Striking Matches

Striking Matches

 Portland, Oregon, USA
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Post-punk-power-pop-prog-rock from Portland, OR

Biography

In the wake of personal tragedy, lead vocalist/guitarist Dustin Stallings began writing and recording songs as an attempt to capture the emotional trials people go through when presented with unexpected calamity. As the songs progressed, their direction changed toward the idea of not allowing the power of such events to destroy you, but to use them to fuel the fire to rise above them. In eight months, Striking Matches completed "From the Wreckage," a full-length album released on the night of the band's first performance. The music is compositional yet simple, smart yet attainable. Joel Gustafson (bass) and Lance Lacey (drums) provide a solid foundation that is as rock-driven as it is dance-oriented. Kyle Ritter (guitar) and Noah Stroup (keyboard/vocals) fill out the line-up, providing the kind of additional layers of harmony and melody that make listeners want to hear the songs again and again.

Post-punk, power-pop, prog-rock, all or none of the above? Listen and decide their genre for yourself, make your own comparisons to what this music sounds like, what bands may have influenced it, and what sets it apart from other bands.

Lyrics

Oh Vienna

Written By: Dustin Stallings

My sights are fixed on her,
I got a feeling I would mix with her,
yeah I could commit to her, right here, right now.
She’s got a way with words.
It helps that I’m a damn good listener,
oh if she’d just say the word,

cuz when she speaks I can see her breathing fire,
I can feel the heat, she says
no more, no less than the rhythm of the moment requires,
a siren song that’s calling me to port,
I’ll fix my anchor to the bottom of the sea,
I’ll stay a while, I’ll stay, yeah I’ll stay.

She’s got a grip on me,
I know damn well that she would fit with me,
oh yeah tell me you agree,
speak up, speak out.
I can’t just let it be,
I can’t quit until she’s lying next to me,
oh Vienna won’t you speak to me?

cuz when you speak I can see you breathing fire,
I can feel the heat, you say
no more no less than the rhythm of the moment requires,
a siren song that’s calling me to port,
I’ll fix my anchor to the bottom of the sea,
I’ll stay a while, I’ll stay, yeah I’ll stay.

Oh Vienna won’t you speak,
oh Vienna won’t you speak to me,
oh tell me…

The Lack Thereof

Written By: Dustin Stallings

It’s all part of the growing process
Successes are the lesser of your wins and losses
You try to make it better taking drugs in excess
To distract your senses, clean your mess up
Learn your lesson son.

Focus your pupils, start making progress
Just build a house, don’t construct a fortress
Pour a foundation, but mix with caution:
One part water, two parts the things
You should never forget, no.

When you want it,
But you can’t have it,
You gotta use it.
Use the lack thereof to your advantage.
Crawl up out the hole,
Tear off a bandage,
Summit Everest,
Swim across the Atlantic.

(That shit will bury you if you let it)

“It’s not you, it’s me,
Can we just go back to the way things used to be?”
Oh yeah, sure thing, no problem, it’ll be easy.

When you want it,
But you can’t have it,
You gotta use it.
Use the lack thereof to your advantage.
Crawl up out the hole,
Tear off a bandage,
Summit Everest,
Swim across the Atlantic.

Yeah, swim across the Atlantic

Cuz that shit will bury you if you let it,
Oh rise up from the wreckage,
If you want it, go out and get it.

Mind the Gap

Written By: Dustin Stallings

It’s always hard to take the blow when it reveals what you don’t want to see.
It takes a lot more strength, than the body’s got when the mind is weak.
But don’t worry babe, you know me well enough to know that I’ll land on my feet.
You go off and do your thing, find the you in you and me.
Take your time but keep in mind that time won’t change the you that I see.

You bought the ticket, stowed your bags, the train is set to leave.
I wish you well and hope to hell that it won’t drag you down when you think of me.
When you get off, yeah when you get off.
When you get off I suggest you erect an umbrella, cuz the forecast is calling for a shit storm,
and mind the gap between the train and platform.

It’s easy to apologize but to say it like you mean it is another thing.
I knew that it was coming, I did nothing, now it’s happening.
But don’t worry babe, speak your mind, say what you’ve got to say.
You go off and do your thing find the “you” in “you and me.”
Take your time but keep in mind that time won’t change the you that I see.

You’re seated now the train is moving out, and I just watch it leave.
I wish you well and hope to hell that it won’t drag you down when you think of me.
When you get off I suggest you erect an umbrella, cuz the forecast is calling for a shit storm,
and mind the gap between the train and platform.

Does the rail car rumble feel as empty as my bed side?
I know the answer’s no, I know you’ve already forgotten what it feels like.
I’ll reiterate my current state, but it’ll fluctuate, cuz I won’t wait
so take it with a shaker full of salt…

that when you get off I’ll be holding an umbrella
cuz shit happens and it happens without warning.
Just sleep on it and call me in the morning.

When you get off if you come back and you forget about the gap,
I’ll be there to catch you if you’re trippin’

Short Fuse

Written By: Dustin Stallings

Every word chosen carefully, roughed out with a pen.
Numbers and right angles sparingly injected within.
I do not punctuate frustration with a line and a dot,
I try to clarify but always seem to add to the blot.

I pull the trigger and I live with it.
You flip a lip when the fan get's hit.

Trip the alarm now, shout it at the mass.
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain now,
just take a guess.
Sound the alarm again, shout it from the mountain
that the storm is coming, the storm is coming.
Who's gonna clean up the mess that's left behind?

It costs you money every time I even think about it.
I'll take my time on your dime, yeah just cut me a check
I'll draw the lines, dial the nines, make sure it's all legit.
I'll keep on pushing on knowing it will get better than this

I pull the trigger and I live with it.
You're trying to push shit that just won't fit.

Escorted into the fire
when surely I should've been tossed.
I should've been there at ground zero
when the bombs were dropped.
I'll take the blame, I'll sign my name,
be the slave if that's what you want.
Just tell me what to do,
you're the boss.

Take the plunge or squeeze the sponge?
You're gonna have to choose.
and I'm sorry it's a short fuse,
but I'll need answer soon.

Love Struck Committee

Written By: Dustin Stallings

A love struck committee voting on the floor:
“we can build a city on the count of one, two, three, four”

A hasty beginning, shovels breaking dirt.
We’ll swing our hammers, yeah we’ll do the work.
You paint the picture and I’ll pull the weight.
I’ll wire the fixtures and you’ll stack the plates.

I’m gonna build a bridge, and cross over to your side.
Let’s come together, we’ll make it happen, it’s our time.
I’m gonna make your street lights light up the night sky.
Let’s make it happen, we’ll come together tonight.

Discography

From the Wreckage - January 2011

Set List

Push
Listen to the Snake
Short Fuse
In a Flash
Agree to Disagree
Oh Vienna
Love Struck Committee
Along for the Ride
Shoot from the Gut
Mind the Gap
The Lack Thereof
When the Dust Settles