Naked Light
Plays like it is still 1967 and means every word of it
vex on it
after hoursHonest use case: people who feel stifled and want an anthem for personal or collective liberation
Exhibit: “truth is a naked light,”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- E minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.52
- vocal at
- 6.0s
- length
- 3:13
- words
- 199
- clichés
- 0
- language
- En
most sung: “strike” ×17 · “match” ×16 · “raise” ×6
shared with the crate: 18 other songs use “fire” · 35 other songs use “rain” · 90 other songs use “light” · 71 other songs use “night”
lyrics
You sold me candles, hoarded light, you preached the flood and kept the rain. I struck one match against the night and burned the sermon off my chain. Organ howling, floor toms roll. I've come to take back my soul. Strike the match, strike the match, every lie's a burning thatch, strike the match, strike the match, I'm the fire you couldn't catch, raise your voices, raise them high — strike the match and watch the sky. Your pulpit is a painted crate. My organ's louder than your fraud. The congregation will not wait — we dance while the rafters applaud. Strike the match, strike the match, every lie's a burning thatch, strike the match, strike the match, I'm the fire you couldn't catch, raise your voices, raise them high — strike the match and watch the sky. Burn slow, burn bright, truth is a naked light, burn slow, burn bright, I am done being polite. Strike the match, strike the match, every lie's a burning thatch, strike the match, strike the match, I'm the fire you couldn't catch, raise your voices, raise them high — strike the match and watch the sky. Strike it — strike it — let it shine through the smoke.