Junk Bond Trader

I'm a little short on time to post anything substantial, but I figure a music post is overdue anyway. And so, with the news that Bernie Madoff has claimed that the certain banks and hedge funds "had to know" of his elaborate ponzi scheme... It seems as good an excuse as any to recall the genius of Elliot Smith:

The imitation picks you up like a habit

Writing in the glow of the TV's static

Taking out the trash to The Man

Give the people something they understand

A stickman flashing a fine-line smile

Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a style

Rich man in a poor man's clothes

The permanent installment of the daily dose

And you tell off when you tell it like it is

Your world's no wider than your hatred of his

Checking into a small reality

Boring as a drug you take too regularly

The athelete's laugh, the broken crutch

The first true love that folded at the slightest touch

Brought down like an old hotel

People digging through the rubble for things they can resell

"Happy Holidays," said Sid the Saviour

The leaving lover that I still favor

I won't take your medicine

I don't need a remedy

To be everything I'm supposed to be

I don't want nobody else

I can do it by myself

We're meant to be together

Now I'm a policeman directing traffic

Keeping everything moving, everything static

I'm the hitchhiker you'll recognize passing

On your way to some everlasting

Better sell it while you can

Better sell it while you can

Better sell it while you can

Better sell it while you can

Just remembering how good the lyrics to this song are. Even a direct reference to "Stickman"! The unflattering context aside, I might be tempted to read more into this if only I had more superstitious leanings...