January February.

What a January. February is going to start off cloaked in uncertainty too. Just to show how broad my musical experiences (rather than pleasures) are I call upon Barbara Dickson to describe the year so far.

Love the makeup Babs!



I just say the things that I want to hear
And like a fool I believed everything was clear
But now I feel so different, I don't know what to say
Thought China, oil, recession calls all meant doom today

Fed view’s and mine? Miles and miles apart
It got me in the trade
To one more broken heart

January February, I don't understand
Why the markets start by dumping,
Then they turn around, they won't settle down
My P+L is underground.
January February, please just turn around

Wake up, I tell myself but I don't even hear
That maybe growth won’t fall apart this year.
Does the Fed think it matters? 'cause no-one thinks they care
If only they had some way out, a way to anywhere

Their views and mine are miles and miles apart
I‘ve got myself positioned
To one more broken heart

January February, I don't understand
Russia, growth, credit defaulting
But you turn around, you’re going to take me down
My career is now so unsound
January February, are my burial ground.

{financial instrumental}

Japanese inventing money - print Yen out of thin air
If only they had some way out, a way to anywhere

Their views and mine are miles and miles apart
I‘ve got myself positioned
To one more broken heart

January February, I don't understand
Why oil’s up and stocks improving
Why they've turned around. Have you settled down?
My book lies shattered on the ground.
January February, chaos all around.

January February, whoops there goes the pound.

January February, rates at the lower bound.

January February, my position is unsound.

January February, I can’t afford my round.