Aquecimento caça fantasma vol. 1

Anita, Anita Zine

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Anita, Anita (Jesse Livermore track)

Tintarella di luna for gringos, sweethaht

Every Winning Hand Needs A Greater Fool
Money Mythos soundtrack


They call it a game
A high-stakes play
Where fortunes are made
Then swiftly decay
But listen close
You wanna know the rule?
Every winning hand needs a greater fool

So raise your glass to the greater fool
The one who buys the lie
Calls it a jewel
You think you’re sharp
You think you’re cool
But every winning hand needs a greater fool

Every crooked crown
Every paper throne
Is standing on the back of someone alone
You wanna beat the house
That’s the brutal truth
Every winning hand needs a greater fool

Every Winning Hand Needs A Greater Fool (Gospel cut) (Money Mythos Soundtrack)

Lash me to the mast 
(Odysseus and the sirens song)
From the money music mixtape with Kenny Polcari and the Antediluvian. 

About this track:
We made this as a trader track. Greek mythology for traders. There’s a great book by poker player, Annie Duke, called Thinking In Bets. In the book, she talks about the ways strategy gamers use “Ulysses contracts,” to protect their games from their weaker selves. In Reminiscences of a Stock Operator, the protagonist character based on Jesse Livermore talks about “the hardest six weeks” of his trading career, when he forced himself to make no trades. He’d gone bankrupt, lost everything. And his Ulysses contract was “how he came back.” We love a comeback story. 



LYRICS
There was a man once—a Greek—
Who knew his own weakness
Before he met it
He knew the song would come
And that he would not have the strength to refuse it
He saw the bright shore
Already burning in his mind
The easy lie of beauty
Calling him from his homeward path
So he chose in cold blood
What his heart would never choose in heat
“Bind me,” he said
“and let my ears stay open
Let my body strain
While my mind stays faithful”
Now that man is I
And the coast draws near

Softly it rises now
Over the glittering foam
Sweet as a childhood dream
Sharp as a hidden blade
My name in its breath
My fears in its fragrance
Each note a finger
Curling under my ribs

Why does desire dress itself
In such tender colors
Why must the snare
Shimmer like salvation
I feel it brushing
The hollows of my heart
Telling me I was born
Only for this surrender

O distant shore I’ll never touch
O hands I’ll never hold
You shine within my longing
Like a lantern in the fog
If I were free
I would be lost
If I were loosed
I would be gone

So lash me to the mast
Before I see the foam break
Tie these treacherous arms
That ache to reach the wave
Let rope bite through my skin
Where music claws my mind
If I must tremble
Scream
And plead
Let it be in chains
Not in your arms

Lash me to the mast
While reason still can speak
Bind the storm inside my veins
Before it shatters bone
Harder—tighter—
Let the cords out-sing the call
Let the burning in my wrists
Outburn the fire in my blood

Let the oarsmen row on
I will rage and I will writhe
I will curse the saving hands
That keep me to my course
But when the tide has turned
And silence floods the sea
These livid marks will sing
The truest song in me

Lash me to the mast
I choose this narrow pain
Over the wide
Sweet grave
That waits beyond that foam
Let every fiber strain and snap
My voice break on the wind
Yet keep my bow toward home
While all my senses drown

Lash me to the mast
O fate
Hold fast
Hold fast!

Lash Me To The Mast (ODYSSEUS and the SIRENS song)

Yeah, see, the thing about this game?
They don’t teach you the language in school.
They teach you numbers. They don’t teach you *animals.*
And kid—this whole Street? It’s a zoo!

BULLS charge up, horns to the sky,
Buying long, riding high, asking *why would I sell?*
They see green like it’s the only color God made,
Position heavy, leverage paid, confidence never betrayed.

BEARS swipe down, they’re shorting your dream,
Betting it breaks, betting it bleeds,
They sold the skin ‘fore they caught the beast—
Eighteen-century London, that’s where they were released.

Now the smart money knows: when a BULL starts to tire,
A BEAR smells blood, and the spread catches fire.
They been fighting since the Street was just dirt and desire—
Two animals, one cage, and somebody’s getting retired.


It’s a zoo on the floor, yeah we speak in the fauna
BULLS run it up, BEARS bringing the trauma
PIGS get slaughtered, SHEEP follow the drama
Welcome to the jungle—where the money makes the karma

But see, the most dangerous animals?
They’re not the predators.
They’re the ones who don’t know what they are.


SHEEP follow the herd, they don’t think, they just trail,
Last ones in, first ones to wail.
Following tips from some guy with a podcast—
When the trend reverses, guess who holds the bag last?

PIGS get greedy, they can’t walk away,
Won on the first bet, doubled down the next day.
Margin loans stacking, mortgaging plays—
Bulls make money, bears make money, pigs get filleted.

CHICKENS stay scared, they never commit,
Government bonds, bank deposits—that’s it.
They miss every run ‘cause they can’t take the hit,
Inflation eats their savings, bit by bit by bit.

OSTRICHES bury their heads in the sand,
Portfolio bleeding? They don’t understand.
Bad news hits, they refuse to look—
“If I don’t check the app, maybe I’m not cooked.”


It’s a zoo on the floor, yeah we speak in the fauna
Bulls run it up, bears bringing the trauma
Pigs get slaughtered, sheep follow the drama
Welcome to the jungle—where the money makes the karma

It’s a zoo on the floor, yeah we speak in the fauna
Bulls run it up, bears bringing the trauma
Pigs get slaughtered, sheep follow the drama
Welcome to the jungle—where the money makes the karma



It's A Zoo On The Floor (Animals of Wall Street song) (KENDALL RETRO CUT)

BULLS charge up, horns to the sky,
Buying long, riding high, asking *why would I sell?*
They see green like it’s the only color God made,
Position heavy, leverage paid, confidence never betrayed.

BEARS swipe down, they’re shorting your dream,
Betting it breaks, betting it bleeds,
They sold the skin ‘fore they caught the beast—
Eighteen-century London, that’s where they were released.

Now the smart money knows: when a BULL starts to tire,
A BEAR smells blood, and the spread catches fire.
They been fighting since the Street was just dirt and desire—
Two animals, one cage, and somebody’s getting retired.

It’s a zoo on the floor, yeah we speak in the fauna
BULLS run it up, BEARS bringing the trauma
PIGS get slaughtered, SHEEP follow the drama
Welcome to the jungle—where the money makes the karma

It's A Zoo On The Floor (Animals of Wall Street song on the block cut)

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