Money from the Sky
In the English-speaking world the 1920s have gone into the history books as the “Roaring Twenties”. In Sweden they are "Det glada tjugotalet", the Merry Twenties, while the Germans call them "Die Goldene Zwanziger", the Golden Twenties. To the French they are simply “Les Années Folles”, the Foolish Years.
Those were the years of speculation in stocks and shares and high hopes for a bright future after the miseries of the “Spanish flu”.
But then came the Thirties with depression and show of arms. Let’s hope that history will not be repeating itself.
Money from the Sky
I must have been around 4 or 5
When I first learned about money
It was the thing that kept us alive
At least so said my nanny
My father´s salary was good
We didn’t have any cares
It paid for a house and clothes and food
The rest he got in shares
The stock exchange was riding high
Balloon filled with hot air
The call was loud: buy, buy and buy
You´ll be a millionaire
And money came and money went
And no one had a care
For money surely was sent
From Heaven for all to share
Yes, money surely was sent
From Heaven for all to share
I must have been around 8 or 9
When I got wise about money
“The root of evil” called by some
It had the taste of honey
But then this bloke who´d duped them all
In almost every way
He met his fate, his luck ran out
In Paris one spring day
And the balloon got trouble too
It could no longer hover
So it came down in a big crash
And everyone ran for cover
And money went, didn’t come back
In the blink of an eye it was gone
And life got tough, yes life got tough
But still had to go on
I have this bundle of old shares
Thick bundle on a shelf
And now and then I take it out
Just to remind myself
I must have been around 8 or 9
When I got wise about money
You have it and you’re doing fine
You trust it, you’re a dummy