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Harder Harmonies
(专辑: Wildlife - 2011)
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.
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