La Dispute - Harder Harmonies Lyrics
Like a shadow on a shadow, a phantom in a filmstrip,
Faint glimmerOf the past trapped in mother's old slides.
Sits still in theApartment while sifting through some pictures
Of the child that heOnce 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, andLate with the rent.
And now nothing makes sense except the bench andThat piano. A feeling nearing
Order when I'm pressing down theChords."
And he plays, And it swells and breaks, but what'll it take to make my life sound likeThat.
And brings a fever, a dream of sweat and ecstasy. AKiss on every hammer hit that follows as
The keys fall down and bringAn order first, then chaos, then a calm, that paints every shiftIn
Murals on the wall. And it presses to your neck, it clutches toYour hips, softly sings to you of fireworks and God and art and sex andIt's strange—
That it feels so right when nothing else does.But all the while he's playing there's a humming
Coming up andThrough the window from outside.
And even he has to admit a certainMelody in it,
But then why can't he harmonize?
It's like theCity's got it's own song but he can't play along.
He sees the notesAs they fly by but always plays them wrong.
And in the bathroom itGets blurry gets warm and distorted;
Like light pushed the orange ofThe pillbox he poured in his palm.
It falls to the floor, he smilesAs it hits,
"Sounds a little like an instrument."Like a voice in the choir, that hum and that drumbeat of life as anArt-form and
Fire through the streets that keep moving us in silenceTo phantom baton sweeps,
Keep tapping to the tempo of our feet.
And all the ones who seem to fit the best into the chorusNever notice there's a song
And the ones who seem to hear it end upTortured 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, onNotes that don't clash but that
Never quite feel like they match.
And I never quite feel like mine match.
There'sA melody in everything,
I'm trying to find a harmonyBut
Nothing seems to work, nothing seems to fit.
There's a melody in everything,
I'm trying to find aHarmony but
Nothing seems to work, nothing seems to fit.
There's a melody in everything,
I'm trying to find aHarmony but
Nothing seems to work,
Nothing fits.
