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Blurt.media Radio - Blurt the Blues away
Rolled outta bed at noon
Coffee, bathrobe, crooked spoon
Boss keeps callin' my ghosted phone
I hit "decline" in a sleepy tone
'Cause I found a corner of the net that pays
For my strange little everyday days
[Chorus]
I just blurt my blues away on Blurt.blog
Type my truth like a late-night monologue
Share my art, my tunes, my foggy dog walk jog
And I'm stackin' crypto crumbs
Every quirky word I log
(on Blurt.blog, Blurt.blog)
[Verse 2]
Snapped six pics of a half-eaten pie
Called it "modern hunger" — man, I won a prize
Posted my socks hangin' on a chair
Somebody tipped me, said "that's rare"
Told 'em "friend, if my laundry’s worth a dime
Wait 'til you read what's in my mind"
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Took my trumpet on a crooked little stroll
Clicked "publish" on a stream-of-consciousness soul
Cat photobombed, now we’re both on the chain
She's the star, I'm just signin' the gain
[horn hits]
One more rant, one more rhyme
One more walk at supper time
Screen glows, wallet grows, I grin and say
"Guess my side gig swung the other way"
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By OGMediaRolled outta bed at noon
Coffee, bathrobe, crooked spoon
Boss keeps callin' my ghosted phone
I hit "decline" in a sleepy tone
'Cause I found a corner of the net that pays
For my strange little everyday days
[Chorus]
I just blurt my blues away on Blurt.blog
Type my truth like a late-night monologue
Share my art, my tunes, my foggy dog walk jog
And I'm stackin' crypto crumbs
Every quirky word I log
(on Blurt.blog, Blurt.blog)
[Verse 2]
Snapped six pics of a half-eaten pie
Called it "modern hunger" — man, I won a prize
Posted my socks hangin' on a chair
Somebody tipped me, said "that's rare"
Told 'em "friend, if my laundry’s worth a dime
Wait 'til you read what's in my mind"
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Took my trumpet on a crooked little stroll
Clicked "publish" on a stream-of-consciousness soul
Cat photobombed, now we’re both on the chain
She's the star, I'm just signin' the gain
[horn hits]
One more rant, one more rhyme
One more walk at supper time
Screen glows, wallet grows, I grin and say
"Guess my side gig swung the other way"