Best Of Times歌词
歌手：Perry Como 专辑：Perry Como Today
Sage Francis - The Best Of Times
It's been a long and lonely trip but
I'm glad that I took it because it was well worth it.
I got to read a couple books and do some research
Before I reached my verdict.
Never thought that I was perfect.
Always thought that I had a purpose.
Used to wonder if I'd live to see my first kiss.
The most difficult thing I ever did
Was recite my own words at a service
Realizing the person I was addressing probably
Wasn't looking down from heaven.
Or cooking up something in hell's kitchen
Trying to listen in or eaves drop
From some another dimension.
It was self serving just like this is.
Conveniently religious on Easter Sunday and on Christmas.
The television went from being a babysitter to a mistress.
Technology made it easy for us
To stay in touch while keeping a distance
'Til we just stayed distant and never touched.
Now all we do is text too much.
I don't remember much from my youth.
Maybe my memory is repressed.
Or I just spent too much time
Wondering if I'd live to have ***.
Fell in love for the first time in 4th grade
But I didn't have the courage to talk to her.
In 8th grade I wrote her the note
But I slipped it in someone else’s locker.
Considered killing myself 'cause of that.
It was a big deal.
It was a blown cover.
It was over for me.
My goose was cooked.
Stick a fork it me.
The jig is up.
I blew my chances the rest is history
Our future was torn asunder.
It became abundantly clear that
I was only brought here to suffer.
At least I didn't include my name.
Thankfully I wrote the whole note in code
And it had 10 layers of scotch tape safety
Seal making it impossible to open.
Plus it was set to self destruct.
Whoever read it probably died…laughing.
I wonder if they lived long enough
To realize what happened.
A year later I came to understand that
Wasn't love that I was feeling for her.
I had someone else to obsess over.
I was older. I was very mature.
I forged my time signature
While practicing my parents autograph
Cause I was failing math.
Disconnected the phone when
I thought the teacher would call my home.
I checked the mailbox twice a day
At the end of a long dirt road.
Steamed open a couple envelopes like
I was in private detective mode.
If you snoop around long enough
For something in particular
You're guaranteed to find it.
For better or worse that's how I learned that
It's best to just keep some things private.
It was the best of times.
It was the end of times.
It was the best of times.
It was the end of times.
Best of times end of times
I was always on deck I was next in line.
An only child with a pen and pad writing a list of things that
I could never have.
The walls in my house were paper thin.
Every squabble seemed to get deafening.
If my memory serves me correctly
I made it a point to void and forget some things.
Probably to keep from being embarrassed.
Never meant to upset or give grief to my parents.
Kept my secrets…hid my talents…
in my head never under the mattress.
Therapy couldn't break me.
Never learned a word that would insure safety.
So I spoke softly and I tip toed often.
The door to my room was like a big old coffin.
The way that it creeked when I closed it shut.
Anxieties peaked when it opened up.
As if everything that I was thinking would be exposed.
I still sleep fully clothed.
It was the best of times.
It was beautiful.
It was brutal.
It was cruel.
It was business as usual.
Heaven. It was hell.
Used to wonder if I'd live to see 12.
When I did I figured that I was immortal.
Loved to dance but couldn't make it to the formal.
Couldn' bear watching my imaginary girlfriend
Bust a move with any other dudes.
Tone Loc was talking bout a “Wild Thang”
but I was still caught up in some child thangs.
Scared of a God who couldn't spare the rod.
It was clearly a brimstone and fire thang.
Pyromaniac. Kleptomaniac.
Couldn't explain my desire to steal that fire.
Now I add it to my rider.
Like “Please oh please don't throw me in that patch of brier!”
It was the best of times.
It was the end of times.
The school counselor was clueless
'cause I never skipped classes.
Perfect attendance.
Imperfect accent.
Speech impediment they could never really fix
And I faked bad eyesight so I could wear glasses.
Considered doing something that would cripple me.
I wanted a wheelchair.
I wanted the sympathy.
I wanted straight teeth so then came braces.
4 years of head gear helped me change faces.
It was the best of times.
It was the end of times.
Now I wonder if I'll live to see marriage.
Wonder if I'll live long enough to have kids.
Wonder if I'll live to see my kids have kids.
If I do I’m gonna tell 'em how it is.
“Don't listen when they tell you
That these are your best years.
Don't let anybody protect your ears.
It's best that you hear
What they don't want you to hear.
It's better to have pressure
From peers than not have peers.
Beer won't give you chest hair.
Spicy food won’t make it curl.
