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Far beyond this darkling plain lurk new myths of limitless gain,
Abandoned lands of milk and honey cede to fiscal reign.
We bow to derivative calves forged in oil-fuelled furnaces,
Graphs of bovine gold keep growing, gorging slowly on our swollen GDP,
Our credit histories, these toxic equities, Sponsoring prime-time tragedy.
Splendid shards of glass and steel pierce these skies with monochrome fealty,
‘Beauty so old and so new’ accrues the tarnished hue of greed,
So we serve the corporate need, blessing bonds with quantitative ease,
These hedged inequities keep growing, gorging on our swollen GDP,
Our credit histories, these toxic equities, Sponsoring prime-time tragedy.
JM Keynes where are you now? JM Keynes where are you now?
In the wilderness with your locusts and honey, Jonny where are you?
Oh Jonny Keynes, how we need you now.
Because we are the dying breed, caught between the Sound and the Fury,
Numinous insolvency casts us into mammon’s *** schemes,
We strut, we fret and we rage as we sell out our hour upon this stage,
Worshipping new days of trade, desperate for the memories to fade,
Of our hope and our dreams, our tragic histories, Our decaying philosophies,
Oh we’re trying to buy back our dignity.
JM Keynes where are you now? JM Keynes where are you now?
In the wilderness with your locusts and honey, Jonny where are you?
Oh Jonny Keynes, how we need you now.
A voice in the wilderness. How we need you now.