《Harder Harmonies》歌词

[00:00:00] Harder Harmonies - La Dispute

[00:00:03] Like a shadow on a shadow

[00:00:05] A phantom in a film strip

[00:00:07] Faint glimmer of the past

[00:00:09] Trapped in mother's old slides

[00:00:10] Sits still in the apartment

[00:00:13] While sifting through some pictures

[00:00:14] Of the child that he once was

[00:00:16] And the sense of hope they framed

[00:00:18] It's a shame

[00:00:20] And I fear that fate while the humming

[00:00:22] From the street keeps me awake

[00:00:24] He says I let life get twisted

[00:00:27] Get worn out torn up and late with the rent

[00:00:31] And now nothing makes sense

[00:00:33] Except the bench and that piano

[00:00:35] A feeling nearing order

[00:00:37] When I'm pressing down the chords

[00:00:39] And he plays

[00:00:40] And it swells and breaks

[00:00:41] But what'll it take to make my life sound like that

[00:00:45] And brings a fever a dream of sweat and ecstasy

[00:00:47] A kiss on every hammer hit

[00:00:50] That follows as the keys fall down

[00:00:52] And bring an order first then chaos then a calm

[00:00:55] That paints every shift in murals on the wall

[00:00:59] And it presses to your neck

[00:01:01] It clutches to your hips

[00:01:03] Softly sings to you of fireworks

[00:01:05] And God and art and sex and it's strange

[00:01:10] That it feels so right when nothing else does

[00:01:23] But all the while he's playing there's a humming

[00:01:26] Coming up and through the window from outside

[00:01:31] And even he has to admit a certain melody in it

[00:01:35] But then why can't he harmonize

[00:01:39] It's like the city's got it's own song

[00:01:41] But he can't play along

[00:01:43] He sees the notes as they fly by

[00:01:45] But always plays them wrong

[00:01:47] And in the bathroom it gets blurry

[00:01:49] Gets warm and distorted

[00:01:51] Like light pushed the orange of the pillbox

[00:01:55] He poured in his palm

[00:01:56] It falls to the floor he smiles as it hits

[00:02:00] Sounds a little like an instrument

[00:02:03] Like a voice in the choir

[00:02:05] That hum and that drumbeat of life as an art-form

[00:02:08] And fire through the streets that keep moving us

[00:02:11] In silence to phantom baton sweeps

[00:02:15] Keep tapping to the tempo of our feet

[00:02:22] And all the ones who seem to fit the best into

[00:02:25] The chorus never notice there's a song

[00:02:27] And the ones who seem to hear it end up

[00:02:30] Tortured by the chords when they fail to find

[00:02:33] A way to sing along

[00:02:39] And when you sing the wrong thing

[00:02:42] It all starts collapsing

[00:02:45] Starts to ring out and feedback starts lapsing

[00:02:48] And crashing on notes that don't clash

[00:02:51] But that never quite feel like they match

[00:02:55] And I never quite feel like mine match

[00:03:01] There's a melody in everything

[00:03:03] I'm trying to find a harmony

[00:03:05] But nothing seems to work

[00:03:07] Nothing seems to fit

[00:03:09] There's a melody in everything

[00:03:11] I'm trying to find a harmony

[00:03:13] But nothing seems to work

[00:03:15] Nothing seems to fit

[00:03:17] There's a melody in everything

[00:03:19] I'm trying to find a harmony

[00:03:21] But nothing seems to work

[00:03:23] Nothing fits