When you think you've got it all figured out
And then your universe collapses…
Trust me kid…it’s not the end of the world
It's been a long and lonely trip but
I'm glad that I took it because it was well worth it.
I got to read a couple books and do some research
Before I reached my verdict.
Never thought that I was perfect.
Always thought that I had a purpose.
Used to wonder if I'd live to see my first kiss.
The most difficult thing I ever did
Was recite my own words at a service
Realizing the person I was addressing probably
Wasn't looking down from heaven.
Or cooking up something in hell's kitchen
Trying to listen in or eaves drop
From some another dimension.
It was self serving just like this is.
Conveniently religious on Easter Sunday and on Christmas.
The television went from being a babysitter to a mistress.
Technology made it easy for us
To stay in touch while keeping a distance
'Til we just stayed distant and never touched.
Now all we do is text too much.
I don't remember much from my youth.
Maybe my memory is repressed.
Or I just spent too much time
Wondering if I'd live to have ***.
Fell in love for the first time in 4th grade
But I didn't have the courage to talk to her.
In 8th grade I wrote her the note
But I slipped it in someone else’s locker.
Considered killing myself 'cause of that.
It was a big deal.
It was a blown cover.
It was over for me.
My goose was cooked.
Stick a fork it me.
The jig is up.
I blew my chances the rest is history
Our future was torn asunder.
It became abundantly clear that
I was only brought here to suffer.
At least I didn't include my name.
Thankfully I wrote the whole note in code
And it had 10 layers of scotch tape safety
Seal making it impossible to open.
Plus it was set to self destruct.
Whoever read it probably died…laughing.
I wonder if they lived long enough
To realize what happened.
A year later I came to understand that
Wasn't love that I was feeling for her.
I had someone else to obsess over.
I was older. I was very mature.
I forged my time signature
While practicing my parents autograph
Cause I was failing math.
Disconnected the phone when
I thought the teacher would call my home.
I checked the mailbox twice a day
At the end of a long dirt road.
Steamed open a couple envelopes like
I was in private detective mode.
If you snoop around long enough
For something in particular
You're guaranteed to find it.
For better or worse that's how I learned that
It's best to just keep some things private.
It was the best of times.
It was the end of times.
It was the best of times.
It was the end of times.
Best of times end of times
I was always on deck I was next in line.
An only child with a pen and pad writing a list of things that
I could never have.
The walls in my house were paper thin.
Every squabble seemed to get deafening.
If my memory serves me correctly
I made it a point to void and forget some things.
Probably to keep from being embarrassed.
Never meant to upset or give grief to my parents.
Kept my secrets…hid my talents…
in my head never under the mattress.
Therapy couldn't break me.
Never learned a word that would insure safety.
So I spoke softly and I tip toed often.
The door to my room was like a big old coffin.
The way that it creeked when I closed it shut.
Anxieties peaked when it opened up.
As if everything that I was thinking would be exposed.
I still sleep fully clothed.
It was the best of times.
It was beautiful.
It was brutal.
It was cruel.
It was business as usual.
Heaven. It was hell.
Used to wonder if I'd live to see 12.
When I did I figured that I was immortal.
Loved to dance but couldn't make it to the formal.
Couldn' bear watching my imaginary girlfriend
Bust a move with any other dudes.
Tone Loc was talking bout a “Wild Thang”
but I was still caught up in some child thangs.
Scared of a God who couldn't spare the rod.
It was clearly a brimstone and fire thang.
Pyromaniac. Kleptomaniac.
Couldn't explain my desire to steal that fire.
Now I add it to my rider.
Like “Please oh please don't throw me in that patch of brier!”
It was the best of times.
It was the end of times.
The school counselor was clueless
'cause I never skipped classes.
Perfect attendance.
Imperfect accent.
Speech impediment they could never really fix
And I faked bad eyesight so I could wear glasses.
Considered doing something that would cripple me.
I wanted a wheelchair.
I wanted the sympathy.
I wanted straight teeth so then came braces.
4 years of head gear helped me change faces.
It was the best of times.
It was the end of times.
Now I wonder if I'll live to see marriage.
Wonder if I'll live long enough to have kids.
Wonder if I'll live to see my kids have kids.
If I do I’m gonna tell 'em how it is.
“Don't listen when they tell you
That these are your best years.
Don't let anybody protect your ears.
It's best that you hear
What they don't want you to hear.
It's better to have pressure
From peers than not have peers.
Beer won't give you chest hair.
Spicy food won’t make it curl.
When you think you've got it all figured out
And then your universe collapses…
Trust me kid…it’s not the end of the world
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