La Dispute - Harder Harmonies Lyrics

the transition from a departure and harder harmonies, which is probably my favourite song from wildlife, always get me gassed up

As a musician whose entire life is a mess and lives under an eternal cloud of misery this song hits me hard. I met Jordan once and told him how much his words mean to me, I think I kinda creeped out, but his words have really seen me through some really dark times over the years.

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

My God Jordan, you are a great lyricist.

@Brandon Wilson was*

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