Song
Don’t Let the Score Fool You
Kevin Steffensen
Warm nineteen-seventies soul: big bright numbers on a darkened wall tell a true ending while erasing the thousand hands that actually carried the game.
Intimate pocket, electric piano, and layered backups deliver The Game We Think We Saw almost by name.
Intimate pocket, electric piano, and layered backups deliver The Game We Think We Saw almost by name. The chorus separates truthful metrics from moral closure—scoreboard-remainder, winning-as-excuse, star-as-explanation—while the whistle’s operational finality ends play without settling meaning. Pattern results-conceal-the-game is a near-direct match: run it back slow and you still have to name the game the board cannot show. Prefer this tight, high-confidence book link over weaker secondary titles; the lyric already carries the portfolio’s sports epistemology without stretching into business metaphors the song never invites.
- Languages
- en
Recordings
- Don’t Let the Score Fool YouPrimary
4:44 · chirp-hawk v6
5:05 · chirp-auk v4.5-all
