We're the hedge-fund highwaymen so tired of excuses

I'm the hedge-fund highwayman who you're too cross to mention
I spent your cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
The devil take your stereo and your record collection!
Because I've sold them off along with your old age pension!

Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Sold down the river with trouble and strife!

I'm the hedge-fund highwayman so sick of easy fashion
The clumsy boots, washed-out roots that people thought so dashing
So what's the point of robbery when nothing's left worth taking?
Its kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake we're making

Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Cry me a river or stab me with a knife!

And even though you fool your souls
Your savings will be mine
All mine

We're the hedge-fund highwaymen so tired of excuses
Of deep meaning philosophies where only the taxpayer loses
We're the hedge-fund highwaymen and here's our invitation
Throw your safety overboard and join our insect nation

Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Look in the mirror the greed is still rife!

And even though you fool your souls
Your savings will be mine, all mine

Da diddley qa qa da diddley qa qa
Da diddley qa qa da diddley qa qa

Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Stand and deliver your money or your life!.

Now I'm hiding from the sun

Every morning going slow
I'm listening to the radio
Value of shares has hit the floor
Only memories of the gains before
Out in cash land having fun
And now I'm hiding from the sun
Waiting for a visitor
I hope no-one knows I'm here for sure

Gambling laughing
Sinking loving
And now I'm not alone
In bail out land
My only home

I think it's time to make a deal
To feel the emptiness I fill
Spend my money going out
I've nothing in I'm left without
Clean my teeth and comb my hair
And look for something new to wear
And start the high life over again
Kid myself I'm having fun

I look out from my window view
There's really nothing else to do
Hide my cash maybe write a letter
Shriti says I'm getting better
Watch the mirror count the lines
The battle scars of all the good times
Look around and I can see
A thousand people just like me

Losing Laughing
Sinking Loving
And now I'm not alone
In bail out land
My only home
(x2)

Losing, Laughing, Sinking, Loving

I'm waiting for some cash
I'm only passing out

A dreaming circus

Open up
Now open up

You lied, you faked
You cheated, you changed the stakes
Magnet toss that guy in the sky
Unrehearsed, housing bubbles burst
All in all, a dreaming circus
A fool's litany with parody
Tragedy or comedy?
Probably you've p*ssed on me

Open up, make room for me
Now open up, make room for me

Lost my cash inside your schemes
Go for the money, honey
Not the scene
Be a hedge fund star, blah blah blah
Go the whole hog
Be bigger than God

Burn the City burn, taking down Bankerstown
Burn the City burn, burn down to the ground
Burn the City burn, burn the City burn
Take down Bankerstown, burn down to the ground

Down, into the ground

Burn, burn, burn
Burn...

The banks sing for their supper

Gordo I know you're going to be upset
'Cause I was always your golden girl
But you should know by now
I'm just a baby

You never taught me right from wrong
I need your help, Gordo please be strong
I may be flawed at heart
But I know what I'm saying

The crash you never warned me about
The crash you said I could do without
We're in an awful mess, and I don't mean maybe - please

Chorus:

Gordo don't preach, I'm in trouble deep
Gordo don't preach, the share price falls are steep
But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my gravy, oh
I'm gonna keep my gravy, mmm...

You say that you're going to save me
We can rescue our GDP
Maybe we'll be all right
Taxpayers sacrificed

But the press keep telling me to give it up
Saying it's a disgrace, I musn't live it up
What I need right now is some good advice, please

(chorus)

Gordo, Gordo if you could only see
That you must back this failed ideology
Your eggs are in our basket right now
'Cause we are in debt, we are in debt, so please

(chorus)

Gordo don't preach, we're in trouble deep
Gordo don't preach, the sterling falls are steep

Gordo don't preach, no regulatory creep
Gordo don't preach, risks all in a heap

(repeat)

Oh, I'm gonna keep your gravy, ooh
Don't you stop loving me Darling
I know, I'm keeping your gravy

2008 Rules III

And finally...

