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INDEX
Goldfly's Greatest Hits
Bonedaddy (09/18/99) I think I'm Drowning
specie-man (6/16/04) The End of Cheap Oil -- or-- The International House of PUNcakes
Goldfly (10/25/98; 21:55:16MDT - Msg ID:797)
There's a tune that has been kicking around in my head for a few days, and now I'm putting it on...uh....ether. If you are a fan of Johnny Cash (or like me, your parents) you'll probably appreciate this. Elsewise, you still could get a smile out of it........
Sung to the tune of "Five feet high and rising."
How high's the spot price mama?
Three-oh-five and risin'
How high's the spot price papa?
She said it's three-oh-five and risin'
The dollar's weak and the yen
is strong
The press is makin' like they knew it all along
Greenspan's singin' his same ol' song
Three-oh-five and risin'
How high's the spot price mama?
Three fifteen and risin'
How high's the spot price papa?
She said it's three fifteen and risin'
Well shorts are choking on the
contracts they sold
Can't find enough metal to press into the mold
Looks like a good time to buy and hold
Three fifteen and risin'
How high's the spot price mama?
Three fifty and risin'
How high's the spot price papa?
She said it's three fifty and risin'
Now the paper markets are spinning
down
In a sea of debt our economy has drowned
Looks like gold's gonna head for higher ground
Three fifty and risin'
How high's the spot price mama?
Three ninety and risin'
How high's the spot price papa?
She said it's three ninety and risin'
Well the London bankers are
crawlin' on their knees
The Fed is crankin' up the money machines
Findin' out those dollars _do_ grow on trees
Three ninety and risin'
Three ninety and risin'......
****Feel free to add new verses as the price rises!****
--GF
Goldfly (12/19/98; 21:17:52MDT - Msg ID:1436)
(With many apologies to Clement C. Moore)
T'was just weeks before Euro
and howling 'round the nation
Were the dogs of war
and the winds of inflation
The markets were sleepy
and stood unawares
of all the harsh turmoil
that soon would be theirs
My wife took the checkbook
she unloaded the cash
Whilst I took my strong-box
and counted my cache
When from my front porch
there came such a roar
I reached for my pistol
and dashed to the door.
I flew as I ran,
my feet scarce touched the ground
I undid the latch
and I chambered a round
But who to my wondering
eyes should appear?
But Alan Greenspan
With a six-pack of beer!
[Illustrator note: St. Pauli Girl]
"Goldfly," said he
"I've been at it all night
I was just cruising by
When I spied-out your light"
He stepped in the door
looked me straight in the eye
Saying "Things are a mess"
I could make no reply
Putting a hand to his forehead
much furrowed with care
With a sigh of relief
he sank down in a chair
His eyes had no humor
as he passed out the brews
He put an end to the small talk
and gave me the news
He told me of meetings
and word going 'round
The price of the Dollar
would soon slump to the ground
"Those boys with their
Euro
they're coming on strong
I fear that our money
will soon equal the Yuan"
But a wink of his eye
and a nod of his head
Soon told me much more
than any word he had said
"I can win this" he
muttered
rising to the occasion
"I'll give it a standard
make the Dollar's foundation--
"Not paper, not palladium,
but something to hold
Not platinum, not copper,
not silver, GO GOLD!"
Like a man on a mission
he sprang from his chair
In his eye was a sparkle
while fairly floating on air--
He went to my kitchen
and he ran a great bill
Calling all the Fed bankers
to make known his will
When at last he had finished
quite pleased, I could tell
He went out the front stairs
and he bade us farewell
As he ambled into the night
his voice came to my ear--
"A merry Christmas to all,
with an exuberant New Year!"
--GF
Goldfly (1/5/99; 19:15:03MDT - Msg ID:1652)
Ladies and Gentlemen ---- The Fifth Dimension!
( Big intro heavy on the horns...... )
Dah-da-da-da dah da da dah
Dah-da-da-da dah da da dah
Up Up and away
with my beautiful Doubloons
Wouldn't you like to ride
with my beautiful Doubloons?
And we can soar above the marketplace
you and I
for we can buy!
BUY!!
Don't you have your eye
on my beautiful Doubloons?
Wouldn't you like to buy
into my beautiful Doubloons?
And we can chase the precious
metals index
to the sky
for we can buy!
BUY!!
Up Up and away with my beautiful
my beautiful
Doubloons!!!
( fade )
Up Up and away
Up Up and away
Up Up and away
Hey, with a bunch of heavy-hitters
like the 5D on your side, you know you can't go wrong!
Goldfly (2/14/99; 18:35:41MDT - Msg ID:2406)
For the Hobbits......... Got Music?
