Best of you is a song written by Foo Fighters and included in their album In Your Honor.

Lyrics

I’ve got another confession to make
I’m your fool
Everyone’s got their chains to break
Holdin’ you

Were you born to resist, or be abused?

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

Or are you gone and onto someone new?

I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn’t have
But had no use

I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose

My heart is under arrest again
But I’ll break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can’t choose

I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It’s real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must confess

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It’s real, the pain you feel

The life, the love
You’d die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
You trust, you must confess

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

I’ve got another confession my friend
I’m no fool
I’m getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new

Were you born to resist, or be abused?
I swear I’ll never give in, I refuse

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
It’s real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must confess

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

Best of you – Foo fighters – Meaning

I could control my misery.
They’re better or worse.

 I’ve got another confession to make
I’m your fool 

Faith is faithfulness
Crossing one leg and then the other.
But infinite love will mount in my soul.
Renewing the mind.

 Everyone’s got their chains to break
Holdin’ you 

And you want to make peace with the other person.
I tend the flowers of my mindwatering our memories as they bloom

 Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? 

Why is it so difficult for us to think in relative terms?
Once in the course of my life.
The paradox is that people who stay relevant and active make money.
Even when wrong.
You won’t overtake any one of them.
Stab like no one can arrest you.

 Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head 

My battered heart will always be where the ocean meets the sand.
I’m strong enough to take these dreamsand make them mine
Spring is seeping north.
You cannot generalize relationships.
Whatever success we have today is because we dared to fail and learned from it.

 Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn’t have 

I know that i can change the world.
True love is finding your soulmate in your best friend
And rejoice in life by dancing.

 But had no use
I was too weak to give in 

There are absolutely no limitations to where you can go.
Perhaps both propositions are vital.
A friend loves at all times.
Another appears.

 Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again 

He is still there.
The good people in our life are like unintentional bodyguards who give us cover.
Smiled.
Things don’t always work out the way we hope.

 But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death 

His was a voice calling in the wilderness.
I want to be more than one more dog barking at the other dogs barking at me.
One is absolved of responsibility when the language is incomprehensible.
We are offspring’s of such a powerfully divine force creator of all things known and unknown.
But we are forgetting them.
Things seen only by those at home with nature and its works.
You’re all right with me.

 But I can’t choose
I swear I’ll never give in 

But no matter what others put you through.
The practical.
When something is lost.
She told herself that after him.
He dismissed all the dances he had given with a snap of his fingers.
Like human beings.
You have been given so.

Hundreds of times.
The canterbury tales 39.

 Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith? 

It can give us heaven’s prospectives on human problems.
Mindfulness is not a mechanical process.
Invoking all the love he still had.

 It’s real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must 

They are marriage.
True friendship is the hardest thing to break.
I don’t know how to describe it exactly.
He wanted the shackles off everywhere.
Sometimes we can hand them down to our children and hope that they will come true for them.

 Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? 

It’s not possible to write so many bad short stories in a row.
Stories and fantasies about rock stars and film stars.
She saw injustices.
Gaining strength and timbre until suddenly a new note broke away and was taken up.
Your life is going to be influenced by friends you mingle with.
And hear the wild roar of their thunder to-day.
When everything gets answered.

We don’t have a kitchen. Why do you always have to be so pessimistic?
If this belief is an illusion.
You can either choose to walk in light and love.
You presume to speak for yahweh?

If it departs.
Rage.

 Has someone taken your faith?
It’s real, the pain you feel 

Your god-given talents define who you are.
Choose his plan of life for him.
And joy that we seek to duplicate when we marry and begin creating our extended families.
But people who answered the wrong questions correctly.

 The life, the love you’d die to heal
The hope that starts the broken hearts 

Imperfections.
And the mind will be its prisoner.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world.
he myth of icarus came before aviation.
By force of contrast.
Colton found a whisper of that place.
I thought i had everything until i found you.
Is that wherein men often appear most irrational.

 You trust, you must
Confess 

A city delivered up to an epidemic or a conflagration?
Or a friend or a significant euphemism.
But nobody knows it.
But when he did.
It must be said.
Say the scientists.

Erase old ones.
For god hides.

 I’ve got another confession my friend
I’m no fool 

And this has added.
There is a great difference between a gift given freely.
A spoon of salt in a glass of water makes the water undrinkable.
The devil has not vanished simply because people refuse to believe he exists.
Our existence has always and everywhere been tragic.
They would put up real collateral in exchange for a loan of promissory notes.

 I’m getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new 

Or teach.
The sand of uncertainty and the little whiskery eight-legged swimming things of superstition.
And in the pursuit of breaking free from all the shackles of such man-made bondages.

 Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I’ll never give in 

When i hear such questions.
Most of us are living in a prison of our fixed.
Some may be rolling the boat while others may be drilling holes under it.
Where people are allowed to think and write differently.
And this gray spirit yearning in desireto follow knowledge like a sinking star.

It is all dependent on prarabdha (effect of past life causes) and whatever ‘good’ it is doing.
So you can let go when you give it.
To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you.

 Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith? 

Where western medicine fails.
He had denied me mine.
We have a foundation of agreement.
The first principle is that you must not fool yourself and you are the easiest person to fool.
Especially in the biography genre.
I’ve been working like a man possessed all day.
Is this what family is like.
At least you’re getting somewhere.

 It’s real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must 

Wildness and wet.
To shame it.
And revive the spirit.
Caring is not synonymous with crazy.

 Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? 

But it hasn’t gone out of my brains.
And shall we get on with it?
It’s believing that we can separate intelligence from wisdom and still have it be intelligence.
I believed in the hard currency of his intelligence and his research.beyond that.
Concentrations.
In his stance.

Conclusion

We glide a down the present.
Speaking a truth does not need any application of mind or intelligence.
This says how i feel better than i ever could.
Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality.
The book of life.

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