Released: September 24, 2021

Goodbye
To the days of ladies and gentlemen
What do we know?
What do we know?
New order
It won't stop
You've got trauma
Of getting left out again

So goodbye
To the little princes of nowhere
What do we care?
What do we care?
We've all gone Dada
And you've been played
When we're smiling at the chaos
As we watch them start to fade

Look how easy now
They turn to rust
A rich dude is just
A poor dude with money
And I've becomе
An expression of a dream
If you don't know what I mеan
We're probably done talking
So I pick a road
Into the unknown
Singing, "La, da, da, no"

New order
Shit won't stop
We'll never
Sing about tits and ass again
So goodbye
To the days of ladies and gentlemen
What do we know?
Oh, what do we know?

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