Epstein's Cell

Funny how the cameras went down while he apparently killed himself. I'm just a co-incidence theorist though.

Jeffery Epstein killed himself. T.V. said so. It must be true, like totally for sure. The Television is the portal where all the good guys in super-capes just inform us as to the reality of the situation so that we can also know what they just found out. Got it.

He simply saw no way out :( and had no one with any influence that he knew that could help him out. He was depressed (for the trafficking part - not the unlimited travel and sexual deviations) and maybe just lonely without billionaires to do shots with. But strangely the cameras went down just during that one bit. What are the chances?

So this track is not really about Jeffy at all. It’s about the two-faced bullies everywhere (includes Covidians), who are a natural side-effect of the merger of money and bureaucracy (the state). Of course blackmail is the preferred method of control and employed if flattery, bribery and other soft means fail. Then there are plain psychos - like Tony Blair or Gavin Newsome, who just love the role too (though both adore flattery). Blinken loves to show off how dork he is on a guitar as well but I am not ‘linking’ that, out of respect for the short life you have and how I don’t want to fill it with dogshiite.

Daddy is Authority. Could be the State or major corporations. People have this belief in external authority. Daddy knows best. But in the end he knows what is best for himself. Not his constituency. But this time “Daddy will buy me a pony”.

Sure he will.

Those guys can suck eggs and die. Big Daddy going up and down like Jeff’s cameras - serving the public and then attacking them. Not worth our trust.

It’s getting old being a Covid Scamdemic, hold-out truther, but for now there is still lead in the pencil, so write I must, and sing too. At some stage I will write about the cosmos and boobs and new love but until then you can expect more truth to power resentment, in song form. At least this song is fun, while the ride is bumpy.

Oh and I’m going to try something new. My home and my people are mostly here on Substack, so it’s where this house is being built - but I am not charging any money for subscriptions or whatevs and I need to grow so I can gig. No one will book a nobody so I have to pretend to be a ‘somebody’ by views, likes, shares and other dumb things. So from now on I am going to release my substacks with links to the tracks so they can make their way into any playlists etc. Please, if you like the track click on the links and help Thumbnail Green preach to the unconverted New Normals and break a few spells along the way. The ghost of Bernays can pound sand.

Epstein’s Cell

They go up and down like a nighty of a newly wed

Like a camera in Epstein’s Cell

One minute they care the next ya toast

Big Daddy is ya hero mmm loves you the most (what?!)

But why’d he just slip in to your sister’s room?

There’s blood on her flag! Oh wait - too soon?

Daddy never did no wrong he’s always right

then tell me why did he snap turn out the light

RAP -Dirty data secrets and a captured class

Do what they’re told hold on to save their arse

Ordered the hoards obeyed orders of course

If there’s justice in the courts enforce thoughts of remorse

Papa cares for you wait works for them too

strange-fruit helping baby what can you do?

Are we not plankton for the banking whales

When Daddy running point by telling us tales?

They go up and down like the nighty of a newly wed

Like a camera in Epstein’s Cell

One minute they care the next ya toast

Big Daddy is ya hero mmm loves you the most (what?!)

Hammer hit my crown exactly 19 times

Post traumatic stress disorder for my crimes

Of telling the truth now I’m thumbnail blue

Emperor had no clothes I was screaming at you

Rap Scream first question later

created a hater

I’m busy killing grandma - listen raise the fader

In the cold serving data like a dumb waiter

tin foil on the plate-ah best served later

tried to explain with tiny words

tiny weeny teeny words

Fell on deaf ears wouldn’t be heard

Math’s racist stats worse

Excess deaths load the hearse

Dumb dumb doctors better a nurse

Better a shrink or glass of pinot

better to drink baby what do the hell do we know

More than you sheesh we did the work

Lurked like Fenton - numbers berserk

Oh well… fresh hell

Orwell unwell,

he died but tried to stand and hold the tide

But a tonne of fun with nuff-nuff guns I’ve

had some fun adjusted

to the ones I trusted

but this son of a nun just done an dusted

evry lie been busted

like a hymen on a young one lust did this

just like avarice and deadly sins and they go…

Up and down like the nightie on a newly wed