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  • Get paid to blog on Blurt.blog

    Rolled outta bed

    Hair all wrong
    Coffee on my shirt
    But I’m feelin’ strong
    Clicked that screen
    Like it owed me rent
    Typed one line
    Heaven sent

    [Chorus]

    I get paid to ramble on Blurt.blog
    Tappin’ that keyboard, clearin’ my fog
    Share a little art, snap a pic of my dog
    Oh, life tastes sweet when you’re blurting that blog

    [Verse 2]

    Took a crooked photo
    Of a burnt piece of toast
    Wrote three lines
    Like it’s some art show post
    Dog in the background
    Stealin’ the frame
    Crypto in my wallet
    I don’t even feel shame

    [Chorus]

    [Bridge]

    [low vocal register]
    I said I walk the dog, I walk the dog (woof)
    I sing off-key, still log that blog
    I post my noodles, my broken shoe
    The chain keeps chingin’, that’s the sound of “thank you”
    [crescendo]
    One more riff
    One more thought
    Baritone belly laugh
    At the coins I caught

    [Verse 3]

    Dropped a little doodle
    Of a lopsided moon
    Uploaded my “masterpiece”
    At half past noon
    Guitar in the corner
    Strummin’ two wrong chords
    Crypto for my chaos
    Bless those keyboard lords

    [Chorus]

    [Outro]

    So I’ll share my heart
    My noise, my fog
    My crooked life
    On that quirky blog
    Deep voice humming
    Like an old stray dog
    Enjoy life, have fun
    Get paid to blog on Blurt.blog

    4 min
  • Get paid to Travel and Blog on Blurt.blog

    Woke up broke in Berlin

    Cheap hostel
    Cold toast
    Bad bed
    Took one photo of my sneakers
    Typed
    "Life is good
    " and hit send instead
    Now some stranger likes my suitcase
    Another tips a coin my way
    I just ramble ‘bout my breakfast
    And they pay me for the play (oh yeah)

    [Chorus]

    Blurt.blog
    Big baritone brag
    I just talk my talk
    They fill my bag
    Tell a tale
    Drop a pic
    Let the whole world see
    I have fun
    I get paid
    Being fully me
    Blurt.blog
    Where the good vibes stay
    Happy folks
    Free words
    And I still get paid

    [Verse 2]

    Shot a shaky little short film
    About my neighbor’s lazy cat
    Uploaded all the outtakes
    They even laughed at that
    Comments full of goofy kindness
    Nobody dragging me in rage
    Just a jazz club in a browser
    And they’re passing ‘round the wage (mm-hmm)

    [Chorus]

    [Bridge]

    [low vocal register]
    I used to argue in the alleys
    Tired thumbs
    Hot face
    Cold screen
    Now it’s “Nice hat!” “Cool train!” “Great sandwich!”
    Like a big bright movie scene
    [spoken aside]
    You share your strange vacation
    Your sketchy drawing too
    Some surfer tips your story
    Like
    “Here
    That joy’s on you” (hey!)

    4 min
  • Blurt, Blues and Blog Money

    Rolled outta bed

    Checked my brain, yep, still odd
    Coffee in a chipped blue mug
    Then I clock in… on a blog
    Tap-tap, type-type
    Getting paid to overshare my life
    Post a pic of my left shoe
    Somebody tips me like it’s breaking news

    [Chorus]

    Blurt, blues & blog money
    Ha-ha, joke’s on you, it’s real
    I just write my weird little stories
    Turn that keyboard into a meal
    Enjoy life, get paid for talking
    About art, film, photos, tunes and more
    Blurt, blues & blog money
    Laughing all the way to the tip jar door

    [Verse 2]

    Took a blurry shot of my lunch
    Called it “avant-garde afternoon”
    Wrote five lines on a hallway shadow
    Now it’s “cinematic mood”
    Posted grandma’s old jazz records
    Called it “rare groove, deep cut lore”
    They said, “Sir, you’re a tastemaker”
    I said, “I’m just bored and want more”

    [Chorus]

    [Bridge]

    [low vocal register]
    Click, click, cha-ching
    Every comment makes my heart sing
    Art house rant, midnight meme
    Somehow funds my ice cream dream
    [horns squawk and answer]
    Black-and-white selfie of my cat
    “Experimental portrait,” how ‘bout that
    I hit publish, lean way back
    Deep laugh, deep voice, deep stack

    5 min
  • Get paid to Blurt !

