Sleep Tight Sunshine

Manifesto for Agency - Where I somehow manage to use the word ampoules in a rap song. Ampoule - A small, hermetically sealed flask, usually containing medicine for administration by injection.

Sleep Tight Sunshine. It’s implying that if you take away free speech and force a command economy on the entire world you may occasionally get the odd restless night. A gnawing feeling that not everyone is happy with you and the Sigma types who just generally liked doing their own thing are now on a MASSIVE collab. Bro.

They are generally a high-function mob too.

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Just so you know. Sleep tight sunshine.

The idea for this song is my ‘little Aussie Battler’ path of rugged in(ter)dependence informed by permaculture living/philosophy and little in the way of male role-models. It was prompted however by my favourite satirist, Mensch politics/life commenter in the known internet - Dr D, an anonymous commenter on a geopolitics/finance blog - www.theautomaticearth.com, which I have been reading for approaching 2 decades, nightly. He penned a little comment around September this year which was totally ’me’. I built this song around it with other inspirations creeping in.

If ‘Yaaaaasss Queen!’  has a counterpoint I want this song to be the soundtrack to whatever that vibe is.

Gunna try a different approach this time with presenting my lyrics. They say when you put a song out in the world it is like a child - it is no longer just yours (in your body) but everyones to interpret and take into themselves. Well I want people to have a good understanding of this little dude, so I’m presenting 4 bar rhymes with song exploder explanations. 

Not very art but whatevz - I do enough art for both of us. This song kicks. Get up for it.

Key of Fm

You say I got paper run by da ones with da guns 

Tonne of fun to play dumb I’m a wonderful bum

stress (is) senseless, All expenses 

I spends on my tools Got no cents left

Paper being dollars, owned by banks who finance military. Me playing dumb like ‘what paper are you talking about duuude?’

My skills defences Yes it’s good I’m Good King Wenceslas

Or Robin Hood but I give to meeeeeeee

All my stuff I get it for freeeeeee

Learning skills such as fixing, mending, growing, making means less use of money.

The throw away society means most of my house and infrastructure is built with free resources. The sink - side of the road, the doors - side of the road, the straw - cheap bales after wheat harvest, the render - dirt from the ground in front of the house etc.

Nothing to tax on your spread sheeeeeeet fools

I learned I’ve double-checked rules 

I’m Schooled no assets pooled.  Con-

taminated? Nup. I waited 

rated, skated evaded dirty ampoules - look it up!

Butter cup ’n’ yup should I shut up 

About another cut n run debt getting’ done up?

Careful that you make sure to look poor on paper, the money supply is taxed and stolen but the quality of my garden soil or the growth rate of my trees are not. #lifehacks

I couldn’t help but put in a little dig at Covid jabs here. Contamination of the ampoules (thats those little Farma jars with DNA goop in em) - is now proven across the board. Thanks Sasha Latypova - for intel on bad compliance in manufacturing process and Kevin McKernan from the human genome project for delivering the proof #plasmidgate)

Also my little rap brag coz homies are not using that word now are they - Chuck D you scaredy-cat. Fight the power my arse!

The final line in this section references a song I put out years ago about Bankers and Covid.

Show me this fiat you think I possess 

King John says I gotta confess   

Really? Do I now? Prove it where da pudding?

My dollar bills spent on a stand firm footing

and hack saw blades, 6 feet shovels

the rabble in ruble big bubble no troubles

Maybe I do / Maybe I don’t 

Hold crypto coin and gold behind a moat

Small-fry livin’ large and you can be the goat

Ya currency knocked out I wouldn’t gloat 

Don’t hold a devalued currency put it into useful things - like another tattoo of a Ukraine flag.

Seriously. I’m not a gold bug, I’m an everything that can build resilience bug.

I Grow food with favour-trading friends 

I pay what? How much and who’s asking again?

King John says pay tax bad luck  

But shucks, bugger damn I didn’t work for no bucks 

Just down on my luck, a bummer yeah sucks  (Keep em in the dark after all it’s not their business.)

You’re cross no floss now we get to the crux  (‘Floss’ being urban slang for showing off wealth)

Bucks stops GDP not stuntin’                            (‘Stuntin’ being same. GDP not very showy now)

Trucks n shots Look at me Will Hunting            

This line is a lumping of Canadian Trucker convoy, reduced flow of consumer goods from Covid policy and shutting down economies world wide, leading to huge debts and slowing down of the economy. I’m just saying it doesn’t take a genius to see at the start of the scamdemic that economic decisions have a huge impact on populations over time. We screamed into the censorship industrial complex at the start of this shit show and now look where we are. 

You’re bad at math I’m a god-damned genius 

Rocket surg easy peasy you’re the meany-est 

Adding up the grift calculating the danger made ta

keep the poor lord out in the manger

Brahmin class who don’t know shit from clay + the zoom class who don’t care about poverty for those delivering their Amazon purchases or who lost jobs from mandates.

I’m a man who will fix it

Manual- Stick-shift 

An animal ‘fix-grift’ cannibal 

Eat bad like Lector Hannibal

Pay minimum into em - I’m aluminium 

Strong and light men an women that I been among

An’ in the interim I’m entering minimal income (and?)

Making beats in my studio bedrum

Come get some

So what can you do then in the face of grift and lies and feminised safetyism and mass-formation?

Rebuild and be active in the pursuit of justice. Be a man. Or a woman, whatever - just grow some cahunas and work and resist and do not give them your money if you can help it.

I got me time 

to preach in rhyme, facts to the young with Open mind 

Tomorrow’s heroes overcome the crazies

New Gen Men care less about Mercedes

Raw power Paul A-tradies

Tradies now get all the ladies

Expert class burn fall Hades 

They’re under the scope now no shadies

I’m giving them options - You put em in boxes

My Words are videos Vigilant Foxes (who was spreading informative content during the dark years)

Every dude dropped out, gone - you lost us

Male flight - Academia blocked us 

Shout out to John Carter at Substack for digging into some of these realities. Young men of which sadly I can now no longer count myself amongst have a heroes journey to do it themselves as best they can and it is NOT going to be through group conformity or compliance that it is done.

DIY Guy right 

He put up a fight

drive with no head light

System crash we’ll be alright

sliding out the system gives em

Resistance buff n puff 8 pistons

Rogan listens - fighters shifting

papa Don’t take no coexist in

Your Law, inconsistent

Green Obedient - not in this instance 

Quiet listen I’ll hang in prisons. I’m

Gandhi’s handy new assistant      

(I guess this would be the Australian version of (not) taking up arms - non-violent opposition is NOT slavery “they may torture my body, break my bones, even kill me. Then they will have my dead body but not my obedience” Mahatma Gandhi - another crazed white, right-wing conspiracy theorist.)

now with added Perma-vision  (Permaculture for life ya’ll)

I’m watching you slumber under religion   (Marxism as religion?)

one eye open you’ll sleep this christian’s

gunna give you all uptight    free tuition

the sleep tight Sunshine baby!

Also I am going to make an attempt to release one song each two weeks till burn out. Probably feb/march next year OR, find I love deadlines and move to one a week if I can handle it. I lost around 15 years of solid music making to set myself up in the woods so I could scream into a censorship ‘reachless’ hellscape of an internet. If anyone wants to help by sharing my toons I will love you forever in all the right places in your souls.