shadow
Let it make you, make you strong
And the demons you've got to carry
Carry you on, and on, and on

John Coltrane's addict ways
Took us all to better days
Said all these things, all these things are yours
Am I right? Am I wrong?
In the end just write your song
Cause all these things, all these things are yours

Let that feeling born in shadow
Let it make you, make you strong
And the demons you've got to carry
Carry you on, and on, and on

Cause all these things, all these things are yours
All these things, all these things are yours
All these things, all these things are yours

What happened to you man
I've been there too
Cause all these things, all these things are yours

Let that feeling born in shadow
Let it make you, make you strong
And the demons you've got to carry
Carry you on, and on, and on

Let that feeling that you carry
Nah Nah

Third Eye Blind

Third Eye Blind from San Francisco Mission District Mostly guitars with other things knocking around Riffs and deep beats Lyrics are expanded in a kinda hip hop way That wrong thing you’re not supposed to say- we say it Black on Black pretty much from the beginning It took us so long to get things this way but it really feels like we are underway now Jacked on coffee we are a fabulously disorganized bunch We seek impact with friends try to surf whenever we can dirty jokes looking out for each other we have eyes and a voice so no surprise when we speak the fuck up We care about shit No sequencers no backing tracks not a DJ group We believe in the gathering power of music Guess you could say we are a motherfucking rock band Born in shadow, made of lions, loud as fuck