Frank Ocean, one of the few R&B singers whose music I actually like, released an album recently called Channel Orange. Song #9 is called "Crack Rock." The chorus contains the lyrics
Crack rock crack rock
Hitting stones in glass homes
You're smoking stones in abandoned homes
You hit them stones and broke your home
Crack rock Crack rock
In the song, he sings the words "Crack rock" almost as if he were a drug dealer calling out to passing cars. It is very catchy. In fact, yesterday I found myself wandering around the apartment saying "Crack rock crack rock" apropos of absolutely nothing.
My girlfriend would say, "I have to go in to work tomorrow from one to five."
My reply: "Crack rock crack rock."
You get the idea.
Here's my question. If those lyrics are such a mindworm for me--who has never smoked crack--I wonder what kind of effect it is having on crackheads. After all, I imagine that they're walking around all day thinking about crack . . . how to get some and where to smoke it.
As they are walking along the street thinking "Crack crack crack crack crack crack," which perhaps is a reasonable estimate of a crackhead's mental activity, suddenly a car passes the crackhead with the window down, and the car replies, "Crack rock crack rock."
And they have their answer. They will purchase some more crack rock.
I wonder if Frank Ocean just invented a new two-word language.
Or what about former crackheads who have rehabbed well enough to stay clean? I can only offer one piece of advice. Do not buy them this album.
Crack rock crack rock
Hitting stones in glass homes
You're smoking stones in abandoned homes
You hit them stones and broke your home
Crack rock Crack rock
In the song, he sings the words "Crack rock" almost as if he were a drug dealer calling out to passing cars. It is very catchy. In fact, yesterday I found myself wandering around the apartment saying "Crack rock crack rock" apropos of absolutely nothing.
My girlfriend would say, "I have to go in to work tomorrow from one to five."
My reply: "Crack rock crack rock."
You get the idea.
Here's my question. If those lyrics are such a mindworm for me--who has never smoked crack--I wonder what kind of effect it is having on crackheads. After all, I imagine that they're walking around all day thinking about crack . . . how to get some and where to smoke it.
As they are walking along the street thinking "Crack crack crack crack crack crack," which perhaps is a reasonable estimate of a crackhead's mental activity, suddenly a car passes the crackhead with the window down, and the car replies, "Crack rock crack rock."
And they have their answer. They will purchase some more crack rock.
I wonder if Frank Ocean just invented a new two-word language.
Or what about former crackheads who have rehabbed well enough to stay clean? I can only offer one piece of advice. Do not buy them this album.
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