La Dispute - Harder Harmonies Lyrics




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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La Dispute Harder Harmonies Comments
  1. Iksha Limbu

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

  2. Mark Hall

    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.

  3. Juli

    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

    Brandon Wilson

    My God Jordan, you are a great lyricist.

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    @Brandon Wilson was*

  4. DeadCats OnFire

    I'm the 100th like.