Place Under the Sun

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Bruce Hornsby

Bruce Randall Hornsby (born November 23, 1954) is an American singer, pianist, accordion player, and songwriter. Known for the spontaneity and creativity of his live performances, Hornsby draws frequently from classical, jazz, bluegrass, folk, Motown, rock, blues, and jam band musical traditions with his songwriting and the seamless improvisations contained within. more »

Year:

2002

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I've been bouncing around
Trying hot coals, jogging, shiatsu, cooking, golf great books
Crochet, croquet, fitness clubs and the stylish looks
Tried shiatsu, psychic hotline, Rollerblades, stamp collecting, comic books
Never did jack for me

In the swirling howling wind
I've been stumbling around with a frown
Like a bumbling clown
Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone
Oh, shot with a stun gun try and try again
I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday
Oh, where I'm at
Till I find my space
Till I find my place under the sun

Finding my place, my place, my place under the sun

I've been pushing my fingers into gloves,
Getting into doves
With guidance from up above
Don't tell anybody but I might just have a little bout with love
Test driving a new accent, cars,
Posing as a confident gent (confident gent)
Tried indifference
Never did a thing for me

In the swirling howling wind
I've been stumbling around with a frown
Like a bumbling clown
Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone
Oh, shot with a stun gun blowing 'round again
I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday
Oh, where I'm at
Till I find my space
Till I find my place under the sun

Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun.
Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun

Iambic pentameter (pentameter)
Sonics.
Nihilism, cynicism, catechism, jingoism, jism
Hypnotism, mesmerism, poetic symbolism
Efrem Zimbalism

In the swirling howling wind
I've been stumbling around with a frown
Like a bumbling clown
Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone
Oh, shot with a stun gun - blowing 'round again
I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday
Oh, where I'm at
Till I find my space
Till I find my place
Find my place under the sun

Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun
Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun

In the swirling howling winds
The swirling howling winds
To find my place in the sun

Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' lookin', lookin' 
To find my place in the sun
Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin'

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