
This episode features a poetic exploration of writing and creativity centered around Blurt.blog.
I clock in late With ink on my thumb My coffee tastes like A rent check come I type my trouble I type it clean On Blurt dot blog Where the coins turn green The page says hello The page says pay I write my little truth And it floats my way [Pre-Chorus] A little flair A little sting I shake the dust Then I let it sing [Chorus] Blurt dot blog Pay me now Blurt dot blog Show me how I lay it down You lay it on Blurt dot blog And the day gets gone (Blurt dot blog) (Blurt dot blog) [Verse 2] The viola sighs Like an old silk door The trumpet winks At the hardwood floor My words wear heels My words wear lace They spin for a tip In a crowded place The tuba walks With a landlord grin I write one post And the week comes in [Pre-Chorus] A coin-sized spark A comic glow I chase the muse Where the good bits go [Chorus] Blurt dot blog Pay me now Blurt dot blog Show me how I lay it down You lay it on Blurt dot blog And the day gets gone (Blurt dot blog) (Blurt dot blog) [Bridge] If the town gets stern I turn it sly Put a bow on dread And a wink in the eye Piano bones And a paper moon I earn my bread In a crooked tune [Final Chorus] Blurt dot blog Pay me now Blurt dot blog Show me how I lay it down…
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