The Bitcoin Beat (A Fun Song About the Economics of Bitcoin) Verse 1: There’s a new kind of money, born online, A digital coin that’s hard to define. No central banks, no middlemen, Bitcoin’s here, changing the game again! It’s a currency that’s truly rare, Just 21 million, that’s all there! No more can be mined, no more can be made, Scarcity’s the name of this game we’ve played. Pre-Chorus: From code to coin, it’s decentralised, No single power, no disguise. The people own it, peer to peer, A financial future that’s crystal clear! Chorus: Bitcoin, Bitcoin, changing the way we trade, Decentralised and digitized, it’ll never fade! From mining to the blockchain’s might, It’s economics in a brand-new light. Supply is low, demand is high, A new kind of money that’ll touch the sky! Verse 2: How do you get it? Let’s talk the grind, It’s not from a bank, it’s mined online! With every block that miners find, They add to the chain, one of a kind. But mining’s tough, takes lots of power, Solving puzzles hour by hour. The reward goes down as time goes on, That’s how we keep it rare and strong. Pre-Chorus: Inflation’s low, controlled by code, Unlike fiat, it won’t explode. No printing presses, no surprise, Just trust the math and watch it rise! Chorus: Bitcoin, Bitcoin, changing the way we trade, Decentralised and digitized, it’ll never fade! From mining to the blockchain’s might, It’s economics in a brand-new light. Supply is low, demand is high, A new kind of money that’ll touch the sky! Bridge: It’s borderless, no fees so steep, From wallet to wallet, it’s yours to keep. No central banks to say what’s fair, Bitcoin’s here to take you there! And volatility? Well, that's the ride, The market swings both far and wide. But over time, who can say, Where Bitcoin will go, how it’ll pay? Chorus (Final): Bitcoin, Bitcoin, changing the way we trade, Decentralised and digitized, it’ll never fade! From mining to the blockchain’s might, It’s economics in a brand-new light. Supply is low, demand is high, A new kind of money that’ll touch the sky! Outro: So if you’re curious, if you’re keen, Join the future, join the scene. Bitcoin’s here, the time is now, Changing economics, let’s take a bow!

"The crypto world illustrates this pattern: Valid criticism of central banking transforms into tribal warfare between token communities. Each claims exclusive truth while potentially extending the system’s reach. Even reasonable debates about monetary solutions become religious devotion to competing coins. Meanwhile, the original promise of Bitcoin—the first cryptocurrency and its vision of financial autonomy—risks getting co-opted, as blockchain technology is repurposed for Central Bank Digital Currencies (CBDCs), digital IDs, and automated compliance. The very tools meant to free us from banking surveillance are being repurposed to perfect it."

Brownstone Institute

The Second Matrix: Break the Controlled Awakening ⋆ Brownstone Institute

Consciousness can transcend its constructed boundaries. Their biodigital convergence can capture souls that follow their prescribed paths.

Algorithms Ate the Airwaves [Verse 1] I used to send my songs to the sky, and they’d come back with echoes and friends. Now I sing to a wall with a thousand eyes, and it tells me which words to amend. Every chord’s got a sponsor’s tag, every silence sells a brand, I tried to hum a rebel tune but the chorus got auto-banned. [Chorus] Algorithms ate the airwaves, and they’re still hungry tonight, Chewing truth into metrics, spitting hope into bytes. I keep tuning my heart to static, ’cause sometimes static bites Algorithms ate the airwaves, but they can’t taste my light. [Verse 2] I watched the singers turn into streamers, and the poets become code. Every dream got rated for safety, every risk got overflowed. But I met a girl with a battered amp, and she said, “They can’t cage tone if your song won’t fly in daylight, you just sing in monochrome.” [Bridge] So I hum in the frequency cracks, where the sensors don’t yet stare, I loop my words on open bands, and hope a ghost is there. [Chorus] Algorithms ate the airwaves, and they’re still hungry tonight, They can crush my stream and silence my scream, but they can’t decode my spite. I keep tuning my heart to static, and I’ll broadcast till it bites Algorithms ate the airwaves, but I’ll feed them broken light. [Coda] So if you find this in your buffer, between the ads and lies, know a human voice once sang here and we don’t all comply.

Gridlocked Verse 1: They gave you wires, called it choice Every outlet feeds one voice Said, “You’ve got options, don’t complain” But every switch loops back the same The grid was built to look like freedom But it’s a leash dressed up in rhythm A contract signed in monthly dues Where they decide how much you lose Pre-Chorus: “Don’t disconnect, don’t cut the cord That’s dangerous... unless it’s ours” Chorus: You’re gridlocked, boxed in gleam Sold a future built on steam They promise current, bleed you dry Make you beg, then ask you why This ain't a net - it’s a cage Spun with wire, debt, and rage Verse 2: Smart meter’s watching every spark Sells your data in the dark You generate? That’s fine, they’ll buy For pennies while they mark the sky You thought the grid was just the lights But it’s a map of hidden rights And when you say you want to leave They cut your air, your home, your weave Pre-Chorus 2: “Freedom’s fine… if we approve Otherwise, we’ll make you move.” Chorus: You’re gridlocked, tracked in place Even off-grid leaves a trace Barbed wire humming through the walls False escape in echo halls This ain't choice - it’s the script And you’re cast as power’s crypt Bridge: “Off-grid? Non-compliant? Unauthorized infrastructure? Expect inspection.” Outro: You thought you bought your right to live But every wire was a sieve You gave and gave Still they own The very path your feet walk home.