Harder Harmonies-La Dispute

歌手 : La Dispute

专辑 : Wildlife

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:35

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Harder Harmonies - La Dispute

Like a shadow on a shadow

A phantom in a film strip

Faint glimmer of the past

Trapped in mother's old slides

Sits still in the apartment

While sifting through some pictures

Of the child that he once was

And the sense of hope they framed

It's a shame

And I fear that fate while the humming

From the street keeps me awake

He says I let life get twisted

Get worn out torn up and late with the rent

And now nothing makes sense

Except the bench and that piano

A feeling nearing order

When I'm pressing down the chords

And he plays

And it swells and breaks

But what'll it take to make my life sound like that

And brings a fever a dream of sweat and ecstasy

A kiss on every hammer hit

That follows as the keys fall down

And bring an order first then chaos then a calm

That paints every shift in murals on the wall

And it presses to your neck

It clutches to your hips

Softly sings to you of fireworks

And God and art and sex and it's strange

That it feels so right when nothing else does

But all the while he's playing there's a humming

Coming up and through the window from outside

And even he has to admit a certain melody in it

But then why can't he harmonize

It's like the city's got it's own song

But he can't play along

He sees the notes as they fly by

But always plays them wrong

And in the bathroom it gets blurry

Gets warm and distorted

Like light pushed the orange of the pillbox

He poured in his palm

It falls to the floor he smiles as it hits

Sounds a little like an instrument

Like a voice in the choir

That hum and that drumbeat of life as an art-form

And fire through the streets that keep moving us

In silence to phantom baton sweeps

Keep tapping to the tempo of our feet

And all the ones who seem to fit the best into

The chorus never notice there's a song

And the ones who seem to hear it end up

Tortured by the chords when they fail to find

A way to sing along

And when you sing the wrong thing

It all starts collapsing

Starts to ring out and feedback starts lapsing

And crashing on notes that don't clash

But that never quite feel like they match

And I never quite feel like mine match

There's a melody in everything

I'm trying to find a harmony

But nothing seems to work

Nothing seems to fit

There's a melody in everything

I'm trying to find a harmony

But nothing seems to work

Nothing seems to fit

There's a melody in everything

I'm trying to find a harmony

But nothing seems to work

Nothing fits