‘Boys Don’t Cry’ magazine lyrics feature alternate version of ‘Blonde’

Blonde lyrics & CD, Boys Don’t Cry, pp. 176–177.

The centerpiece of Frank Ocean’s Boys Don’t Cry magazine is the lyrics and CD for its companion album, Blonde. Interestingly, however, the lyrics printed in the zine do not quite match the included album; instead, they document an unfinished version of Blonde amid its development. This discrepancy is likely a partial holdover from the first iteration of Boys Don’t Cry, which Ocean originally intended to release in July 2015. A similar production artifact appears in the magazine’s credits, which list several artists as “album contributors” who do not appear on Blonde or contributed only to its sister project, Endless.

The magazine’s lyrics list an alternate 12-track sequence of Blonde, including two songs omitted from the final, 17-track album. The most notable artifact is the unreleased song “Easy,” which features lyrical similarities with the Blonde track “Self Control” and the Endless track “Hublots.” Unique versions of “Nights” and “White Ferrari” from Blonde are also present, alongside a version of “Mitsubishi Sony” that appeared in the initial boysdontcry.co livestream of Endless but not the visual album released on Apple Music. All the track titles in the magazine are stylized in lowercase lettering, and two feature alternate spellings compared to their released versions: “night.s” (Nights) and “pink & white” (Pink + White).

Seven tracks from Blonde are absent from the magazine’s lyrics, suggesting they may have been finalized or added during later stages of the album’s development; these include “Nikes,” “Be Yourself,” “Self Control,” “Good Guy,” “Solo (Reprise),” “Facebook Story,” and “Close to You.”

Notably, the magazine’s lyrics do not correspond to the limited edition CD-R released with Boys Don’t Cry at pop-up shops on August 20, 2016. The CD-R features the same 17 tracks as the digital release of Blonde, but alternate versions of two songs: “Nikes,” with a closing verse by Japanese rapper KOHH, and “Pretty Sweet,” without Ocean’s opening verse. The lyrics for “Nikes” are omitted from the zine, and the lyrics for “Pretty Sweet” match the song’s digital release, rather than the CD-R. [Later reissues replaced the CD-R with an Audio CD that matched the digital album, although the lyrics printed inside the magazine remained the same.]

The Blonde CD is mounted on a plastic hub and nested within a circular cutout that runs across 16 pages. The “blonde kid” referenced by Ocean in the zine’s opening letter serves as the backdrop for lyrics that line the edges of the intervening pages. The photograph appears normally on the first two-page spread, while each subsequent spread is overlaid with a progressively more opaque blonde-colored filter, allowing for the lyrics to appear with better contrast. Interestingly, the first two pages with the filter are blank, suggesting they were added as placeholders for additional tracks.

Scans of the magazine and a transcript with its unique lyrics are provided below.


Scans:

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Transcript:


blonde

WORLDWIDE. LYRICS BY FRANK OCEAN. *EXCEPT WHERE NOTED.

© 2016 BOYS DON’T CRY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

  • pretty sweet

  • mitsubishi sony

  • ivy

  • pink & white

  • solo

  • easy

  • skyline to

  • night.s

  • white ferrari

  • seigfried

  • godspeed

  • futura free

[Lyrics for most songs match their respective album versions, excluding the four tracks transcribed below; text in bold indicates words unique to the magazine pages compared to the album versions; italics indicate a lyrical interpolation, highlighted in the magazine with a different colored text.]


mitsubishi sony

when the wind blows
that ain’t really loud couldn’t raise
his voice cause his wind gone
nigga sound like reggie
if life is a woman them walls gone
they ran thru her already
(i’m thinking)

my life is a virgin like wife in all white and
tonight i’m determined
to give her insight,
eat her right till she
creams till she writhes with delight
i’ll delay i’ll delay make her
pray to the pipe
make her worship this false phallic idol
i slide
deep inside not too deep not too shallow
i’m mindful of size
she’s chock full of my swipe like a capsule
sealed tight with that substance you need
start a family tonight
in this camry we might
mean this big body merc with the leather,
oak and the
LED lights
that i don’t even drive
i’m in London tonight
and it’s all over priced
the dollar been cheap than a bitch
tuberose and tulips
on the boxes you’re in
from the holes in your skin
hit the road and get rich
or stay home and get broke it’s your
choice in the end
yea they watching my fence
like they next to my kin
like they paid by the pope
got some priests by the door
frisk the demons before they step
into my glow


easy

i saw you
chinese birthday
with a strawberry icee
channeling morrissey
were we at the rave
dancing horribly
pulse went thru my face
and my clear backpack
sonic sound you made me

i know you’re in here somewhere
you came with someone
there’s something you need
hope you don’t think i’m easy
what starts inside these hallways
always comes and goes
i come from nothing
like you come from nothing
light as a laser
cut from the navel
till it’s dark as a plum
back where we’re from
don’t take life so serious
if you find another
he could sleep right here
between the two of us
i’ll move over some
i hope he don’t think i’m easy
between the three of us
there’s no one sleeping cold
nobody said it would be easy

