Thirty-Five Dollars to an Ounce

grunge afro-cuban jazz, symphonic cloud rap, breakbeat trance, dark chillstep · 3:41

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Thirty-five dollars to an ounce of gold
That's the promise that we sold
But dollars flooding overseas
While inflation plants its seeds
Every choice leads to defeat
When impossible worlds must meet

[Chorus]
You can't have three things at once
Global liquidity, fixed rates, autonomy
Pick any two, but not all three
That's the trilemma's cruel decree
Thirty-five dollars, breaking down
When the math just won't add up

[Verse 2]
Option A: print less money, tighten up
Austerity fills the bitter cup
Unemployment climbs so high
While deflation makes partners cry
Still vulnerable to the run
When politics says "we're done"

[Chorus]
You can't have three things at once
Global liquidity, fixed rates, autonomy
Pick any two, but not all three
That's the trilemma's cruel decree
Thirty-five dollars, breaking down
When the math just won't add up

[Verse 3]
Option B: export more than we import
Make our trading partners court
Internal belt-tightening pain
While deflationary pressures reign
Partners forced to take deficits
Political conflicts never quit

[Bridge]
Capital controls start to leak
Two-tier markets make us weak
Official price at thirty-five
Free market tells us we're not alive
Every patch just buys more time
Before the system breaks its rhyme

[Chorus]
You can't have three things at once
Global liquidity, fixed rates, autonomy
Pick any two, but not all three
That's the trilemma's cruel decree
Thirty-five dollars, breaking down
When the math just won't add up

[Outro]
August fifteen, Nixon's call
Bretton Woods begins to fall
Thirty-five dollars, just a ghost
When three goals matter most

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