The Matches

The Matches

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Young Oakland, CA rock band… real songs, real melodies, stage bedlam, guitar-hero licks, and clever lyrics that don’t waste your time. www.thematches.com

Biography

The Matches (formerly The Locals) signed with Epitaph, Dec 2003.

High school friends form band in late 90's, then in 2000 quickly gain large, noisy, passionate all-ages scene following in N. California by producing their own twice monthly show series (L3: Live, Loud and Local at iMusicast, Oakland), now sells out regularly whenever Matches headline (500+) with no advertising or PR.

Known for no-restraint/unpredictable live show that is a blur of constant motion. Also, known for their frequent Commotion Promotion - brief, unannounced, un-amplified acoustic attack shows outside venues, high schools, colleges and stores.

Produced own CD (E. Von Dahl Killed the Locals), released Feb 2003, sold at shows, 4,500+ sold by end of 2003. CD (remixed, re-mastered, two additional songs) to be released April 2004 (Epitaph). Kung Fu to release live DVD (spring 2004).

Summer 2003, as a still-unsigned band, invited on 6-week US/Canada with headliner Reel Big Fish, invited by Zebrahead on US and Japan tour Oct-Nov 2003, invited by Reel Big Fish/Goldfinger on Europe/UK tour Feb-Mar 2004. Included in Christmas comp (Santa Cause - Immortal; Nov 2003) that includes Blink 182, MXPX, Something Corporate, etc.

Constantly on the road since CD released.

Lyrics

Chain Me Free

Written By: Shawn Harris, Mike Harwood, The Matches

Chain me free
Lose the key, right now

She was from my home town, I'd never met her
Ditched her boyfriends,
'cause I was better
She showed me pictures in her car…
Pictures of the Beach Boys and Kelly Slater
Bounced from the party 'cause the girls all hate herShe said she wants to see the stars
She's had some fast timesFirst times always last timesOut in the foxglove, I’m in…

Chain me free
or let if fall
We can be all, we can be all, I said
What's in your head?
Lose the key
or please don’t call
We can be all, we can be all, I said
She kissed me dead.

She calls me during Loveline
and gets the machine
She wants to see me
but not to be seen
As if she's got some mystery
Missed her for a few weeks
before I called her
Still didn't get it,
so this is how I stalled her:
Even though you’re seventeen,
I've got to tell you,
you’re too old for me
She's had some fast times
First times always last times
Out in the foxglove, was that?...

You're all drugged out and delirious
Don’t close your eyes - are you hearing this?
I’m about to say something
that I swore I'd never say
I gotta' get it out before I get away
I gotta' get away before I get it out
I gotta' get away before I get it out
I gotta' get away before I get it out, yeah

Chain me free
Lose the key-

Audio Blood

Written By: Shawn Harris, Mike Harwood, The Matches

Every Friday at 3:00
shadows escape from the factory
If you can go to the show
hurry up and get back to me
Tonight we meet underground
where the air is thick as mud
And the bands make noise
we call Audio Blood
Every weekend we’re igniting
like chemical fires
Youth centers fill with teens
They fill with vampires
Sweating in the dark
we’re freed
as the weight of the week
falls away with a thud
Sweating in the dark
we feed
on the forms in the light
On the floor we’re the flood
We bleed, we bleed, we bleed
Audio Blood

All through the week
whispers follow the shadows down the halls
Our hand-stamps fade
and I cringe at the stupid names we’re called
Every weekend we are massing
Seeking sonic escape
The shadows flood the floor
and start to take shape
Sweating in the dark
we’re freed
as the weight of the week
falls away with a thud
Sweating in the dark
we feed
on the forms in the light
On the floor we’re the flood
We bleed, we bleed, we bleed
Audio Blood

This is how we bleed in audio
Let down your skin, let the wind blow through your veins

Dog-Eared Page

Written By: Shawn Harris, Mike Harwood, The Matches


I'm just a dog-eared page you turn back to.
Where's the place for me
when we're both in love with you?

I can't escape these friends
I've made since you left town.
They throw redundant parties
where I'm too often found.
And while I sit and watch girls and boys
trade views of new tattoos,
I wonder if it's too late to call your mom
and catch up on some news.
She'll say you'll be home soon for me --

And it'll be just like you were never gone.
I'll try to be just some guy you're getting on.
But basically, we're both in love with you.
I'm just a dog-eared page you turn back to.
Where's the place for me,
when we're both in love with you?

I've got these friends in quotes
and girls with asterisks.
I watch the minutes wither
and fall from my wrist.
Out on the porch Van Morrison
is bleeding through the walls.
I don't think your roommate
has been writing down my calls.

You said the distance
Would make a difference,
But it didn't.

Discography

E. Von Dahl Killed the Locals (full-length CD, self-produced and released, Feb 2003)

Set List

sets range from 30 minutes to 1.5 hours, as needed; can fill 3 hour, 3 set night
-25 songs