SEPTEMBER
Gaming – Stow (Agricola, D&D, cooking, rock band aaaaaaahh)
D&D in Camden with the posse comitatus
Dogshow and others in some bizarre nonsense of a night
Viking kids D&D in Oxford (whatever happened to those pigs?)
Cohesion (unsurprisingly not very coherent)
Metallica surprise at the Dome (thanks)
Baraka Autumn Equinox Chillathon party lying on the grass and having it in front of a rather startled child in a pub

OCTOBER
Bratislava and Vienna a beautiful if un-photographed sojourn to the heart of the New Europe with a very impressive set of paintings indeed
Berlin – the woods, the art, the history museum
Performance and others in Camden
Luminopolis and Hasselt (Hallucinogen and Infected Mushroom) in the stupidest night ever and the stupidest text ever oh yes I won’t forget this in a hurry
London Film Festival (Rachel getting married; Good, Bad and Weird)

NOVEMBER
Sam’s stag (paintball, fine dining, masked pool)
The unforgettable Sam and Dawn’s wedding upon the great river
Riiiiiiiiio!
Crazy Corcovado cracked-up climb of death defying daring-do
Alex and Carolina’s Buddhist blessed wedding and mental dancing
Simone and the Special Sunrise
All night RPG in THAT villa
Heroes die young 30th Birthday party UV soaked and a special chocolate cake surprise

DECEMBER
Green-wigged Mighty Boosh in the DOME
New College Christmas dinner epic
Johnian festive farce of a farci and all night old times in college rooms
CLWG Christmas party, Claire’s party, Baraka Records @ Coven II all one fine day
Christmas in Cold Aston and Bexhill
NYE Cohesion (Sati and the psychedelic Prodigy psuite)

2008 Rules II

JUNE
Perfect Painting for Pramit?
Windswept Primrose Hill pre-party chair sitting followed by Dolls’ Fey birthday
Final leaving mini rave madness and menace

JULY
New Haven’s 4th of July firework-lit divine lamb and parmesan burgers
Discovering the joys of US coffee brain freeze ooooooooo
Sparkling wine and even more sparkling conversation by the river in Haddon
3am New Haven to Niagara nonsense – awakened by the spray of the waterfall
Toronto sand-sleeping and full on metal moshing
Getting locked out of the car outside the McMichael collection
Waving arms in the air at the Winnipeg folk festival
Talking to Gilles Fournier about UK soaps for some unknown reason
Viewing the endless sunsets from the beaches in Vancouver (Wreck, First, Sunset…)
Sauntering around Stanley Park (more damn beaches)
Full-on Psy, full-on food and full-on raven art served up by buxom Canadian girls
Climbing the fence to crash the Capitol Hill Block Party (LESBIAN!)
The endless walk through the docks to Discovery Park and the UV soaked rave lovein
Fremont and Haight-Ashbury hippy time travel
Golden Gate park flowers and the naked woman didge dancing
Blues dancing with the Swiss girls in San Fran

AUGUST
Mad Mexico City late night walks
Amazing rain-soaked and beef-fed Anthropological Museum insanity
Trotsky’s house and the Blue House beauty
Rivera and the rest rampaging through history and art into Muralismo
Mexico’s Pacific coast and the midnight storm with the ladies
Chichen Itza astronomical predictive text echo absurdity
Meridan murals most definitely show the sumptuous schizophrenia of Mexico
Tulum beached nonsense and Cancun’s cacky counterpoint
Pramit and Ayelet’s amazing wedding (Dan dancing, Paddy, Ganesh cake)
Fiercely frenzied Finntroll soaring glasses into the crowd and saved
Cielo and Roger Sanchez plus the girl that got away
New York Metropolitan Museum of Art again and again oh my god
Vegan food and Sarita’s mac and cheese mmmmmmmmmm
Bacon and cream cheese bagels every day (I can never forget)