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Scene 1_ Canary Wharf
06:28
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BBC announcer sample:
“Since the ‘60s news from the City has mattered to more and more people. Nobody makes anything here except money”
John:
How do I explain what’s invisible
But it’s everywhere?
How do I make an honest living
When nothing is fair?
How do I know that I’m normal
When no-one cares?
(when no-one cares)
I’m just trading in air
I’m just trading in air
Ruth:
We are young, we are precious
All our lives are ahead
You’ve opened my eyes to a world I
Didn’t know that was there
You touched my hand, and I knew
We had riches to share
(riches to share)
(John and Ruth)
We’re just trading in air
We’re just trading in air
David:
Cheers to Big Bang, cheers to Thatcher!
She’s kicked open the door
No more controls on commissions
Foreign banks! LIBOR!
A toast to our friends as computers
Hit the stock exchange floor.
(stock exchange floor)
(John, Ruth and David)
We’re just trading in air
We’re just trading in air
Interview samples:
“It struck me we were trading in fresh air…it was one of those moments when you think…this is madness!”
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Scene 2_ Partnerships
04:34
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John:
The Spring Tree note sets the picture
Sebvis stocks will have to plunge
A company without a future
Easy prey for a hedge fund.
I guess I’m fighting David in a way
His reputation, bonus, down the drain
But markets pick who wins at the end of the day
It’s nothing personal David.
Of course Spring Tree will short Sebvis
Making a profit is my responsibility
I’m just doing my job, being realistic
Doing what any other fund manager would do in my position
It's nothing personal David.
The Spring Tree note sets the picture
Sebvis stocks will have to plunge
In 14 days I will be richer
The future’s bright, the game is won.
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David:
Its not going in the right direction
Share price starting to tank
Why believe the analysts note
The truth in what John wrote?
I hope no one I know gets hurt,
I hope no one I know gets hurt
It’s a deal
There’ll be pain
But I hope no one I know gets hurt
You might say it’s crossing the line
My duty to the market
Seed the story in the press
Claim the funds are creating stress
“The Stock is good please trust me
The analysis is poor
If we all buy in we’ll win”
With emotion they’ll believe the spin
I hope no one I know gets hurt,
I hope no one I know gets hurt
It’s a deal
There’ll be pain
But I hope no one I know gets hurt
Social media is keen
The chatter is hot
It’s the hedge funds they’re crap
They’re long overdue a slap
John might be hitting the dirt
But It’s a game
always the same
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Ruth:
John I’m dying inside
All my life I’ve had this other side
Self-expression left behind
That means nothing to you
I’m just a trophy wife
John: I’ve really fucked it this time Ruth. We’re financially ruined.
Ruth:
I mean nothing to you
I mean nothing to you
I’m just a trophy wife
I mean nothing to you
I mean nothing to you
I’m just a trophy wife
John: Don’t start, please!
You can’t be serious
No, you don’t understand
All the things you love, the house, the shopping
It will all soon be gone
All the things you love, the house, the shopping
It will all soon be gone
All soon be gone.
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5. |
Scene 5_Lost control
04:03
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6. |
Scene 6_ Failure
04:11
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John:
I can’t fucking believe my stupidity
The market’s invisible hand
Down my trousers all my life
Every ambition I’ve had
Proving something to my Dad
Now I’ll struggle to get by
Where is the enemy?
Is it inside of me?
Or is it simply
The 1%?
I can’t fucking feel, it’s dead inside of me
Everything I had
I’ve blown it on that deal
And now there’s nothing left
Of the executive safety net
The fund’s crashed with me behind the wheel.
Where is the enemy
Is it the economy?
Or does it belong to
The 1%?
David: It’s a game, mate, you took it all too seriously.
Ruth: This isn’t what you promised me and the children John. We’re going to lose our house aren’t we?
Ruth will surely leave me
Helen speaks the truth
Maybe she’ll redeem me if I ask
I can’t fucking stand inner conflict anymore
Park my conscience at the door
On my way to work each day
All I made was money
Short-term profit’s all I’m worth
Will Helen take me anyway?
Make it all go away
Make me go away
Fuck it
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Scene 7_ Success
05:12
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The markets:
Oh, what a dream
Inside the machine
Next Best Fools
Followed David’s pipers over the edge.
He’s getting richer
He’s getting richer
Executive bonuses made from thin air
He pumped up the stocks
Then sold his shares off
A master of winning at musical chairs
Investment bank making money
Though no hospital is built
Corporate brass making honey
From a company they’ve killed.
Look on the ground
Debt trickles down
Jobs gone, homes too
Government shouldn’t interfere.
He’s getting richer
He’s getting richer
Executive bonuses made from thin air
He pumped up the stocks
Then sold his shares off
A master of winning at musical chairs
Investment bank making money
Though no hospital is built
Corporate brass making honey
From a company they’ve killed.
And the people cry that it isn’t fair
But reality is laissez faire…faire…faire
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8. |
Scene 8_ Rescue
05:31
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Ruth:
Someone to rescue you
Is that why I’m losing you?
Someone to rescue you
It’s dark where you’ve been
It’s hard not to win
By yourself by the bedroom light
Still up though its way past two
You’re sending messages through the night
Who’s that calling you?
Why’s she getting through?
What’s she mean to you?
Someone to rescue you
Is that why I’m losing you?
Someone to rescue you
It’s dark where you’ve been
(I tried to talk to you)
You’re bent over screens
(I never can get through)
You’ve fallen down inside yourself
You don’t even see me
But run our years back to front
Something’s driving you
What you’ve got to prove
I’m not enough for you
But surely someone now draws near
She’ll take you far away from here
My looks are gone, our children too
But someone will rescue you.
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Scene 9_ The future
05:16
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Helen:
You want to run
From what’s been revealed
You’ve lost the fight
But can’t bear to yield
Now you reach out
You draw me near
But I must drive you away
You don't need what I've got to give anyway
The door is open, there’s wind in your hair
Look at the past, you have left her wanting there
But there is a future where love is everywhere.
The world needs to change
We haven’t much time
Behind every deal
There’s human kind
So many will beg
While a few of you steal
But I must drive you away
You don't need what I've got to give anyway
The door is open, there’s wind in your hair
Look at the past, you have left her wanting there
But there is a future where love is everywhere.
No more sleepless nights
Stranded near her hands
No more building castles
On your shifting sands
Their cries are fading away
The tide that swept in is now pulling away
The door is open, there’s wind in your hair
Look at the past, you have left her wanting there
Go back to her now and find love is everywhere.
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10. |
Scene 10_ The cleaner
03:05
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(John, Ruth and David)
We’re just trading in air
We’re just trading in air
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Nicole Skeltys Melbourne, Australia
Nicole Skeltys has released 12 albums in styles ranging from electronica, indie, psychedelia and folk rock. This page hosts all her releases after her giddy B(if)tek and Artificial late ‘90s/ early noughties doofin’ days - these early techno releases have their own Bandcamp pages. ... more
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