    I roll out of bed

    In my star-print robe
    Coffee on my shirt
    Crumbs all over the globe
    Type “good morning, world”
    With a crooked grin
    If it makes you smile
    That’s my login

    [Chorus]

    I get paid to rant on Blurt.blog
    Talkin’ life, art, cats, and smog
    Little cha-ching every time I think
    Sip that joy like a long slow drink
    Oh, I get paid to live my life out loud
    Click that post, make my mama proud

    [Verse 2]

    Snap one weird photo
    Of my toast and jam
    Call it “Breakfast Study”
    Yeah, I’m that ham
    Black-and-white doorway
    Stray dog yawns wide
    Suddenly it’s “urban stillness”
    I just stepped outside

    [Chorus]

    [Bridge]

    Film grain on my fingers
    Old songs in my head
    Blue tint on the city
    Silver dreams in my bed
    I write what I’m feeling
    You read, you relate
    The comments go crazy
    And so does my rate

    [Verse 3]

    Crooked jazz record
    Spinning slow and sly
    I hum some nonsense
    Let the rhythm reply
    Type about heartbreak
    Then a dumb meme too
    If it made you laugh
    That’s my rent come through

    4 min
  • Blurt.media Blues Radio - Blurtin’ the Blues

    Got my coffee in a chipped blue mug

    bathrobe crown, I’m the blogging thug
    Typing genius in my bedroom chair
    getting paid to overshare

    [Chorus]

    Blurtin’ the blues on Blurt.blog, baby
    deep voice, cheap wine, life’s kinda crazy
    Art, film, photos, music on the page
    enjoy life, get paid, that’s my stage

    [Verse 2]

    Took a picture of my half-burnt toast
    called it “modern still life, doing the most”
    Posted a poem ’bout my missing sock
    somebody tipped and said, “this knocked”

    [Chorus]

    [Bridge]

    Scroll, click, post, repeat
    little cha-ching every time I hit “tweet”
    Well, not that site, but you know the feel
    turning daily nonsense into a reel
    [spoken, low] “Oscar for my grocery haul, please.”

    3 min
  • Blurt.media Blues Radio - Blurt Baby Blurt

    Deep cup of coffee

    screen glow on my face
    Typing in my bathrobe
    like it’s some grand stage
    Click clack stories
    of a crooked little day
    Hit “post” and suddenly
    they’re tipping me to play

    [Chorus]

    Blurt, baby, Blurt
    get paid to tell your tale
    Little jokes, big thoughts
    let that weird ship sail
    Blurt, baby, Blurt
    hit send and watch it rain
    Enjoy your life, hit that site
    and stack those coins again (oh yeah)

    [Verse 2]

    Snap that alley mural
    old train rolling slow
    Cat in the window
    steals the whole damn show
    Write about a movie
    nobody ever saw
    Call it “avant-something”
    they still hit applaud

    [Chorus]

    [Bridge]

    I got frames, I got films
    I got songs half-wrong
    Got a plate of cold fries
    turning into a poem
    I got paint on my hands
    ink under my nails
    Every odd little angle
    is a tip in the mail (hm)

    [Chorus]

    [Outro]

    [low vocal register]
    Art, film, photo
    music, midnight snack
    I just live my life
    site’s watching my back
    [whispered vocals]
    Type, post, smirk, repeat
    baritone cash back

    4 min
  • Get paid to Blog on Blurt and Base

    Music and Math …

    Coffee’s cold

    Deadline gone
    Typing like a raccoon
    That found the “on”
    Got my slippers on the table
    And my cat on the keys
    Every weird thought I’m thinking
    Turns to digital fees

    [Chorus]

    I get paid to ramble, baby
    Turn my brain into a stream
    Blurt.blog blues and a BASE chain dream
    Click that post, I’m grinning lazy
    Art, film, photos in the glow
    Blurt and coin in my tip jar flow

    [Verse 2]

    Took a selfie of my breakfast
    Called it “abstract carb couture”
    Shot a ten‑second hallway movie
    Called it “late‑capitalist door”
    Dropped a doodle of a potato
    With a cape and a crown
    Woke up to shiny little numbers
    Saying, “King, write it down”

    [Chorus]

    [Bridge]

