What kind of music you hear while you trade?

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a man sits at his computer And moves infinitesimally

infinitesimally:

indefinitely or exceedingly small; minute: infinitesimal vessels in the circulatory system. immeasurably small; less than an assignable quantity: to an infinitesimal degree.

That Gasoline aint free boy

It's not quite right

You're very welcome

Simon and Garfunkel produced some great songs and Paul Simon wrote some amazing lyrics. Art Garfunkel first sang in his synagogue in Queens and realised that he had a gift. He met with Paul Simon in due course, and the rest (as they say) is history. Art Garfunkel did all the mixing etc after the songs were made, so he was also the producer.

Here is another song from that Central Park concert. I've put the lyrics under the clip for you to read as they really are something special (imo). Enjoy.




I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm

When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared, laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie

Asking only workman's wages, I come lookin' for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there, lalalalalalala

Now the years are rolling by me
They are rockin' evenly
I am older than I once was
And younger than I'll be; that's not unusual
Nor is it strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same

Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie

And I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone
Goin' home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me
Goin' home

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down or cut him
'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving", but the fighter still remains

Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie

Yes, great beat!!

Yeah, nice!!

I've been learning about Brazilian made guitars too....now available in the UK (but not NZ as far as I know) and they seem to be something very special

https://www.tagimaguitars.com/

Speaking of The Boxer, Billy Joel was also a boxer for a while. He boxed as an amateur on the Golden Gloves card and had 22 wins. He quit after his nose was broken on the 24th fight.

beautifulll thanks for that e thanks for lyrics too.

beautiful these guitars

what did you do today ? priceless

scaling in

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Yep understand RJ lol. Here's another who fits into the same category. What a talent though.



Sammy Davis Jnr

Some people just got it. Sammy had it.

Some of his forgotten hidden talent, and how easy he makes it all look, just feeling it.