We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song — Purpleman’s Rhythm — took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today, everything feels split between Woke and MAGA. But the future isn’t at the edges — it’s in the middle. Because sanity is compromise… and compromise is strength. We had fun, we tried different takes, cause everyone see’s life a little differently.
Footsteps fade where the fire once burned,
Streets lie silent, but the tide has turned.
Purpleman lingers in the cold night air,
A whisper, a warning — he’s still there.
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song — Purpleman’s Rhythm — took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today, everything feels split between Woke and MAGA. But the future isn’t at the edges — it’s in the middle. Because sanity is compromise… and compromise is strength. We had fun, we tried different takes, cause everyone see’s life a little differently.
Leaders spin lies like a busted-down reel,
Purpleman grins, makes ’em all feel the wheel.
Blue tears floodin’, red flames roarin’ wild,
He jumps the fence with a devilish smile.
Broken dreams twist into a jumpin’ jive,
Screamin’ for justice, keepin’ hope alive!
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song — Purpleman’s Rhythm — took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today, everything feels split between Woke and MAGA. But the future isn’t at the edges — it’s in the middle. Because sanity is compromise… and compromise is strength. We had fun, we tried different takes, cause everyone see’s life a little differently.
Sirens are wailing, the night won’t rest,
Purpleman’s rhythm pounding in my chest.
Chains are rattling, the streets still burn,
Truth is a lesson they don’t want to learn
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song — Purpleman’s Rhythm — took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today, everything feels split between Woke and MAGA. But the future isn’t at the edges — it’s in the middle. Because sanity is compromise… and compromise is strength. We had fun, we tried different takes, cause everyone see’s life a little differently.
Echoes in the alley, where the fringes fray,
Purpleman’s gaze cuts through the gray.
Far left’s venom twists the hope to chains,
Far right’s fire brands the innocent with pain.
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song — Purpleman’s Rhythm — took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today, everything feels split between Woke and MAGA. But the future isn’t at the edges — it’s in the middle. Because sanity is compromise… and compromise is strength. We had fun, we tried different takes, cause everyone see’s life a little differently.
Power in the people, rising from the ground,
Purpleman’s rhythm shaking all around.
No more hiding, no more chains,
We’re the fire running through the veins.
Here is Episode Six of the Sovereignty Alliance. “Brinkmanship”
Episode 6 – “Brinkmanship” Plus the song Rust Revival Blues’ Broken Promises Blues
Episode 5 – “Escalation and Expansion” Plus the song Rust Revival Blues Vote for the Devil Blues
Episode 4 – “Trigger Month Begins” plus the song Rust Revival Blues’ Great Pretender
Episode 3 – “Signals & Standoffs” plus the song Rust Revival Blues’ Unchain
Episode 2 – “Under Watch” plus the song Rust Revival Blues’ Rollin Away ’25
Episode 1 – “Safe Harbor” plus the song Rust Revival Blues’ Hit The Road
Behind the scenes the Government is taking control, not with martial law, at least not yet. But by Financial Control.
On June 14, 2026, Congress passed the National Resource Security Act (NRSA), a sweeping federal measure granting Washington emergency powers to control “critical state-managed resources” — including water rights, energy production, and key agricultural outputs. Framed as a national response to global supply shortages, the bill passed narrowly after a late-night session and was signed within hours.
Summary
Late July 2026 marks the apex of the trigger month, as federal authorities and the Sovereignty Alliance push toward the edge of a full national confrontation. The Alliance now spans coast-to-coast, controlling key water, energy, and agricultural resources, while Washington deliberates on a high-stakes response.
Here is Episode Six of the Sovereignty Alliance. “Brinkmanship”
Episode 6 – “Brinkmanship” Plus the song Rust Revival Blues’ Broken Promises Blues
Episode 5 – “Escalation and Expansion” Plus the song Rust Revival Blues Vote for the Devil Blues
Episode 4 – “Trigger Month Begins” plus the song Rust Revival Blues’ Great Pretender
Episode 3 – “Signals & Standoffs” plus the song Rust Revival Blues’ Unchain
Episode 2 – “Under Watch” plus the song Rust Revival Blues’ Rollin Away ’25
Episode 1 – “Safe Harbor” plus the song Rust Revival Blues’ Hit The Road
Behind the scenes the Government is taking control, not with martial law, at least not yet. But by Financial Control.
On June 14, 2026, Congress passed the National Resource Security Act (NRSA), a sweeping federal measure granting Washington emergency powers to control “critical state-managed resources” — including water rights, energy production, and key agricultural outputs. Framed as a national response to global supply shortages, the bill passed narrowly after a late-night session and was signed within hours.
