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Sage Francis - Civil Obedience
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Sage Francis - Dance Monkey
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Sage Francis - Fresh
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Sage Francis - 16 Years
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Sage Francis - Agony In Her Body
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Sage Francis - All Word No Play
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Sage Francis - Andy Kaughman
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Sage Francis - Apathy And Sage On Tone Capones Show 903 Wriu
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Sage Francis - Black Out On White Night
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Sage Francis - Black Sweatshirt
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Sage Francis - Bridle
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Sage Francis - Broccilude
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Sage Francis - Broken Wings
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Sage Francis - Buckets Of Silence
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Sage Francis - Cafe Girl
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Sage Francis - Call Me Francois
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Sage Francis - Can I Kick It?
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Sage Francis - Clickety Clack
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Sage Francis - Climb Trees
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Sage Francis - Come Come Now
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Sage Francis - Conspiracy To Riot
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Sage Francis - Crack Pipes
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Sage Francis - Crumble
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Sage Francis - Cup Of Tea
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Sage Francis - Damage
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Sage Francis - Diamonds And Pearls
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Sage Francis - Different
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Sage Francis - Dirty Mac
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Sage Francis - Disasters
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Sage Francis - Doomage Damage
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Sage Francis - Escape Artist
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Sage Francis - Eviction Notice
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Sage Francis - Eye Of The Tiger
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Sage Francis - Flashback 96
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Sage Francis - Follow Me Snippet Verse
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Sage Francis - Garden Gnomes
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Sage Francis - Going Back To Rehab
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Sage Francis - Good Fashion
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Sage Francis - Got Up This Morning
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Sage Francis - Ground Control
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Sage Francis - Gunz Yo
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Sage Francis - Haunted House Party
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Sage Francis - Hell Of A Year
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Sage Francis - Hey Bobby
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Sage Francis - High Step
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Sage Francis - Hoofprints In The Sand
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Sage Francis - Hopeless
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Sage Francis - House Of Bees
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Sage Francis - I Apologize Featuring Sole
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Sage Francis - I Keep Calling
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Sage Francis - I Was Zero
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Sage Francis - I'm Afraid Featuring Sole
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Sage Francis - Inherited Scars
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Sage Francis - Inner Conflict
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Sage Francis - Jah Didn't Kill Johnny
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Sage Francis - Jesus In A Bowl Of Germs
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Sage Francis - Keep Moving
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Sage Francis - Killing Time Live On 90.3
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Sage Francis - Lie Detector Test
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Sage Francis - Life Is What Distracts You From Death
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Sage Francis - Little Houdini
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Sage Francis - London Bridge
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Sage Francis - Love The Lie
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Sage Francis - Mainstream 307 Non Prophets
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Sage Francis - Majority Rule
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Sage Francis - Makeshift Patroit
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Sage Francis - Mermaids Are Sea Sluts (spoken word piece performed on 90.3 WRIU)
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Sage Francis - Message Sent
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Sage Francis - Midgets And Giants
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Sage Francis - Mullet (Spoken Word Recorded Live At The Met Café, 1998)
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Sage Francis - Mutiny
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Sage Francis - My Name Is Strange
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Sage Francis - Narcissist (live On 90.3 Wriu)
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Sage Francis - Needle
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Sage Francis - Next Testament
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Sage Francis - Oliver Twisted
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Sage Francis - Orphanage Freestyle Part Ii Featuring Aesop Rock Slug And Eyedea
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Sage Francis - Pen To The Gun Fight
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Sage Francis - Personal Journalist
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Sage Francis - Pitchers Of Silence
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Sage Francis - Polterzeitgeist
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Sage Francis - Product Placement
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Sage Francis - Rewrite
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Sage Francis - Runaways
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Sage Francis - Sea Lion
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Sage Francis - Slow Down Gandhi
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Sage Francis - Smoke And Mirrors
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Sage Francis - Souvenier (Unreleased)
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Sage Francis - Specialist
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Sage Francis - Strange Famous (spoken word rhyme on 90.3 WRIU)
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Sage Francis - Stuck Featuring Slug
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Sage Francis - Sun Vs Moon
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Sage Francis - The Baby Stays
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Sage Francis - The Best Of Times
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Sage Francis - The Buzz Kill
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Sage Francis - The Emperor's New Clothing
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Sage Francis - The Masters Are Back Nonprophets
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Sage Francis - The Strange Famous Mullet Remover
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Sage Francis - The Time Of My Life
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Sage Francis - The Weak Link
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Sage Francis - The Write A 1995/1996 Class Project
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Sage Francis - Three Sheets To The Wind
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Sage Francis - Threewrite (Non-Prophets)
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Sage Francis - Tree Of Knowledge
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Sage Francis - Trite
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Sage Francis - Underground For Dummies
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Sage Francis - Vital Signs
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Sage Francis - Waterline
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Sage Francis - Whore Monger
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Sage Francis - Worry Not
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Sage Francis - You Cant Give Up On Love
The Best Of Times
Sage Francis
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 sex.
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 in 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.
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 the end 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't 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 everything collapses…
trust me, kid…it's not the end of the world."