THIRD EYE BLIND
THIRD EYE BLIND
ursa major
THIRD EYE BLIND / URSA MAJOR CREDITS: Stephan Jenkins - Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Percussion, Drums (Why Can’t You Be) Brad Hargreaves - Drums, Percussion, Piano Tony Fredianelli - Guitar, Backing Vocals, Keyboards THANKS to the following musicials who played on Ursa Major as well: Jon Evans - Bass, Tony Fredianelli - Guitar, Backing Vocals, Keyboards HORNS Matri Skinfil - Backing Vocals (Dao of St. Paul) , Arion Salazar - Bass (Bonfire)
PRODUCED BY Stephan Jenkins ENGINEERED BY Sean Beresford MIXED BY Sean Beresford MASTERED BY Vlado Meller PHOTOGRAPHY Eva Kolenko & Google DESIGN & ART DIRECTION Anton Murray MANAGEMENT Micro Management
Humble and inspired thanks to the members of Assembly and everyone who’s kept 3EB in their hearts and helped them bring about the time of Ursa Major. For a complete list of credits and thank you’s please see www.thirdeyeblind.com © Mega Collider Records
LABEL Mega Collider Records REPRESENTATION Tim Mandelbaum
DON’T BELIEVE A WORD Cigarette fingers amber stain Incriminating notes on a paper chain Did you ever get the feeling that you’ve been cheated I want to bust out I’ve not been defeated They’re all straw bones they hold no water Got the whiplash smile but this gets harder Time wound down and we’ve been cashed Cause half measures are all half assed How did I ever end up this way I’ve gone numb in disarray Cultivating my ignorance Didn’t we have some standards once I hate you down to your cowboy boots We wanted clever and we settled for stupid Threw it all away so indiscreet Like a bad boyfriend, just a dirty little cheat It’s a shallow vicious state of mind Like an angry chump getting dumped online Says give me back my photos will kill you Don’t believe a word Just keep on breathing Cause pretty soon Good King George will wake up screaming Our sound track is a soulless thing Some dull ache replaced the sting
ANTON MURRAY DESIGN BOOK: THIRD EYE BLIND - URSA MAJOR : 18
Rap stars brag about shooting each other Whatever happened to brother brother We like thugs when they attack And we like crime when it’s black on black Isn’t this you cool hearted fake Isn’t this more than you can take Don’t believe a word Just walk on by This moment will pass and then we all can get high Don’t believe it Just keep on breathing Cause pretty soon Good King George will wake up screaming Round up all the big linchpins I hope we don’t get fooled again All sensation makes no sense You got some insane confidence I can’t find myself, I can’t change the station In this corporate sell out hillbilly nation Scandalize now with such ease America give me back my keys Sand it blows and soldier squeeze Trigger on made up enemies For all abroad and all at al Till you come home, bring em home