They are narcotic; they allow one to forget — to imagine and forget.
You forget to eat, you forget to sleep, you feel invincible.
The ubiquitous, unending light seems to burn away any limitations – you forget to eat, you forget to sleep.
It reminded me of my early touring days, when you would forget to eat, forget to sleep, spend all your money on alcohol and then do a gig".
"Did I forget, forget to mention Memphis?/ Home of Elvis and the Grizzlies" Okay, that's not exactly how that Talking Heads song goes, but this blog really hasn't mentioned the Memphis Grizzlies as much as it should.
Always one for treating lyrics as servant to a song's melody and structure, Byrne clearly enjoys himself inserting some goofily witty wordplay ("Did I forget to mention, forget to mention Memphis, home of Elvis and the ancient Greeks?").
If he was asleep, I would sleep, too, and probably forget to try, or forget that it mattered, or what I meant by try.
My friends and family tell me to write notes and to-do lists, but I would forget to write notes, or forget to bring the list with me.
