I've always had a hunch, supported by simply opening my eyes and looking at history - that the ‘big men’, as I used to call them are more often than not coming for your shit. I am like, ‘that is not cool and that is not nice’. No way I am taking on warlords but I decided a while back to fortify my living situation to enable a bit more Henry Thoreau and a little less wage cuck. This fortification is a bunch of silly life hacks that many of us already deploy. I document a few of them here.
This song's a response to a simple question: What do you do when the systems are rigged, the experts have failed, and the promised protections turn out to be cages?
You build your own systems. You develop agency. You opt out. As best you can. I mean I like coffee and chocolate - the bastards have got me there but this ain't the opium wars.
"Sleep Tight Sunshine" is a manifesto for the people who stopped waiting for permission and started making things. The tradies who figured out the expert class was selling bullshit. The young men who walked away from universities that wanted them compliant, not capable. The people who'd rather grow food than grow debt.
It's also a promise to those still asleep: I'm watching. When you're ready, there's another way.
Sleep Tight Sunshine ( Manifesto for Agency)
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 tools. Got no cents left…
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
Nothing to tax on your spread sheeeeeeet
Fools. I learned I’ve double-checked rules
I’m Schooled no assets pooled
Contaminated? 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?
(2nd 16)
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
I'm a small-fry livin’ large you can be the goat
Ya currency knocked out I wouldn’t gloat
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
You’re cross no floss now we get to the crux
Bucks stops GDP not stuntin’
Trucks n shots Look at me Will Hunting
You're bad at math and I’m a god-damned genius
Rocket surg easy peasy you’re the meany-est
Adding up the grift, calculating danger made ta
keep the poor lord out in the manger (where all us poor boys live)
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
Making beats in my studio bedrum
Come get some
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-traedies
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
Every dude dropped out, gone - you lost us
Male flight. Academia blocked us
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
now with added Perma-vision
I’m watching you slumber under religion
one eye open you’ll sleep this christian’s
gunna give you all uptight free tuition
the sleep tight Sunshine baby
Song Notes:
- "Raw power Paul Atreides / Tradies now get all the ladies" — Dune reference meets class shift. Capability matters more than credentials now.
- "Male flight on Academia blocked us" — Young men are leaving universities in record numbers. Not because they're stupid, but because they see the trap.
- "Gandhi's handy new assistant" — Civil disobedience for the digital age. Non-compliance as resistance.
- "Perma-vision" — Permaculture + vision. Seeing systems clearly, building regenerative alternatives.
The chorus line—"the sleep tight Sunshine"—is both threat and comfort. I'm keeping watch while you sleep. And when you wake up, there's work to do. Also - to the powers that be, I see what's happening.
This is music for someone having a go. For those who'd rather chop wood than scroll feeds. For the ones who see what's coming and are preparing accordingly.
Sleep tight. We've got this.
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