    [low vocal register]
    Ether in my inbox
    Bits in my hat
    Blurt in my pocket
    I can groove with that
    [spoken, mock-serious]
    “Sir, what do you do?”
    [back to singing]
    I just laugh and say
    I shout into the ether, son
    And the ether likes to pay

    [Verse 3]

    Got a slideshow of my laundry
    Called it “textile memory lane”
    Zoomed‑in grainy parking ticket
    Named it “modern civic pain”
    Friends ask, “Is this a living?”
    I say, “Man, it’s a vibe”
    If joy had a paycheck punch card
    This is how I’d clock my time

    [Chorus]

    [Outro]

    [growled baritone with big vibrato]
    So raise that mug, that glass, that cup
    Post it upside down, close‑up
    If life’s a joke, hit “share,” not “save”
    Laugh all the way to the blockchain, babe
    [horns hit]
    I get paid to live my days
    One weird upload at a time

    4 min
  • Blurt.media Blues Radio : Get paid to blog on Blurt.blog

    Woke up late

    Coffee cold, socks don’t match
    Opened my screen
    Turned chaos into cash
    I rant, I rave, I overshare
    Internet stare, digital lair

    [Chorus]

    I get paid to blurt the blues
    Click-clack keys and a crooked muse
    Post that pic, that half-baked thought
    Art so weird it can’t be bought
    I get paid to blurt the blues
    Laughin’ while the numbers move

    [Verse 2]

    Scroll that feed
    See my face between cat memes
    One bad poem
    Now bankrollin’ my wild dreams
    Snapshots of my broken chair
    Somehow folks just stop and stare

    [Chorus]

    [Bridge]

    On Blurt I drop my midnight rants
    On Base I dance in pixel pants (oh yeah)
    Earnin’ little glowing coins
    Shakin’ this old skeleton joint
    Art and film and frames I catch
    Turn each laugh into a stack

    [Chorus]

    4 min
  • Blurt.media Blues Radio - Paid to Blurt

    Woke up late

    Coffee cold, socks don’t match
    Opened my screen
    Turned chaos into cash
    I rant, I rave, I overshare
    Internet stare, digital lair

    [Chorus]

    I get paid to blurt the blues
    Click-clack keys and a crooked muse
    Post that pic, that half-baked thought
    Art so weird it can’t be bought
    I get paid to blurt the blues
    Laughin’ while the numbers move

    [Verse 2]

    Scroll that feed
    See my face between cat memes
    One bad poem
    Now bankrollin’ my wild dreams
    Snapshots of my broken chair
    Somehow folks just stop and stare

    [Chorus]

    [Bridge]

    On Blurt I drop my midnight rants
    On Base I dance in pixel pants (oh yeah)
    Earnin’ little glowing coins
    Shakin’ this old skeleton joint
    Art and film and frames I catch
    Turn each laugh into a stack

    3 min
  • Happy New Year, you Beautiful Weirdos

    [Intro]

    [low vocal register, half-spoken]
    Well I polished up my hopes
    Kicked my fears off the couch
    Got my lucky socks on backward
    Time to start this year loud

    [Verse 1]

    Last year I tried a juice cleanse
    Made it almost half a hour
    Joined a gym, waved at the treadmill
    From the snack bar like a coward
    Banjo ringing like it knows
    Every promise that I blew
    [harmonica chuckle]
    Out with the old
    Please take that mess with you

    [Chorus]

    Happy New Year, you beautiful weirdos
    Raise your coffee, your tea, your cheap champagne
    Healthy, happy, more-than-pocket-change heroes
    Prosperous on purpose, dancing in the rain
    Out with the old, in with the new
    I’m sending this baritone blessing to you

    [Verse 2]

    Fiddle saws my bad decisions
    Accordion sighs “mon dieu”
    I’m deleting all my doom-scrolls
    And my ex’s Netflix too (oops)
    Gonna floss my teeth on weekdays
    Call my mama when I should
    Out with the grudge
    In with the greater good

    [Chorus]

    [Bridge]

    [call-and-response, crowd shouts in caps]
    Who wants joy? — I DO
    Who wants sleep? — ME TOO
    Who wants love that fits like sweatpants?
    — YES PLEASE, AND SNACKS TOO
    We’ll gain wisdom, not more clutter
    Let the past year hit the road
    Harmonica laughs, fiddle flutters
    As we drop that heavy load [crescendo]

    [Chorus]

    Cover image for New Year Resolutions

    Cowritten with Suno

    4 min

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