GIFFENMAN

  Synopsis: This song is a contemporary folk song about the power of predictions to shape reality. Contrasting hurricanes that ignore human opinion with financial markets that react to every rumour, the song explores how forecasts, headlines and public narratives can become self-fulfilling prophecies. Blending economics, psychology and social commentary, it asks whether we create the futures we claim merely to predict. Lyrics Rain don't care what the forecast say Rain don't care what the forecast say Storms don't bend to the words we choose It falls the same on any odd day But markets move when we spread the news A hurricane don't read the news at night It comes regardless of our alarm But tell folks the bank's about to lose the fight And the fear they spread becomes the storm Nature keeps to its own design No rumor changes a storm's command But a whisper 'bout a market's decline Builds the very crash with its own hand They paint the picture, pull the st...