所属专辑:Wildlife
歌手: La Dispute
时长: 03:35
Harder Harmonies - La Dispute[00:00:00]
Like a shadow on a shadow[00:00:03]
A phantom in a film strip[00:00:05]
Faint glimmer of the past[00:00:07]
Trapped in mother's old slides[00:00:09]
Sits still in the apartment[00:00:10]
While sifting through some pictures[00:00:13]
Of the child that he once was[00:00:14]
And the sense of hope they framed[00:00:16]
It's a shame[00:00:18]
And I fear that fate while the humming[00:00:20]
From the street keeps me awake[00:00:22]
He says I let life get twisted[00:00:24]
Get worn out torn up and late with the rent[00:00:27]
And now nothing makes sense[00:00:31]
Except the bench and that piano[00:00:33]
A feeling nearing order[00:00:35]
When I'm pressing down the chords[00:00:37]
And he plays[00:00:39]
And it swells and breaks[00:00:40]
But what'll it take to make my life sound like that[00:00:41]
And brings a fever a dream of sweat and ecstasy[00:00:45]
A kiss on every hammer hit[00:00:47]
That follows as the keys fall down[00:00:50]
And bring an order first then chaos then a calm[00:00:52]
That paints every shift in murals on the wall[00:00:55]
And it presses to your neck[00:00:59]
It clutches to your hips[00:01:01]
Softly sings to you of fireworks[00:01:03]
And God and art and sex and it's strange[00:01:05]
That it feels so right when nothing else does[00:01:10]
But all the while he's playing there's a humming[00:01:23]
Coming up and through the window from outside[00:01:26]
And even he has to admit a certain melody in it[00:01:31]
But then why can't he harmonize [00:01:35]
It's like the city's got it's own song[00:01:39]
But he can't play along[00:01:41]
He sees the notes as they fly by[00:01:43]
But always plays them wrong[00:01:45]
And in the bathroom it gets blurry[00:01:47]
Gets warm and distorted[00:01:49]
Like light pushed the orange of the pillbox[00:01:51]
He poured in his palm[00:01:55]
It falls to the floor he smiles as it hits[00:01:56]
Sounds a little like an instrument[00:02:00]
Like a voice in the choir [00:02:03]
That hum and that drumbeat of life as an art-form[00:02:05]
And fire through the streets that keep moving us[00:02:08]
In silence to phantom baton sweeps[00:02:11]
Keep tapping to the tempo of our feet[00:02:15]
And all the ones who seem to fit the best into[00:02:22]
The chorus never notice there's a song[00:02:25]
And the ones who seem to hear it end up[00:02:27]
Tortured by the chords when they fail to find[00:02:30]
A way to sing along [00:02:33]
And when you sing the wrong thing[00:02:39]
It all starts collapsing[00:02:42]
Starts to ring out and feedback starts lapsing[00:02:45]
And crashing on notes that don't clash[00:02:48]
But that never quite feel like they match[00:02:51]
And I never quite feel like mine match[00:02:55]
There's a melody in everything[00:03:01]
I'm trying to find a harmony[00:03:03]
But nothing seems to work[00:03:05]
Nothing seems to fit[00:03:07]
There's a melody in everything[00:03:09]
I'm trying to find a harmony[00:03:11]
But nothing seems to work[00:03:13]
Nothing seems to fit[00:03:15]
There's a melody in everything[00:03:17]
I'm trying to find a harmony[00:03:19]
But nothing seems to work[00:03:21]
Nothing fits[00:03:23]