What's Best
single
What's Best
The dynamic shift that kicks in around the one-minute mark is the whole argument for this song: a clean, reverb-soaked guitar and a voice alone in the room, then the band arrives like a door blown off its hinges, and suddenly ‘I pray to live, I must attest / the rules not fair in this contest’ feels less like a lyric and more like a verdict. At 152 BPM in E minor the chorus has the same chest-forward momentum as early Heart, and the production earns its volume by preserving space in the verses rather than rushing toward it. A highlight.
Lyrics
A count, a king, a pauper born In turn each guise the hat I’ve worn Though time appears to be precise Each life is as a passing storm
While in the frame we pay the price Of memory and ignorance Oh, would we dare to hold the flame To live each full and see them twice
I pray to live, I must attest The rules not fair in this contest And trust the gods to know what’s best And trust the gods to know what’s best
As blocks of stone each look the same The sum of man a single frame But were they stacked upon the rest The view across would skew the game
I pray to live, I must attest The rules not fair in this contest And trust the gods to know what’s best And trust the gods to know what’s best
To live each full and see them twice To live each full and see them twice
I pray to live, I must attest The rules not fair in this contest And trust the gods to know what’s best And trust the gods to know what’s best
To live each full and see them twice And trust the gods to know what’s best
Credits
Songwriter: Michael Anthony Rose