Friday, September 12, 2008

Lyrics and Poetry For The Gold Markets

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,' said the night man,
'We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave!'
- Hotel California, The Eagles

Ramble On
The leaves are falling all around, time I was on my way
Thanks to you I'm much obliged, such a pleasant stay
But now its time for me to go, the autumn moon lights my way
But now I smell the rage, and with it hate, and it's headed my way.
Ah, sometimes I grow so tired, but I know there's one thing I have to do.
Ramble on. And now's the time, the time is now.
- Led Zeppelin

“You got to know when to hold ‘em - know when to fold ‘em -
know when to walk away - and know when to run.
You never count your money - when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ -when the dealin’s done.”
- The Gambler, Kenny Rogers

The Gods of the Copybook Headings

...Then the Gods of the Market tumbled,
...... and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew,
... And the hearts of the meanest were humbled
...... and began to believe it was true
... That All is not Gold that Glitters,
...... and Two and Two make Four --
... And the Gods of the Copybook Headings
...... limped up to explain it once more.

... As it will be in the future,
...... it was at the birth of Man --
... There are only four things certain
...... since Social Progress began: --
... That the Dog returns to his Vomit
...... and the Sow returns to her Mire,
... And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger
...... goes wabbling back to the Fire;
... And that after this is accomplished,
...... and the brave new world begins
... When all men are paid for existing
...... and no man must pay for his sins,
... As surely as Water will wet us,
...... as surely as Fire will burn,
... The Gods of the Copybook Headings
...... with terror and slaughter return!
- Rudyard Kipling


I wonder if when all is done
Anyone heard my voice
But from the start we have no choice
Our journeys just begin

I'll never know if I was right
Did I fight hard enough?
When the battles grew too rough
Should I have given in?

But here I stand and swear to you
I did the best that I could do...

I know my voice was just a whisper
But someone may have heard
There were nights the moon above me stirred,
And let me grab ahold
My hands have touched the gold

My heart's been driven by extremes
Blind with dreams, tight with fear
But still God knows that I was here
And I was so alive

And now I lay the past to rest
For in the end I did my best

You have to live the life you're given
And never close your eyes
You hold on, and stare into the sky,
And burn against the cold
For any moment, you might find the gold!

And there was joy
Through it all
And I am standing tall

I know my voice was just a whisper
But someone must have heard
There were nights the moon above me stirred,
And let my light take hold
I'd rode across that sky
And once I touched the gold

Here in my own two hands
I once had the gold .....Music and Lyrics by Linda Eder

... and one joke:

Ben Bernanke, Alan Greenspan, and Jean-Claude Trichet are in the duck blind and a bird flies overhead. Bernanke looks at it and says, "Looks like a duck, flies like a duck... it's probably a duck," shoots at it but misses and the bird flies away.

The next bird flies overhead, and Monsieur Trichet looks at it, then looks through the pages of a bird manual, and says, " wings, yellow bill, quacking sound...might be a duck." He raises his gun to shoot it, but the bird is long gone.

A third bird flies over. Greenspan raises his gun and shoots suddenly, brings it down, and turns and says, "Can someone go see if that was a duck?"

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