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Trader
Opérateur de marché, golden boy de naguère. Plutôt que d'évoquer ces
brillants jeunes gensconnards qui gèrent ceci-cela, et qui ruinent ceci-cela également, faisons pêter une roteuse à la santé despetits porteursconnards qui croient que c'est arrivé, et qui bouffent leur retraite eninvestissements judicieuxconneries financières. Buvons mes frères de misère à la santé de ceux qui ont le soucis de placer leurs sous gagnés légitimement, et qui se fontconseillerentuber par JM Sylvestre, dont le nom évoque la forêt, mais ça ne lui rapporte rien. Buvons joyeux au souvenir de ses euros volatilisés, on ne sait comment. Comme le Crédit lyonnais, comme France Télécom, comme le tunnel sous la manche. Aïe, pauvre petit porteur... Ben il est trop con le petit porteur, et c'est bien fait pour sa gueule ! Il ne sera jamais le loup, toujours agneau, mangé. Pauvre petit porteur, t'es là, t'existe *que* pour te faire plumer, décapiter, assassiner. Alors gueule pas ! Tu le savais, confusément, que ça puait cet actionnariat. Quand même, ça ne te gênait pas de gagner des sous comme ça, sans rien faire, en mettant les tiens -de sous- dans le système ? Ben c'est tes sous que d'autres gagnent. Pauvre con !
Beach Boys (1972) Album Holland - Trader
Trader
Trader sailed a jeweled crown
Humanity rowed the way
Exploring to command more land
Scheming how to rule the waves.
Trader spied a virgin plain
And named it for velvet robes
Wrote home declaring,
"There's a place
Where totally folks are free
(Happily completely)
Nourishment fills the prairies and the hillsides
And animals stalk the mountains and the seaside
And fish abound the lakes and birds the skies
Signed sincerely."
Trader found the jeweled land
Was occupied before he came
By humans of a second look
Who couldn't even write their names shame
Trader said they're not as good
As folks who wear velvet robes
Wrote home again and asked, "Please help
Their breasts I see; they're not like me
Banish them from our prairies and our hillsides
Clear them from our mountains and our seaside
I want them off our lakes so please reply
Signed sincerely."
Trader he got the crown okay
Cleared humanity from his way
He civilized all he saw
Making changes every single day say
Shops sprang over the prairies and the hillsides
Then roads cut through the mountains to the seaside
The other kind fled to hide, by and by,
And so sincerely
Cried.
Making it softly
Like the evening sea, trying to be
Making it go
Creating it gently
Like a morning breeze, a life of ease
Eyes that see
Beyond tomorrow, through to the time without hours
Passing the Eden of Flowers
Reason to live.
Embracing together
Like the merging streams, crying dreams
Making it full
Begging intently
For a slight reprieve, a night of ease
Hands to touch
Beyond the sorrow, on to the force without power
Piercing the crust of the tower
Reason to live.
Hoping
Like a budding rose, humbling shows
Making it.
Struggling lonely
Like a desert field, break the seal, make it real
Ears to hear
Beyond the showers, on to the suns of tomorrows
Burning the flesh of all sorrows
Reason to live.
Reason to continue
Reason to go on
Reason to live
Reason to live
Reason to live
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