The Little Matchstick Girl
Stephin Merritt Lyrics


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So she lights another match, but soon the spark is gone
So she lights another match and lives on.
And she sees a stove of brass.
How warm its fire burns!
But the match goes out.
Alas, cold returns.
So she lights another flame
And sees a table strewn with dried fruit and meat and game, bright as noon.
Then, more splendid to behold, the goose hops from the plate and walks forth--
And then it's cold, dark, and late.
And another tiny light...
She sees a Christmas tree all lit up with colors bright and pretty.
Then the Christmas lights rise higher.




"A falling star!" she sighs.
Then there is no other fire, and she dies.

Overall Meaning

In "The Little Matchstick Girl," Stephin Merritt paints a devastating picture of a young girl living in poverty, forced to sell matches in the cold winter nights. She becomes more and more desperate as the night goes on, and each match she lights gives her a vision of warmth, light, and comfort, but it fades away as soon as the match is done. The girl's life is marked by constant struggle, hunger and cold, as exemplified by the emptiness of the street outside and the various objects that she sees and quickly lose, including a brass stove, a table with dried fruit, meat, and game, and finally, a Christmas tree. The girl's fate is sealed when the final light of the last match she lights becomes a star and signals her death.


The song is based on Hans Christian Andersen's story of the same name, which Merritt adapts perfectly into his melancholic style. The lyrics are simple but draw a vivid picture of a young girl's tragic life, and the melody is hauntingly beautiful. The song also speaks strongly to the injustice of poverty and inequality, as the girl is unable to escape her circumstances and is ultimately punished for them. It is a poignant reminder of the fragility of human life and the importance of empathy and compassion.


Line by Line Meaning

So she lights another match, but soon the spark is gone
Despite her efforts, the match she lit went out quickly.


So she lights another match and lives on.
She continues to light matches to escape her current situation.


And she sees a stove of brass.
She catches a glimpse of a beautiful brass stove.


How warm its fire burns!
She wishes she could feel the warmth of the fire.


But the match goes out.
Unfortunately, her light source is gone once again.


Alas, cold returns.
She is still cold and can't escape the harsh reality around her.


So she lights another flame
She tries again and lights another match.


And sees a table strewn with dried fruit and meat and game, bright as noon.
She daydreams of a feast with an abundant variety of food.


Then, more splendid to behold, the goose hops from the plate and walks forth--
She imagines the food coming to life and inviting her to join it.


And then it's cold, dark, and late.
She is once again reminded of her current situation and reality.


And another tiny light...
She lights another match and the cycle repeats.


She sees a Christmas tree all lit up with colors bright and pretty.
She has another beautiful daydream, this time of a festive Christmas tree.


Then the Christmas lights rise higher.
The beauty of the Christmas lights mesmerizes her even more.


"A falling star!" she sighs.
The sight of the shooting star in her imagination fills her with awe and wonder.


Then there is no other fire, and she dies.
She ultimately cannot escape her cold and dark reality, and tragically dies.




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