Summary
Late July 2026 marks the apex of the trigger month, as federal authorities and the Sovereignty Alliance push toward the edge of a full national confrontation. The Alliance now spans coast-to-coast, controlling key water, energy, and agricultural resources, while Washington deliberates on a high-stakes response.
You had the right to speak your mind, to pray or not to pray
To march, to dream, to disagree and not be led away
But now you cheer for kings and crowns
And burn the whole thing down
Like freedom’s just a phase you’re movin’ on
And the Humvees roll, Through the towns we know, With a rattle in the ground and a fear that grows. Yeah, the Humvees roll, Hearts turn cold, You can hear the silence break when the
Welcome to the Hotel Mar-a-Lago Such a crazy place (such a tacky space) Plenty of room at the Hotel Mar-a-Lago Any time of year (any time of year) you can find him here
All alone in the West Wing, He’s watchin' the news roll in... Every city is burning, He’s blaming it all on “them.” He said he’d bring order, But it’s slipping away... The chants in the
Because you know I'm all about that Trump, 'bout that Trump — no trouble I'm playin' golf and holdin' grudges on the double I'm sayin’ facts are fake, and fake is fact, don't burst my
Well the sheriff said he had ‘em, Bundy swore they’re real, But those papers up and vanished Like a ghost behind the wheel. One day they’re in the courthouse, Next day they’re gone for good,
And I’m a showman, you know what I mean, And I shake my little hands on the Fox News screen… Yeah, on the Fox News screen, while I pitch my scheme, I’m too sexy for
Because you know I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no facts I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no facts I’m all about that base ’Bout that base — no
Trump man, You just won’t go away, I said, Trump man, Courtrooms call every day, But hey, Trump man, There are millions to sway, With a truth that’s been twisted and broken!
Say it's good to be king... when you own the stage, I'll go alone, fix it... and fuel the rage. Golf carts and rallies, gold toilets and flair, Let the people go broke—I've got billionaire
The swamp he swore he’d drain, Just filled with grift again, The debt climbs ever higher, Fed by a ring of liar. Trump told lies, lies grew higher, And it burns, burns, burns — the
Hit the road, Trump, and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Hit the road, Trump, and don’t you come back no more. Old Donny, oh Donny, don’t you lie
I’ve been draggin’ these boots through the ashes,
Chasin’ ghosts down a broken line.
Every road just burned to cinders,
But I kept on movin’, buyin’ time.
We left what we had in the dust of the night, Suitcase of dreams, no wrong or no right. The road stretched long, shadows fell fast, We walked away, love, from all of our past.
Well I’ve walked the line, Through smoke and thunder, Paid my dues, And made my blunders. But when the lights go down, And the night turns gray, I can say I lived it — Done
In the twilight’s glow, your shadow’s calling, Your skin’s a soft whisper, my soul is falling. The beat drives us forward, two steps in the breeze, Your body against mine, a sweet, restless tease.
Power in the people, rising from the ground, Purpleman’s rhythm shaking all around. No more hiding, no more chains, We’re the fire running through the veins.
Well, my hopes were high in the morning light But the truth rolled in sometime last night I gave my trust, but it slipped away Now I’m driving on toward a clearer day
Candles are burning, but the light feels cold Memories linger, stories left untold The wind through the window carries your sigh And I am left asking, why must love die?
We left what we had in the dust of the night,
Suitcase of dreams, no wrong or no right.
The road stretched long, shadows fell fast,
We walked away, love, from all of our past.
I’ve been draggin’ these boots through the ashes, Chasin’ ghosts down a broken line. Every road just burned to cinders, But I kept on movin’, buyin’ time.
Well I’ve walked the line, Through smoke and thunder, Paid my dues, And made my blunders. But when the lights go down, And the night turns gray, I can say I lived it — Done
In the twilight’s glow, your shadow’s calling, Your skin’s a soft whisper, my soul is falling. The beat drives us forward, two steps in the breeze, Your body against mine, a sweet, restless tease.
Power in the people, rising from the ground, Purpleman’s rhythm shaking all around. No more hiding, no more chains, We’re the fire running through the veins.
Well, my hopes were high in the morning light But the truth rolled in sometime last night I gave my trust, but it slipped away Now I’m driving on toward a clearer day
Candles are burning, but the light feels cold Memories linger, stories left untold The wind through the window carries your sigh And I am left asking, why must love die?