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Blurtn’ Brass in the Garden
Blurt music from the Garden of Delights.
Created with Blurt.media Film Studio
I tip my hat at morning's light,
Blurt's the place where dreams take flight.
Short films, podcasts, music for days,
Earning blurts while I’m on my way.
[Verse 2]
The keys keep clackin' as the coffee brews,
Every post sings those "Blurtin' Blues."
Cryptos jivin', watch 'em grow,
Self-made fortune in this show.
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm bloggin' and earnin', the rhythm is sweet,
Blurt.media keeps me light on my feet.
Decentralized, free speech alive,
Blurt’s the groove where we all thrive.
[Verse 3]
Cast.garden sproutin', growing wide,
A podcast haven where truths collide.
The stage is global, the payment clear,
Crypto melodies in every ear.
[Bridge]
The world's on fire but here’s my creed,
Freedom of talking, the good ol' need.
With every Blurt, my voice takes shape,
No strings attached, no red tape.
[Verse 4]
The horns they wail, and my pocket's bright,
Each Blurt I earn feels just right.
From words to reels, my story shared,
Building my dreams, and I'm impaired.
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By OGMediaBlurt music from the Garden of Delights.
Created with Blurt.media Film Studio
I tip my hat at morning's light,
Blurt's the place where dreams take flight.
Short films, podcasts, music for days,
Earning blurts while I’m on my way.
[Verse 2]
The keys keep clackin' as the coffee brews,
Every post sings those "Blurtin' Blues."
Cryptos jivin', watch 'em grow,
Self-made fortune in this show.
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm bloggin' and earnin', the rhythm is sweet,
Blurt.media keeps me light on my feet.
Decentralized, free speech alive,
Blurt’s the groove where we all thrive.
[Verse 3]
Cast.garden sproutin', growing wide,
A podcast haven where truths collide.
The stage is global, the payment clear,
Crypto melodies in every ear.
[Bridge]
The world's on fire but here’s my creed,
Freedom of talking, the good ol' need.
With every Blurt, my voice takes shape,
No strings attached, no red tape.
[Verse 4]
The horns they wail, and my pocket's bright,
Each Blurt I earn feels just right.
From words to reels, my story shared,
Building my dreams, and I'm impaired.
Edit Displayed Lyrics
Cover image for Blurtin' Swing
Blurtin' Swing