Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Harder Harmonies, artist - La Dispute. Album song Wildlife, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 03.10.2011
Record label: No Sleep
Song language: English
Harder Harmonies |
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 |