Steam coming from a manhole, a tall blue stack
Like an apparition, it blurs, the full frontal attack
The gold in your band came from an ancient blast
Need a fortress for protection against a long, slow fading past
I’m building my memory palace
Item placement and long thought chains
Prime numbers, I’m running in sequence
Behind the eyes, mnemonic aides
My memory palace
Blank stare, but I swear, I’m all there, someone’s home
Is that what I look like? Ha-ha, well, I guess that’s so
I laugh but I worry ‘bout, worry about, “Can I make it through?”
Make my time of solitude work so that my recall is true
I’m building my memory palace
Item placement and long thought chains
Fibonacci numbers in sequence
Behind the eyes, mnemonic aids
My memory palace
I’m trying to remember it all
Waking dreams, clean and shaped
Sequences, my fortress against slow fade
Memory palace
Other lyrics by Bruce Hornsby:
Alabama
Got my wildcat in a gunny sack Lit out to howl at the moon Took a barrel of peril, the son of Cochise A piccolo and my bassoon I can’t play ’em, but my …
Ecstatic
You fouled, you did it, raise your hand, admit it That’s right, you fouled, you did it, raise your hand, admit it That’s right, you walked, you traveled, and …
Entropy Here (Rust In Peace)
The bibulous lush is in his cups Mr. Concupiscence is tumescent to the touch He said, “You’re not funny like your dad And maybe you could use a good scouring …
Indigo Park
Indigo, roses in spring The air was heavy as the thunder did sing I take a plunge in the old-time dark Pulled her on in and put her in park There’s a heightened …
Memory Palace
Steam coming from a manhole, a tall blue stack Like an apparition, it blurs, the full frontal attack The gold in your band came from an ancient blast Need a fortress for …