"What do you think my brain is made for
Is it just a container for the mind?
That big grey matter."
Lyricism in abundance
Dear Ocean,
Continue your Orange
Haze
Flipping Channel
in Sierra Leone
Only to Start
Thinking About You
Sweet Life is all but in our grasp
We're Super Rich Kids but this isn't Just Money
Pyramids to hold our possessions
We should make sure we use Fertilizer
On the lawn before we go
Crack Rock dear Pilot Jones
Let's get Lost until we see
White skies and Monks
Following a Bad Religion
Forrest Gump will meet
Us at the End
Tell us what life is, Frank,
One more time.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 4:31 PM UTC
"What do you think my brain is made for
Is it just a container for the mind?
That big grey matter."
Lyricism in abundance
Dear Ocean,
Continue your Orange
Haze
Flipping Channel
in Sierra Leone
Only to Start
Thinking About You
Sweet Life is all but in our grasp
We're Super Rich Kids but this isn't Just Money
Pyramids to hold our possessions
We should make sure we use Fertilizer
On the lawn before we go
Crack Rock dear Pilot Jones
Let's get Lost until we see
White skies and Monks
Following a Bad Religion
Forrest Gump will meet
Us at the End
Tell us what life is, Frank,
One more time.
I tried to incorporate all of the song names of Frank Ocean's "Channel ORANGE" album. For those of you who have not heard of him/listened to his music, please listen to him; he's a fascinating musician. His song "Monks" is actually where I found my hellopoetry name.
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