Kind of like drinking songs for pirates. When I get bored I tend to try to alleviate it by writing. Lately there have been a couple of themes here that caused me to want to write songs about trading based on various issues we all face. But the following two were prompted by a couple of users whose names shall go unmentioned, and by the arguments for/against sim trading. They are read-alongs, with the relevant music listed as reference. Without the music they don't make sense, thus why they are included. Enjoy. ------------------------------------- Strawberry Fields Forever. (for traders.) Musical reference... Let us make you drown, In the style that is...sim trading yield... Trades are not real. But nothing to be smug about... Sim trading yields forever. Trading is easy with eyes closed, Miscalculating all you see. It's getting hard to trade for real, But it might work out... It doesn't matter, to brokers' glee. Let us make you drown In the style that is...sim trading yield... Trades are not real. But nothing to be smug about Sim trading yields forever. No market I think is a money tree I mean it must be high or low... That is, you can't you know, tweak it That's all right… That is I think it's not too bad. Let us make you drown In the style that is...sim trading yield... Trades are not real. But nothing to be smug about Sim trading yields forever. Always know sometimes it be green But you know I know when it's a scheme... I think you know, I mean “Ahh yes"! But it's all wrong That is I think you'll disagree. Let us make you drown In the style that is...sim trading yield... Trades are not real. But nothing to be smug about Sim trading yields forever. Sim trading yields forever. Sim trading YIELDS forever! (Instrumental. They buried Paul in here somewhere.) ------------------------------ The Rascal King….(for traders) Musical reference… ) “The trader’s here… I’d like to thank you for the loan. Forget it. So what do you do? I’m gonna’ try and trade. You? Are gonna’ try and trade?” Well he was…! Fueled by a fund, drew trading plans from a need. So many failures to track…and logs to read. Crooked was his plan, and brazen was his stalk. A cocky planner, up the ladder, and could he ever talk. The last daytrade? Nah ah! Do it again! The trading king behind the cars or the ones in front of him! Last daytrade? Nah ah! Do it again! The trading king behind the cars or the ones in front of him! The love of gold…and constant indicators… And just a smile, think and stop. What's stranger, fact or diction? And never ceasing to take trades…on a regular basis. First? Hands into your pockets; or first, fist into your faces? And it’s the… Last daytrade? Nah ah! Do it again! The trading king behind the cars or the ones in front of him! Last daytrade? Nah ah! Do it again! The trading king behind the cars or the ones in front of him! (Instrumental) A legendary day-trader. Where? Only there. When? Only there. (Trade it again!) A loser or a profiteer? Well, that part's never clear. (Trade it again!) Profit, shame, it's all the same. (Trade it again!) Who's innocent and who's to gain? (Trade it again!) Trade frolics or just a game? Well in the end? Don’t know his name. Last daytrade? Nah ah! Do it again! It’s the trading king behind the cars or the ones in front of him! (Well it’s the…!) Last daytrade? Nah ah! Do it again! It’s the trading king behind the cars or the ones in front of him!
Across the Universe (for traders.) (Musical reference... Orders flowing out like Endless pain into a paper chart, They slippage wildly as they flit away across the trading desk. Trades with sorrow, trades with joy, Are drifting through my open interest, Possessing and caressing me… Jai guru deva. Om. Nothing’s gonna’ change my plan. Nothing’s gonna’ change my plan. Nothing’s gonna’ change my plan. Nothing’s gonna’ change my plan. Trading plans that broke my sight, Which pranced before me like a million Other trades that call me on and on across the trading desk… Trades meander like a restless wind Inside a charting box They tumble blindly as they make their way across the trading desk… Jai guru deva. Om. Nothing’s gonna’ change my plan. Nothing’s gonna’ change my plan. Nothing’s gonna’ change my plan. Nothing’s gonna’ change my plan. Sounds of winning, Shades of green are thrumming Through my open trades, inciting and inviting me... Limitless unending profit which shines around me Like a million wins, it calls me on and on Across the trading desk. Jai guru deva. Om. Nothing’s gonna’ change my plan. Nothing’s gonna’ change my plan. Nothing’s gonna’ change my plan. Nothing’s gonna’ change my plan. Jai guru deva. Jai guru deva. Jai guru deva. Jai guru deva. (fade)