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
"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 its 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
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:03.188]Like a shadow on a shadow, a phantom in a film strip
[00:07.116]Faint glimmer of the past trapped in mother's old slides
[00:10.879]Sits still in the apartment while sifting through some pictures
[00:18.285]"It's a shame"
[00:19.671]And I fear that fate while the humming from the street keeps me awake
[00:24.403]He says, "I let life get twisted
[00:27.441]Get worn out, torn up, and late with the rent
[00:31.036]And now nothing makes sense except the bench and that piano
[00:35.185]A feeling nearing order when I'm pressing down the chords"
[00:38.788]And he plays
[00:40.203]And it swells and breaks, but what'll it take to make my life sound like that?
[00:44.935]And brings a fever, a dream of sweat and ecstasy
[00:48.139]A kiss on every hammer hit that follows as the keys fall down
[00:52.614]And bring an order first, then chaos, then a calm, that
[00:55.805]Paints every shift in murals on the wall
[00:59.401]And it presses to your neck
[01:01.654]It clutches to your hips
[01:03.273]Softly sings to you of fireworks and God and art and sex and it's strange
[01:09.428]That it feels so right when nothing else does
[01:23.175]But all the while he's playing
[01:24.994]There's a humming coming up and through the window from outside
[01:30.795]And even he has to admit a certain melody in it
[01:34.933]But then why can't he harmonize?
[01:38.733]It's like the city's got its own song but he can't play along
[01:42.843]He sees the notes as they fly by but always plays them wrong
[01:46.842]And in the bathroom it gets blurry; gets warm and distorted
[01:51.165]Like light pushed the orange of the pillbox he poured in his palm
[01:56.363]It falls to the floor, he smiles as it hits
[01:59.692]"Sounds a little like an instrument"
[02:02.750]Like a voice in the choir
[02:05.123]That hum and that drumbeat of life as an art-form
[02:09.004]And fire through the streets that keep moving us in silence
[02:12.835]To phantom baton sweeps
[02:14.781]Keep tapping to the tempo of our feet
[02:21.928]And all the ones who seem to fit the best into the chorus
[02:25.705]Never notice there's a song
[02:27.566]And the ones who seem to hear it end up tortured by the chords
[02:31.476]When they fail to find a way to sing along
[02:38.751]And when you sing the wrong thing it all starts collapsing
[02:44.712]Starts to ring out and feedback
[02:46.979]Starts lapsing and crashing, on notes that don't clash
[02:50.904]But that never quite feel like they match
[02:54.788]And I never quite feel like mine match
[03:00.759]There's a melody in everything
[03:03.226]I'm trying to find a harmony but
[03:05.407]Nothing seems to work
[03:07.422]Nothing seems to fit
[03:08.715]There's a melody in everything
[03:11.172]I'm trying to find a harmony but
[03:13.384]Nothing seems to work
[03:15.412]Nothing seems to fit
[03:16.745]There's a melody in everything
[03:19.192]I'm trying to find a harmony but
[03:21.331]Nothing seems to work
[03:23.408]Nothing fits
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
"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 its 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
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:03.188]Like a shadow on a shadow, a phantom in a film strip
[00:07.116]Faint glimmer of the past trapped in mother's old slides
[00:10.879]Sits still in the apartment while sifting through some pictures
[00:18.285]"It's a shame"
[00:19.671]And I fear that fate while the humming from the street keeps me awake
[00:24.403]He says, "I let life get twisted
[00:27.441]Get worn out, torn up, and late with the rent
[00:31.036]And now nothing makes sense except the bench and that piano
[00:35.185]A feeling nearing order when I'm pressing down the chords"
[00:38.788]And he plays
[00:40.203]And it swells and breaks, but what'll it take to make my life sound like that?
[00:44.935]And brings a fever, a dream of sweat and ecstasy
[00:48.139]A kiss on every hammer hit that follows as the keys fall down
[00:52.614]And bring an order first, then chaos, then a calm, that
[00:55.805]Paints every shift in murals on the wall
[00:59.401]And it presses to your neck
[01:01.654]It clutches to your hips
[01:03.273]Softly sings to you of fireworks and God and art and sex and it's strange
[01:09.428]That it feels so right when nothing else does
[01:23.175]But all the while he's playing
[01:24.994]There's a humming coming up and through the window from outside
[01:30.795]And even he has to admit a certain melody in it
[01:34.933]But then why can't he harmonize?
[01:38.733]It's like the city's got its own song but he can't play along
[01:42.843]He sees the notes as they fly by but always plays them wrong
[01:46.842]And in the bathroom it gets blurry; gets warm and distorted
[01:51.165]Like light pushed the orange of the pillbox he poured in his palm
[01:56.363]It falls to the floor, he smiles as it hits
[01:59.692]"Sounds a little like an instrument"
[02:02.750]Like a voice in the choir
[02:05.123]That hum and that drumbeat of life as an art-form
[02:09.004]And fire through the streets that keep moving us in silence
[02:12.835]To phantom baton sweeps
[02:14.781]Keep tapping to the tempo of our feet
[02:21.928]And all the ones who seem to fit the best into the chorus
[02:25.705]Never notice there's a song
[02:27.566]And the ones who seem to hear it end up tortured by the chords
[02:31.476]When they fail to find a way to sing along
[02:38.751]And when you sing the wrong thing it all starts collapsing
[02:44.712]Starts to ring out and feedback
[02:46.979]Starts lapsing and crashing, on notes that don't clash
[02:50.904]But that never quite feel like they match
[02:54.788]And I never quite feel like mine match
[03:00.759]There's a melody in everything
[03:03.226]I'm trying to find a harmony but
[03:05.407]Nothing seems to work
[03:07.422]Nothing seems to fit
[03:08.715]There's a melody in everything
[03:11.172]I'm trying to find a harmony but
[03:13.384]Nothing seems to work
[03:15.412]Nothing seems to fit
[03:16.745]There's a melody in everything
[03:19.192]I'm trying to find a harmony but
[03:21.331]Nothing seems to work
[03:23.408]Nothing fits
Like any morning of my
Junior year
I stumble in the classroom
Late but this day I see
Faces I feel
An air like a funeral
Like a wake
As I sit down
Som...
(Crows, wipe the blood off the end of your claws. Said the vulture Lets gather like storms for the war. Crows, as the night turns it's skin into coal,...
Out where the stones lay like bones by the ocean
Out where the waves crash contempt on the land
Someone was trembling for fear of the tempest
Somebody...
An outcry
To lost dreams and sense of wonder
To the streets that raised him
Say, "Goodbye" and "Be gone" and "Be great"
To the friends who left when t...
I looked her in the eye and smiled, "My girl, you must understand that fear is not some product that I made. It crept unwelcome in my head the day the...
I felt your sickness
brush against my arm as
I walked by you —
Heard your voice but
couldn't tell that it was you.
And, slowly, watched your sickness ...
Another shooting on the southeast side
This a drive-by, mid-day
Or near there, not far from the park
About a block from where the other shooting was l...
After sundown, before sleeping,
I am the worst of me.
I am a mess of these
Stage scenes.
It's fear fiction, these visions, caught somewhere between de...
"Up, M'Lady--Pack your things, this place is not your home. Nor was it ever, sever every tie, tonight we ride. Tonight we ride." "And how we've trembl...