To the tune- "I got you babe"
HER: They say we're dumb and
we don't know
....The NASDAQ is the only way wealth grows
HIM: Maybe that's so, but I tell you what
....When it comes to Gold- I'll take a pot.
HIM: Gold
BOTH: I got Gold babe
.....I got Gold babe
HER: They say our Gold won't
pay the rent
....That barbarous relic, it ain't worth a cent
HIM: Well I don't know if all that's true
....'Cause they don't know what Y2K can do
HIM: Gold
BOTH: I got Gold babe
.....I got Gold babe
HIM: Those short-sales are hasslin'
me
....Makes me wonder what the future will be
HER: When the dollar's flat and the market's down
....Then they'll get scared and come around
HER: Don't listen to their Siren
song,
....'Cause I don't care, with Gold I can't go wrong
HIM: Then I'll stake a claim- we'll make a find!
....There ain't no hill or mountain that we can't mine
HIM: Gold
BOTH: I got Gold babe
.....I got Gold babe
HIM: I got Gold that's fine
for me
HER: I got Gold to shine for me
HIM: Gold in my hand- that really counts
HER: Financial security by the ounce
....I got Gold- I won't let go
....I got Gold and it's yellow glow
....I got Gold- I'll hold it tight
....I got Gold- I sleep at night
BOTH: I Go-o-o-o-o-t A-U babe
.....Got A-U babe
.....Got A-U babe
.....Got A-U babe
--GF
Goldfly (3/20/99; 9:31:28MDT - Msg ID:3607)
Yesterday
We had a party and we sang away
Now I envy those who squirreled away
Oh, I believe in Y2K
Suddenly,
There are no banks, or water, or TV
And they've declared a state emergency
Oh, Y2K is cramping me
Now the power grid's down, for
how long, I couldn't say
Guess they told us wrong, now I long for yesterday......
Yesterday
Lies and obfuscation were the way
Now the Devil is the one to pay
Oh, I believe in Y2K
--GF
Goldfly (3/22/99; 22:29:30MDT - Msg ID:3726)
Doing my best Elvis....
Thank ya. Thank ya all for your kind attention....
I'd like to dedicate this
one to my friend AEL.
AEL brother.... I love ya man- don't ever change....
Now remember, this goes Gee-A-Tee-A...Thank ya...Thank ya
Yesterday
That was when the shorts could have their way
The price of Gold was held in their sway
Oh, I believe G.A.T.A
Suddenly,
Demand's quadruple what it use to be
But there's no stocks at COMEX you see
Oh, give markets transparency
Now the chips are down, to be
wrong, it wouldn't pay
Gold's had for a song, I'll go long G.A.T.A.....
Yesterday
Gold was half the price it is today
And tomorrow's going the same way
Oh, I believe G.A.T.A
--GF
Goldfly (7/10/99; 23:42:49MDT - Msg ID:8648)
Scene: My house, last Thursday night.
Goldfly: There's another contest on the board. (Notice: THE board.)
Wife of Goldfly: Again?!
GF: Hey! You know, they have a new section. The "Hall of Record." This guy Aristotle wrote a killer series and they're going to open the page with them all in one piece. When they put it up, I'll print it out for you.
WOG: Aristotle? You have someone that calls themselves Aristotle?
GF: Yeah, well, why not?
WOG: There's a contest-
GF: Yeah, but I don't think I'm going to en-
WOG: So is this what your going to be doing all weekend?
GF: No. You're supposed to write a letter to the Old Lady of Threadneedle Street-
WOG: Who???
GF: The Bank of England. It's on Threadneedle Street, and it's been there a long time.
WOG: Oh. So is this what your going to be doing all weekend?
GF: Naw, I don't have anything to say to the Bank of England
WOG: So? Don't write a letter, write a song!
(Musical effects: DA-dummmmm)
GF: Oh no.
WOG: What?
GF: When you said that a song jumped into my head.
WOG: Well you'd better win some gold.. I'm tired of this silver!
Goldfly arches an eyebrow (like Spock), Wife of Goldfly grins. Goldfly retires to the den..
