No Harmony Lyrics
| Song | No Harmony |
| Artist | Tim Kasher |
| Album | Bigamy: More Songs from the Monogamy Sessions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The night's coming alive outside | |
| And there's me and my guitar and Kentucky rye, uh huh | |
| Maybe I should join the escapade | |
| Instead of staring down at this blank white page, uh huh | |
| I could take a stool at the palace bar | |
| Flirt a little while with the bartender, uh huh | |
| I swear to god, she knows my name | |
| She refuses to use it | |
| To her, we're all the same, uh huh | |
| I could buy a drink for a pretty girl | |
| Those young ones are always off shooting pool, uh huh | |
| Oh, listen to me, Mr. Peter Pan | |
| Them girls live in Never Never Land | |
| I'm better off with a girl my age | |
| A spinster or a divorcée, uh huh | |
| Well here I am, a divorcé too | |
| With a potbelly and a jagged tooth, uh huh | |
| I patrol the bars with my gut sucked in | |
| Trying to find my next victim, uh huh | |
| It's the ugliest men think they can always do better | |
| They've been hypnotized by the magazine covers, uh huh | |
| I could saddle up with the town floozy | |
| And maybe she'd be thinking the same about me, uh huh | |
| We can march down Central Avenue | |
| A telltale parade for self-inflated youth, uh huh | |
| In bed we can share emotional scars | |
| Your dead-eyed dad, my AWOL mom | |
| It doesn't matter if you're quick or not | |
| It's a competition of who gets who off, uh huh | |
| The night's coming alive outside | |
| As I scribble down these senseless rhymes, uh huh | |
| My life is full of melody, but rarely ever harmony, uh huh | |
| So here I am, a desperate man | |
| At 2 a.m. with this tune in my head, uh huh | |
| I don't need another foolish fling | |
| As long as I got a song, uh huh |
| The night' s coming alive outside | |
| And there' s me and my guitar and Kentucky rye, uh huh | |
| Maybe I should join the escapade | |
| Instead of staring down at this blank white page, uh huh | |
| I could take a stool at the palace bar | |
| Flirt a little while with the bartender, uh huh | |
| I swear to god, she knows my name | |
| She refuses to use it | |
| To her, we' re all the same, uh huh | |
| I could buy a drink for a pretty girl | |
| Those young ones are always off shooting pool, uh huh | |
| Oh, listen to me, Mr. Peter Pan | |
| Them girls live in Never Never Land | |
| I' m better off with a girl my age | |
| A spinster or a divorce e, uh huh | |
| Well here I am, a divorce too | |
| With a potbelly and a jagged tooth, uh huh | |
| I patrol the bars with my gut sucked in | |
| Trying to find my next victim, uh huh | |
| It' s the ugliest men think they can always do better | |
| They' ve been hypnotized by the magazine covers, uh huh | |
| I could saddle up with the town floozy | |
| And maybe she' d be thinking the same about me, uh huh | |
| We can march down Central Avenue | |
| A telltale parade for selfinflated youth, uh huh | |
| In bed we can share emotional scars | |
| Your deadeyed dad, my AWOL mom | |
| It doesn' t matter if you' re quick or not | |
| It' s a competition of who gets who off, uh huh | |
| The night' s coming alive outside | |
| As I scribble down these senseless rhymes, uh huh | |
| My life is full of melody, but rarely ever harmony, uh huh | |
| So here I am, a desperate man | |
| At 2 a. m. with this tune in my head, uh huh | |
| I don' t need another foolish fling | |
| As long as I got a song, uh huh |
| The night' s coming alive outside | |
| And there' s me and my guitar and Kentucky rye, uh huh | |
| Maybe I should join the escapade | |
| Instead of staring down at this blank white page, uh huh | |
| I could take a stool at the palace bar | |
| Flirt a little while with the bartender, uh huh | |
| I swear to god, she knows my name | |
| She refuses to use it | |
| To her, we' re all the same, uh huh | |
| I could buy a drink for a pretty girl | |
| Those young ones are always off shooting pool, uh huh | |
| Oh, listen to me, Mr. Peter Pan | |
| Them girls live in Never Never Land | |
| I' m better off with a girl my age | |
| A spinster or a divorcé e, uh huh | |
| Well here I am, a divorcé too | |
| With a potbelly and a jagged tooth, uh huh | |
| I patrol the bars with my gut sucked in | |
| Trying to find my next victim, uh huh | |
| It' s the ugliest men think they can always do better | |
| They' ve been hypnotized by the magazine covers, uh huh | |
| I could saddle up with the town floozy | |
| And maybe she' d be thinking the same about me, uh huh | |
| We can march down Central Avenue | |
| A telltale parade for selfinflated youth, uh huh | |
| In bed we can share emotional scars | |
| Your deadeyed dad, my AWOL mom | |
| It doesn' t matter if you' re quick or not | |
| It' s a competition of who gets who off, uh huh | |
| The night' s coming alive outside | |
| As I scribble down these senseless rhymes, uh huh | |
| My life is full of melody, but rarely ever harmony, uh huh | |
| So here I am, a desperate man | |
| At 2 a. m. with this tune in my head, uh huh | |
| I don' t need another foolish fling | |
| As long as I got a song, uh huh |
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