Winspear- Good Times..
SOPHIE IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS
Picture yourself at Snap Lake with two drill rigs,
It's 30 below and there's snow in the skies,
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with blond hair and blue eyes,
Kimberlite dykes are right under your feet,
Leading to breccia and pipes,
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone
Sophie in the sky, with diamonds
Follow her down to a place in Vancouver,
Where Randy and John and the others check cores,
Everyone smiles as they think of the macros,
That rest at Snap Lake and its shores,
Canadian brokers appear the the door,
Waiting for orders to fill,
Check your account there's a smile on your face,
And she's gone
Sophie in the sky, with diamonds
Picture yourself on a beach in Barbados
With umbrellas in drinks as you stare at blue skies,
Suddenly someone is there with the threadsters,
A girl with blond hair and blue eyes
Ketchup Lennon and Tomato McCartney
RANDY BOY
Oh Randy boy,
The pipes, the pipes, are calling,
From old Snap Lake, and down the breccia's line.
Spring will be gone, and summer's program's crying
For you to drill, and find an economic mine.
But come you back, when autumn's in the permafrost,
And fog comes in to cover tundra gray,
The big pipes there, in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Randy boy, Oh, Randy boy, find them we pray.
But come ye back when all our stock is falling,
If Bre-X blows the market all away,
Announce a pipe, and things won't be so galling,
And Winspear stock we know will then be all o.k.
And we shall see the sight of shorts a covering,
And Winspear's chart, straight up it sure will go,
If you will only tell us pipes are hovering,
Then we can sleep in peace and to Hawaii go.
Traditional Ketchup
With apologies to that great Canadian, Leonard Cohen, and SUZANNE
Winspear takes you down
With its dykes to one fifty,
You can hear shareholders crying,
You can see the shorters laughing,
And you know it's quite crazy,
There's no way you want to be there,
But then Sophie feeds you facts,
About geologists from Russia,
And just when you mean to tell her,
That you can't take prices dropping,
They release some information
And it lets the breccia answer
That they may have pipe down under
And you want to travel with her,
And you want to travel blind
And you hope you can trust her,
Cause you've bet all of your money on a find.
Now Sophie takes your hand
And she leads you to your broker,
She is doing dog and pony
From Yellowknife to where ever,
And the sun pours down like honey,
On our lady of Vancouver,
And she tells you where to look
Among newsletters that do move her,
There are drillers in the tundra,
Speculators in the morning,
They are desperate for some pipe news,
They could be desperate forever,
As Sophie goes on vacation.
And you want to travel with her,
And you wnat to travel blind,
And you hope you can trust her,
Cause you've bet all of your money on a find. |
