No One Lit The Match
NO ONE LIT THE MATCH Janice Johnson — Candy Colored Coffins [Verse 1 — immediate entrance, dirty bass, detuned guitar, dry restrained vocal] The sun came up without permission Found me in a bad position Ceiling fan’s conducting treason Can’t explain it, got no reason Nothing happened, nobody called Didn’t dream of nothing at all Still I woke up wanting answers From a world that doesn’t have them [Pre-Chorus — snare builds, guitar feedback rises] Don’t ask me what’s the matter Don’t tell me to relax I haven’t got a reason And I don’t want one back [Chorus — explosive distorted guitars, huge melodic hook, sustained raw female belt] NO ONE LIT THE MATCH! BUT I’M BURNING ANYWAY! Nothing in the ashes Nothing I can blame NO ONE LIT THE MATCH! STILL I’M GOING UP IN FLAMES! What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with me? [Post-Chorus — jagged stop-start riff, shouted vocal] No one! No one! Nothing! Everything! What the hell is wrong with me? [Verse 2 — sudden quiet, bass-heavy, conversational] I hate the way the curtains hang Hate the phone before it rings Hate that everybody’s breathing Like they’ve got a better reason Tried to find a little patience Checked beneath the aggravation Found a note that said “Be grateful” God, I hate inspirational [Pre-Chorus — guitars grow increasingly unstable] Don’t hand me silver linings Don’t tell me it’s a phase If I could name the feeling I’d have named it yesterday [Chorus — full band, harder vocal, doubled harmonies] NO ONE LIT THE MATCH! BUT I’M BURNING ANYWAY! Nothing in the ashes Nothing I can blame NO ONE LIT THE MATCH! STILL I’M GOING UP IN FLAMES! What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with me? [Bridge — instruments drop to a single detuned guitar, vulnerable vocal] Maybe anger’s just a language For a thing I cannot say Maybe something deep inside me Has been screaming for a day Maybe I am not the problem Maybe I am, who can tell? All I know is I woke breathing And somehow that rang a bell [Two beats of dead silence] [Final Chorus — sudden explosive return, anguished lead vocal, massive guitars] NO ONE LIT THE MATCH! BUT I’M BURNING ANYWAY! Nothing in the ashes Nothing I can blame NO ONE LIT THE MATCH! STILL I’M GOING UP IN FLAMES! What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with me? [Hard stop — no outro]
