La Dispute - Harder Harmonies lyrics
[La Dispute - Harder Harmonies lyrics]
Like a shadow on a shadow
A phantom in a film strip
Faint glimmer of the past trapped
In mother’s old slides
Sit's 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 hit's
"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 fit's
A phantom in a film strip
Faint glimmer of the past trapped
In mother’s old slides
Sit's 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 hit's
"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 fit's