“Minnaar Money” – rock song by Steven Minnaar and Disruptive Force
Lyrics:
He paints in silver, dreams in gold,
Every brushstroke buys his soul.
No kings, no banks, no paper chains,
Just love and time in his veins.
He trades his days for something true,
A living treasury born anew.
“This is Minnaar Money, the art of the trade,
Beauty you can hold, but never betray.
A sovereign heart in a world gone blind,
Scarcity of truth, abundance of mind.”
He spends his art to feed the flame,
Each piece released bears his name.
Fifteen hundred set free to roam,
The rest sleep safe in their home.
He moves through time like minted light,
A proof of work in black and white.
“This is Minnaar Money, the art of the trade,
A canvas coin the soul has made.
Freedom brushed in silver and fire,
Love, life, and liberty conspire.”
No gallery gods, no paper priests,
No price can own what never ceased.
A whisper, a promise, a stroke of peace,
His art’s his word, his world released.
“I trade what I create.
I live what I paint.
I spend my beauty into being.”
“This is Minnaar Money, born of grace,
A mirror, a muse, the human face.
Scarce as gold, yet free as air,
The art of abundance everywhere.”
“He paints in silver, dreams in gold,
Freedom framed and beauty sold…”