I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light
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The time has come for colds, and overcoats
We're quiet on the ride, we're all just waiting to get home
Another week away, my greatest fear

I need the smell of summer, I need its noises in my ears
If looks could really kill, then my profession would staring
Please know we do this cause we care and not for the thrill
Collect calls to home to tell them that I realize
that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone

And we won't let you in
Though we're down and out
We won't let you in
I wrote more postcards than hooks
I read more maps than books
Feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took.

Every minute is a mile
I've never felt so hallow
I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles
My secrets for a buck
Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage
Yes, I am paid to spill my guts
I won't see home till spring

Oh, I would kill for the Atlanti
but I am paid to make girls panic while I sing
And we won't let you in
Though we're down and out
We won't let you in
And we won't let you in
We don't want what isn't ours
We won't let you in
You win.

And the coastline is quiet
While we're quietly losing control
Yes, we're silent but sure we inventened the cure
that will wash out my memories of her
"The harpoon is loaded




The cage is lowered
The water is red." Like you

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Brand New's "I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light" express the loneliness and isolation felt by a musician on tour, away from home and constantly on the move. The opening lines describe the cold, quiet state of the band on a long drive, a feeling of anticipation for the end of the journey. The singer longs for the warmth and noise of summer, a stark contrast to their current situation.


The chorus of "And we won't let you in" can be interpreted in a few different ways. On one hand, it could be a reflection of the insulated world of the band, closed off to outsiders and constantly on the move. On the other hand, it could be a message to those who might seek to exploit or otherwise damage the band's art or well-being.


Line by Line Meaning

The time has come for colds, and overcoats
Winter is here and we need to bundle up to stay warm.


We're quiet on the ride, we're all just waiting to get home
We are all tired and just want to get back to our comfortable homes.


Another week away, my greatest fear
Being away from home for too long scares me.


I need the smell of summer, I need its noises in my ears
I miss the warmth and sounds that come with summer.


If looks could really kill, then my profession would staring
If looks could harm, then my job of performing in front of crowds would be deadly.


Please know we do this cause we care and not for the thrill
We perform not for the excitement, but because we care about our art and sharing it.


Collect calls to home to tell them that I realize
I call home to let them know I understand that life is fleeting.


that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone
Death is inevitable and we all face it alone, no matter how much love we have in our lives.


And we won't let you in
We won't allow outsiders into our inner circle.


Though we're down and out
Even when we feel defeated and low.


I wrote more postcards than hooks
I communicate more through writing than through my music.


I read more maps than books
I spend more time traveling and exploring than reading literature.


Feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took.
I regret not taking every opportunity to leave and have new experiences.


Every minute is a mile
Time feels slow and each minute feels like it drags on.


I've never felt so hallow
I feel empty and alone.


I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles
I am like an abandoned church, falling apart and deserted.


My secrets for a buck
I share my intimate thoughts and emotions for money.


Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage
I expose my emotions and pain through my performances.


Yes, I am paid to spill my guts
I make a living by being vulnerable and open about my personal struggles.


I won't see home till spring
I won't be able to return home until the season changes.


Oh, I would kill for the Atlanti
I deeply desire to be near the Atlantic Ocean.


but I am paid to make girls panic while I sing
I am hired to cause hysteria and excitement among my audience while I perform.


We don't want what isn't ours
We don't desire anything that doesn't belong to us.


You win.
You can have it, we don't want it.


And the coastline is quiet
The ocean shore is peaceful.


While we're quietly losing control
As we try to maintain calmness, we slowly lose our composure.


Yes, we're silent but sure we invented the cure
While we are quiet, we have found a way to fix our problems.


that will wash out my memories of her
We have found a way to erase the painful memories associated with someone we miss.


"The harpoon is loaded The cage is lowered The water is red." Like you
This violent imagery is like the way you hurt me.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JESSE LACEY

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@eternalsunshineoftheresili1385

A poem I wrote when I was 16

The time has come for lies and movie scripts
So sick of the weather, so sick of feeling like s***
I need something more,need a greater cause
I need something more than a morbid book of laws
If walls could only talk, all the secrets would be told and the stories would unfold about a clock, and how it ticks
Months built up with redemption creating your pointless perception between fits.
The walls are closing in, they won't let her out
The walls are closing in.
There are more rainstorms than sun, I hold my breath for fun
I've completed their checklist and now I'm under the gun
Lie to my baby, create a flood
Any excuse to take the once perfect stream and drag it through the mud.
They know how we work, though it's been a while
Convince them we are 1 because at 2 we stop the vile
And we don't mean what you know, or what you've learned
It's the bridges you continue to burn
Paint up the doll, get her in control
You say it's for her health so you can lie to yourself
It's getting old
They came well equipped, her heart serves up memories
To update a family tree you burned down saying hopefully, she fails
But you got her wrong.all of you are trying to sing a really outdated song
She was chosen for her style and subtly
Your feelings and insecurity is what you see in me.



All comments from YouTube:

@justinH0213

Brand New is one of the best bands EVER period

@maddiejohnson4645

loved this band. Surprisingly, i still love this album!!

@bobgray7412

Almost 20 years with the company of this great song, this great album deja entendu.

@gates10611

This song bangs just as hard today as from the first time I heard it.

@JeremiahFernandez

that one song you thought you're gonna listen to for the first time, then it plays and you realize you've already heard it somewhere, somehow, from a long time ago

@Silent_Valor

I can relate to that.

@benedettorollo94

You mean deja entendu?

@graydenday3760

That's what deja entendu means lol

@kagger911

Sounds like on the bright side from never shout never

@sarahlawhead8957

Yes!!!

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