with you on my mind
i’m scared to think alone
ohh why was it never this easy
the windows raise to show us
daylight’s come again


night.s

round your city
round the clock
everybody needs you
no you can’t make everybody equal
although you got beaucoup family
you don’t even got nobody being honest with you
breathe till i evaporated
my whole body see thru
transportation handmade (g)
and i know it better than most people
i don’t trust em anyways
you can’t break the law with them
get some pussy have a calm night
shooters killing left and right
working thru your worst night
if i get my money right
you know i won’t need you
and i tell you
(biiitch)
i hope the sack is full up
i’m fuckin no i’m fucked up
spend it when i get that
i ain’t tryna keep you
can’t keep up a conversation
can’t nobody reach you
why your eyes well up
did you call me from a saiyonce
you are from my past life
hope you’re doing well bruh
i been out here head first
always like the head first
signal coming in and out
hope you’re doing well bruh
everybody needs you
everybody needs you
oooh nani nani
this feel like a quaalude
no sleep in my body
ain’t no bitch in my body

new beginnings ahh
new beginnings wake up akh
the sun’s going down
time to start your day bruh
can’t keep being late on me
you know you need the money if you gon survive the
every night shit
the every day shit
dropping baby off at home
before my night shift
you know i can’t hear none of that spend the night shit
that kumbaya shit
wanna see nirvana but don’t wanna die yet
wanna feel that na na though
could you come by
fuck wit me after my shift
you know them boys wanna see me broke down and shit
bummed out and shit, stressed out and
shit that’s everyday shit
shut the fuck up i don’t want your conversation
rolling marijuana that’s a cheap vacation
my everyday shit everynight shit
my everyday shit everynight shit
night shit
night shit
night shit
night shit

i’m buck now
i’m peaked out
i’m in the red like chyoon chyoon chyoon
on they heads like chyoon chyoon chyoon
remember that
them hands yea
them strokes oh don’t watch that
we both know
you used to be my everyday
every night shit

i’m buck now
i’m peaked out
i’m in the red like chyoon chyoon chyoon
on they heads like chyoon chyoon chyoon
remember that
them hands yea
them strokes oh don’t watch that
we both know
you used to be my everyday
every night shit

all my night
been ready for you all my night
been waiting on you all my night
i’ll buzz you in just let me know when you outside
all my night
you been missing all my night
still got some good nights memorized
and the look back’s getting me right

(wet, wet)

every night fucks everyday up
everyday patches the night up
on god u should match it
it’s that ko
no white lighters
till i fuck my 28th up
1998, my family had that acura
aww the legend
kept at least 6 discs in the changer
back when boswell and percy had it active
couple bishops in the city building mansions
all the reverends
preaching self made millionaire status
when we could only eat at shoney’s on occasion
after trina hit i had to transfer campus
your apartment out in houston’s where i waited
stayin with you when i didn’t have a address
fuckin on you when i didn’t own a mattress
working on a way to make it outta texas
every night

dropping baby off at home
before my night shift
you know i can’t hear none of that spend the night shit
that kumbaya shit
wanna see nirvana but don’t wanna die yet
wanna feel that na na though
could you come by
fuck wit me after my shift
you know them boys wanna see me broke down
bummed out
stressed out
everyday shit
shut the fuck up i don’t want your conversation
rolling marijuana that’s a cheap vacation
my everyday shit everynight shit
my everyday shit everynight shit


white ferrari

they treat you rough out there
but we’ve got alcantara everywhere
ferrari

bad luck to talk on these rides
mine on the road
your dilated eyes
watch the clouds float
white ferrari
had a good time
i let you out at central
i didn’t care to state the plain
kept my mouth closed
we’re both so familiar
white ferrari
good times

i care for you still
and i will
forever
that was my part of the deal
honest
we got so familiar
spending each day of the year
white ferrari
good times

(in this life)
you love me still and you will forever
you got that part of the deal
we got so familiar
running my hands thru your hair

white ferrari
had a good time
(in this life)

one too many years some tattooed eyelids on a facelift
mind over matter is magic i do magic
if you think about it it’ll be over in no time
(and that’s life)

i’ll drop you off and in a few months
we’ll talk again
when you need a break
which part of the circle will you stand on
you keep doing the dance wrong

i’m sure we’re taller in other dimension
you say we’re small and not
worth the mention
you’re tired of moving
your body’s aching
we should vacay there’s places to go
clearly this isn’t all that there is
can’t take what’s been given
but we’re so okay here, we’re doing fine
primal and naked
you dream of walls that hold us in prison
it’s just a skull
least that’s what they call it
and we’re free to roam

like a mirage
always one step ahead
where we belong
i’ve got a son somewhere
he’ll be picking up where i left off
i might name that boy ferrari
he’ll meet a girl named
altashonda
he’ll treat her soft like alcantara
my brain is soft like alcantara
my hands are rough i’m iguana
your hair is long are you nicaraguan
i can’t go soft i’m viagran
you want it all
you’re always one step ahead
where you belong

*The Beatles, ‘Here, There and Everywhere’


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