A 'Bowie-comment' on the global stockmarket rout

Ground Control to Major Tim
Ground Control to Major Tim
Take your Man up pills and put tin helmet on

Ground Control to Major Tim
Commencing meltdown, algos on
Check deflation and may Goldman Sachs be with you

This is Ground Control to Major Tim
You’ve really made bad trades
And the papers want to know whose shirts you’ll wear
Now it’s time to leave the free-fall if you dare

This is Major Tim to Ground Control
The markets are through the floor
And the £’s floating in a most peculiar way
And the stats look very different today

For here
Am I with a tin hat on
Just got out of bed
All the markets are bright red
And there’s no easing from the Fed

Now I’ve lost one hundred thousand pounds
I’m feeling very sick
But I think my broker knows which way to go
Tell my bank I owe it very much you know

Ground Control to Major Tim
Your stop-loss is dead,
You’re really on a limb
Can you hear me, Major Tim?
Can you hear me, Major Tim?
Can you hear me, Major Tim?
Can you….

For here
Am I with a tin hat on
Just got out of bed
All the markets are bright red
And there’s no easing from the Fed….

Source: Stephenroi - comment on The Slog https://hat4uk.wordpress.com/ 15-01-2016