I'd apologize to the Beach Boys. But actually I think they owe US an apology
It's the little old lady on Thread Needle Street
It's the little old lady on
Thread Needle Street
Old lady, old lady, old lady's gold
Got a bunch of short friends that are taking some heat
Old lady, old lady, old lady's gold
But stashed in her rickety old vaults
Is some old shiny yellow precious metals
And nobody's trashing gold under
their feet
Like that little old lady on Thread Needle Street
She divests her gold- unloading her hoard
She's a terror on a Colorado bulletin board
It's the little old lady on Thread Needle Street
You can hear it on the street
she's gettin' in her licks now
Old lady, old lady, old lady's gold
With the price of gold down to two-fifty-six now
Old lady, old lady, old lady's gold
You know she's gonna get hers now sooner or later
'Cause for all of that gold just fiat they paid her
And nobody's trashing gold under
their feet
Like that little old lady on Thread Needle Street
It dives real fast and it lands real hard
She's a terror on a Colorado bulletin board
And nobody's trashing gold under
their feet
Like that little old lady on Thread Needle Street
She divests her gold- unloading her hoard
She's a terror on a Colorado bulletin board
It's the little old lady on Thread Needle Street
To handle finances I wouldn't
choose her
Old lady, old lady, old lady's gold
Of your hard assets you'd be a loser
Old lady, old lady, old lady's gold
Guys come for the gold from miles around
But she won't let them bid she just shuts 'em out
And nobody's trashing gold under
their feet
Like that little old lady on Thread Needle Street
It dives real fast and it lands real hard
She's a terror on a Colorado bulletin board
It's the little old lady from Thread Needle Street
Old lady, old lady, old lady's
gold
B-O-E
Old lady, old lady, old lady's gold
B-O-E
Old lady, old lady, old lady's gold
B-O-E
Old lady, old lady, old lady's gold
B-O-E
--GF
Goldfly (8/23/99; 19:32:41MDT - Msg ID:11888)
Anyway, in the interest of wasting bandwidth, sing this to the tune "My Girl"
You've got T-bills for a rainy
day.
But for smart investors, I've got a better way.
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way
My gold (my gold, my gold)
Talkin' 'bout my gold (my gold)
I've got so much riches, the
Feds envy me.
And when the taxman comes, my wealth he can't see.
Big bucks you'll pay
Just to take one ounce away
But it's my gold (my gold, my gold)
Talkin' 'bout my gold (my gold)
Ooooh.
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
I don't need your greenbacks,
fiat's a shame.
All the paper tycoons, will go to flames.
I guess you'd pray
What can take that sin away?
Well it's my gold (my gold, my gold)
Talkin' 'bout my gold (my gold)
I've got sunshine on a cloudy
day
with my gold.
I've got the better way
with my gold (fade)
--GF
Goldfly (10/6/99; 14:09:22MDT - Msg ID:15674)
This should really need no introduction, except. Respects to
Tennessee Ernie Ford. The man who said:
"You have to remember, success is in the eye of the beholder."
16 Tons
Let me tell you the story why
my name is mud
I worked a hustle in somebody's blood
Fleecing investors and doing wrong
With a line that's a-weak, I'm Martin Armstrong
(Refrain)
You short sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day order and somebody's debt
BOE don't you call me 'cause I can't cover
I sold your gold down at the COMEX floor
If you see me comin', better
run and hide
A lotta men didn't, and their assets are fried
Bars of iron, and vaults of steel
If the Feds don't a-get you, then GATA sure will
(Refrain)
I was bored one morning - I
said "gold it don't shine"
Picked up a ledger and I added some lines
Shorted 16 tons of pure refined Gold
And the Vault Clerk said "well a-bless my soul"
(Refrain)
I had a racket but it's down
the drain
Leasin' and shortin' is the name of my game
Ran a gold carry with a with the bonds a-buyin'
Can't a-make the margin with my credit line
You short sixteen tons, what
do you get?
Another day order and somebody's debt
BOE don't you call me 'cause I can't cover
I sold your gold down at the COMEX floor
I SOOLLLD your GoOoOollllld
down at the COMEX floor
Bonedaddy
(09/18/99; 00:25:18MDT - Msg ID:13870)
I think I'm drowning
Seven tenths of the earth's surface is covered by water. Every
year thousands of people die because of too much water. So many
have died from it, that long ago a word began to be used to describe
these events. Now drowning is also used to describe many kinds
of excesses.
We're drowning in liquidity, we're drowning in debt, we're drowning our sorrows.
Our lives are filled with sights and sounds and activities designed to drown out the voices of conscience and reason. While in the grocery the other day I noticed a pint of bottled water "on sale" at only fifty cents. Water, only $4 per gallon. Mildred, get over here!
Sixty five gallons of water or an ounce of gold.
Don't be confused by the plastic bottle, it's reusable and not worth much. ( Gee, I hope I'm not being unwise by acquiring more gold at the 65 gallons to the ounce price.) Bottled water also costs three times as much as a gallon of gasoline. It seems that we place a very high priority on convenience today. Convenience is prized more highly than necessity. Of course most people aren't buying gold right now.
They're too busy walking around
malls, drowning in debt, squirting four-dollar-a-gallon water
in their mouths.
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