I cut my little films by moonlight
Scissor-snips and sugar on the floor
Paint still wet on all my fingers
I wrote a tune for a cracked-up teacup
For the way the sad dogs sing
Now the rent man wants his blessing
And the kettle wants a ring
So I put it up for the world to see
One poem, one frame, one melody
If you love the spark, then set me free
Pay the baker, pay the bee
Blurt.blog, pay me
Twiggy.lat, pay me
For the art I made
For the night I stayed
Blurt.blog, pay me
Twiggy.lat, pay me
Little gold in the hat
I sold a laugh to a midnight reel
I sold a storm to a folding screen
Every brushstroke got a heartbeat
Every scene came out too clean
Then I took my bow to the market
Played for apples and a tiny brass bell
But applause won't feed the kettle
And the kettle knows it well
So I put it up for the world to see
One poem, one frame, one melody
If you love the spark, then set me free
Pay the baker, pay the bee
Blurt.blog, pay me
Twiggy.lat, pay me
For the art I made
For the night I stayed
Blurt.blog, pay me
Twiggy.lat, pay me
Little gold in the hat
Let the cello say, "She earned it"
Let the viola hum, "She stayed"
Let the accordion flutter
Like a ribbon in the shade
I don't want crowns or pity
Just the coins my hands have sewn
A fair little spark of the table
For the worlds I made alone
Blurt.blog, pay me
Twiggy.lat, pay me
For the art I made
For the night I stayed
Blurt.blog, pay me
Twiggy.lat, pay me
Little gold in the hat