Harder Harmonies Lyrics

Song	Harder Harmonies
Artist	La Dispute
Album	Wildlife
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	Like a shadow on a shadow, a phantom in a filmstrip,
	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.

	Like a shadow on a shadow, a phantom in a filmstrip,
	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
	Artform 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.

	Like a shadow on a shadow, a phantom in a filmstrip,
	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
	Artform 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.

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