The steakhouse stack, with two beef paties, crispy onions and peppercorn sauce is the kind of McDonald's you take photos of to put pride of place on the mantelpiece.

Sure you'll need to make room, but you remember what your wedding day looked like.

The steakhouse stack, it's McDonald's and then some.

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participating restaurants only. From Spotify Studios, this is Dissect, long-form musical analysis broken into short digestible episodes.

I'm your host Cole Kushman. Today we conclude our season-long analysis of Blond by Frank Ocean. On our last

episode we unpack Blond's final track Futura-Free, a song that functions

similar to the rolling credits at the end of a film. We find Frank reflecting on the contrast of his life

before and after finding success while droning piano chords and Frank's

pitched up voice helped to evoke and amplify Frank's nostalgic ruminations.

I was being honest, I say long as I can fuck three times a day and not skip a meal

I'm good. I used to work on my feet for seven dollars an hour come

my mama like mama I'ma I'm making minimum wage mama I'm on mama I'm on

now I'm making four hundred six, 800 K, mama,

to stand on my feet mama.

Play these songs, it's that repeat mama, they're paying me mama.

I should be paying them.

I should be paying your line

it's to God.

On our previous episode, we had reached the end of the song

portion of Futur Free, noting that the full track is perfectly divided in half by the silence that appears

after the song portion and before the closing sound collage of home recordings.

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