Let the Ocean run orange...And the sky flash white...and fill my mind with dreams...stories of your visions through orange light beams...and i'll have scottie bring them up...in conversation where space wont fill up..Cuz stars ocuppy..the iris eye..white sky...and die...Leaving a fools gold dusting over crops...and they richly consume thinking that the wealth will never stop...when it never truly began..fate of a star repeated over and over again...But frankly this Ocean swims good...and cleans the fools dust to see it for what he should...Art that should not be consumed...but shared...Not a quick search for fame...or a ticket to wins life game..but the nice scratch you get from old Vinyl...That new sound we found from a Orange Channel