Midwives To Metamorphosis: Remnants Of The Unborn Mosaic

by Okapi

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This album was recorded live in our Brooklyn apartment with a single Zoom H2 Recorder. We encourage you to view the lyrics while listening!

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released June 1, 2016

Scott Gorski: Double Bass & Voice
Lindsey Miller: Cello

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Okapi Brooklyn, New York

OKAPI utilizes bass, cello, and voice through unconventional juxtapositions to create an alternative sense of unity within their intimate orchestrations. Carrying satirical yet honest messages driven by existentialism and realism, they work to form a unique mosaic which stimulates the cryptic emotions often overlooked in everyday life. ... more

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Track Name: Partisan You
The moss spreads o'er our land
Laid to rest in shade by the blinding hand
Colors change and luster sustains
When mold is torn a new crescendo's born

Sirens cry out mournful drones
For what our loops have sewn
Relying on time to complete repairs
There's twig scaffolding on porcelain stairs

Reaching for petals of merlot
Fingers climb up her barbed rope
Painfully true, partisan you

Sugar on their tongues
Fluid pools in their lungs
Sweat it out, why lick it up?
Our own connection's a confection unspun
Track Name: Fear Of White Walls
Clear endings purge
Beginnings emerge
Buried gems ring bells below
Embodied canvas aglow

Trailing conscious delay
The smell of decay, predator salivates
Must enslave the prey

Foggy shield in the scope starts wielding its blur
Darkness creeping in, a'drape, a figure takes shape
Clarity falls short
Fear found its mort, which had failed to abort

Cryptic it remains, unknown, awaiting impulse
Eating up the breadcrumb trail, of an unexplored tale
White walls have paved - its allure and charm
The steadiness speaks no harm

Prying happy smiles with clean, fresh sterile style
Apathy ahead for miles, and more to compile
In this dry time, darkness will prevail
The crop you tend will surely fail

Over smoldering musk scents, sandalwood ferments
Whistles pitching high initiate tree roots' slide
Hypnotic pulses on animal skins
Present the smudge stick to its grin

Forced in a tight cell
Where thoughts mean to dwell; they swell
Will man cry when his wings are torn off dry?

Pregnant tongues howl
Adolescent eyes growl
Feed with exotic rinds
To birth the silver kind
Track Name: Upon The Clearing
Old gaping-gob, head ticks
Imploring seekers impound, surround
A stomach stirs when tainted tails erupt, blow up
Discharging such facetious... oh, mediations

Amongst these raging tides
Upon the clearing
Natives summon a celebration
Keeping the embers lit
Keeping the peace afloat
Pull them to our bosom
For a creation of elation

Reaching for a distant shore
Sea of clover
The closer to lust, the more he rusts
Dangling, frayed, and too late to delay
They pray and they prey
For robust and bold dismay

Consent to the setting sun,
As that dancing shell is hoisted up
Bones piercing bark, in spite of our little fellows

Marry thine body with its bright crystal beads,
Birthed upon their bronze provider

Outside advocates race for the dumb, delicious dew
Melting, falling,
To the parched domain of our departed ancestors

Heavy breaths, a fatal swoon
Slightly splitting beneath the open hides,
It leans in faint, quarreled opposition

Red berries are ripped from their polluted tree,
And the holes are covered with a brand new plea

A healthy branch is sprung from the congregation
Sucking thumb, looking into the sun,
Sensing the mosaic disarray
While harvesting the short-lived praise it soon will have to face
Track Name: A Sterile Draft
A silk cocoon has cradled its womb
A sterile draft has awaited my craft

Beasts align when the time is mine
Forcep hands bring inverted dance

We relay thoughts of our “inner-sense” lost
Casting beams feature naked sleeves

Wrenched into disfigurement
We summon up new measurement

Limelight dribble under lunar light
Conductive drivel under hypers' sight

The juice of fertility
The jewels of hostility
Track Name: Virgin Lips
His halo has lifted, it drifted away
The people who choose black or white, he paints grey
Knowledge and skills are his currency,
Their predictability a handshake

Their pillars once ripe, are brought down in one swipe
To make the land our church, and forgiveness - unheard
A shrine rebuilt for all seeking sure defeat
The ones who dare to dance, limber and discreet

Plucked from his tree, pulled off his track
Placed in captivity, with walls thick of glass
Displayed as a menace, an infectious seed about
Warning those who question convention and its clout

Collapsing on a thinly stiffened cot
And fighting the stench from a porcelain pot
A carving knife lies beside fruits that rot
A clever plot, but his spite's all he's got

His room sits amongst the union square
An invitation for all to come and stare
Disciples of tradition gather in his despair
The chairmen of conviction applaud for their snare

His roots retire
Under this enemy choir
Whittled and weak with desire
Entwined in a patient pyre
Track Name: The Fourth Wall
The air is plagued with sin, trembling within
Genetic lockdown, but absorption occurs
Blood boils behind regard
Letting weakness seap through the lard

Wander away to the hermit's hub
A kink in their hose is a “chemical flub”
But slip those depleted remains from shackled refrain

Infatuation with a blooming collage -
This idol of faith may be a distant mirage
Away from realist sustenance
Which repels thine brother's grasp

A vivid moment of lavish resort
Enlightens with primal intensity
Memory is conserved
Through one's own will to preserve
Track Name: Bundle's Bolero
Forming prophecies from all the smoke that's been released
Finally finding fortunes in the drunk, sunken tea leaves
Caught between the fields of green & seductive serpentines

A diluted resolution
Flails his arms for that fake farm
Hugging its feet for the blessed retreat

Pounding form into the dirt over rotting finds
Infertile and bitter with no means of taking flight
Soaking into the flytrap that robotic apes contract

Through ebb and flow with a coarse touch
Remove our inherent crutch
Prod the laughing foe to confront their chateau

Solitary ventures have fallen short in their packs
Blood of infectious broods leak into the source of facts
Lactations contaminated through the hostess' breasts

Cast them into the coiling flux
Forge your spatial communion
And sit in the garden I've eaten, in peace
Track Name: Nothing Short Of Rabid
Flound'ring 'bout from the hand to snout
A spout, a shout, but no sense of doubt
Beliefs aren't concrete,
Though they often seem sturdy to feet

Shrills and cries in a distant Nature's pride
Recede to their tide
And the wind subsides
As the homes puff their smoke, simple stride

Light concern never failed to rise
In blatant circumstance or surprise
What was “before” gathered years
That had been all but sore

Stomach morphos intend to grow
But the chronic fasting is slow
To stifle their crows
Leave the nest, while the rest still ingest

A clearing throat
A fresh new coat
A turn among the still
The ripples fade
The birds, they sang
Perched out among the hill

Vacate the crib
Pull out a rib
Shape a brand new taste
Though it seems calming,
A forced belonging
Must not be in haste