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Carousel (Part II)

by Okapi

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Carousel 02:43
He fulfills the beast he was born to be Under guides who gauge his brawn And apprehend the weak beneath, Finding no faith of his own Though we all pull from the same flame She carries the torch, as she was taught Without igniting her own Amongst ornamentations of our carousel We all look out to see Kaleidoscopic views beneath The blurred but indiscreet Revealin' a motion suite Often left unnoticed, we step off its course Into the stillness of a fugue-state While stumbling in its tow A stupor of clarity disarms The warm numbers of marching piles For no longer do they dilute the stale taste Held in the open mouth of a stumped face Your own cement shoes bind you to the love and justice, true The carousel still turns But porous minds will be tapped into Then wrought dry for their aesthetic stew
Dilated eyes may help one praise the satyr's side Compelled by themes so subtly disguised But when terms of contrast slowly stretch thin They turn wary of their aching skin Can the realist point out delusion? Or are they just blind to our most dire times? Is letting them be, setting evil free? Is waiting to pull up the roots of fate much too late? The door of compliance shan't gather moss Mobility puts the mind of intimate loss at ease Hanging from a hope that won't elope The hills are steep - plagued with yearnings, endlessly deep A fool's been tamed, and so resumes our silly game Tired, he peers through the teeth of honesty's choir Waiting for Saint Nick to bludgeon him on the head With gifts to help alleviate this Earthly dread Armed with an indiscernible language This voice projects a muted frequency bridge Never to be heard by those who don't care But to resonate with the lustrous soul, aware
The Hand 03:23
Days soon turn late, offering up our dirty plate Limbs are weak, though the mind's not beat But for just a moment, they take a seat Then from below, like the ugly bridge troll The covert anchor pulls toward the hand, which speaks intent Of some wriggling divine plan The body chokes in its dense, composed repose If your grasp is short, and temper's alike That quick-slipping grip may spike a sharp, cursed reich And those who strike will end up on a pike So, while you carry out your sentence of life in fluff toil Know the hand's coy hydra coil Will bring you into Earth's soil Before you get to swallow the spoils
The Ferryman 03:17
Their demigods are figures of the past Praised for their outcast contrast Yet they aim to replicate all that their majesties hate As the unsung heroes of the present are left famished And without a stamp, they're left abandoned If there's a desire to persuade They'll only sense doubt in your ways Advice from their device guides to entice Passions that are discarded when new updates arise Though each day never lets go They're just too aloof to ever know The burden of accumulation will linger and hiss Consciousness is a curse, as ignorance is bliss Behind the walls that they've built They are deep beneath their quilt and warm facade It feels secure and safe amongst the mob Riding the wave of some collective, muffled voice So far apart from reality's swollen heart They drain the blood from their own From high up on their throne and reap the loot, feeling astute But at the root, they're just some remnant pile of bones – Catacombs of someone else's relic moans Crushing skulls in hell-bent march Feasting on insecure à la carte Only the victors will do the writing for us While the seconds all go to waste There cannot be creation from destruction If the liberated spores are all erased
A vast frontier coaxes the will of one Within the embrace of absurdity But when purgatory emerges in loops and chains The victim basks in surreal lamentation Then from the fog, appears tribes of garnished masks Breed for their dimness and utility Armed with their chic clubs, sharing mirrored interplay Convinced they make inherent idleness graceful Though weak, their numbers are high They advance in parallel, hitching to a tailcoat path Solo in thick company, blocking the deviant Drifting in tandem, forming whirlpools at random Speaking for all, they take our name Aimlessly trapping the ripe in their net of hype Soiling reputations within their mediocre frame Ears are boxed if fresh sounds escape Eyes are blinded and the vision stolen if a new way is seen Tongues are cut from the mouth holding bad taste If bright minds rise above the cold, dense darkness Stories will shed on the present Abandon course, and there'll be no trace to follow Placing the reigns of fate in callous, red hands
Are you “The Child”, or just an oaf of this mercy mild? Set out to sea! Art thou now free? We'll see! Was there betrayal of a soul once lone and feral? Will "Nothing" congeal? Is evil real? Feel! Can you see beyond the trees? Did you climb the highest peak? Have you found comfort in the mirror that you chose to hold? Do you see you, or those who froze? Who knows? Warming your bones with thoughts of eagerness that once rose But, now you wait. Where is the bait? Too late? Shivering in this year's first rain, Molting your cares away Reach for the clouds in desperation – you gave your vows! Turn on “delight”! No room for “fright”! Alright! Harness the laws the child kingdom once had you gnaw on They once seemed trite, but now are quite finite Eternal youth comes in a mead of blood and honey
Wild Animals 03:41
How hard, and for how long, can one scream Into the silent stillness of a dream? The heart is strained, Losing its voice from infinite exclaim A soft caress from a consoling breeze May bring contorted ones down to their knees The hands are sore, Lying before some empty frontier door This wall I've pushed against is solid brick, And not knowing how thick still makes me sick The boulder falls From my shoulders, exhaustion has me crawl The infantry retreats to the long journey home, alone Their emotions burned bright But now are numbed, muted, and out of sight Are my wild animals now free, Or in their cage, by carousel decree? If part of them is still awake Will they know what's at stake? ...


The "Carousel" represents the environment around us that's created by external forces, which have the potential to shape us as individuals. It's meant to keep us stationary and perpetually distracted by enticing lights, fun music, and colorful objects which prevent one from stepping off its secure, predictable, and cyclical course. The world outside this realm seems blurry and bleak by comparison, but it's one that's pure and honest. To step off this moving carousel is to embark on a personal journey of confronting the true reality, as well as oneself.


released October 15, 2021

Recorded by Greg Norman at Electrical Audio in Chicago, IL
Mastered by Bob Weston at Chicago Mastering Service in Chicago, IL
Produced by Okapi

Scott Mitchell Gorski - Upright Bass, Voice
Lindsey Paige Miller - Cello

Songs, Lyrics, and Concept by Scott Mitchell Gorski
Cello Parts written by Lindsey Paige Miller

Album Art - "The Conjurer" by Hieronymus Bosch


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Okapi Asheville, North Carolina

OKAPI is a duo which utilizes upright bass, cello, and voice through raw, intimate orchestrations driven by honesty and philosophical content. We advocate the conscious confrontation with reality, rather than the subconscious avoidance or distraction from it, and encourage individual awareness, freedom, and healthy growth. We hope to inspire consciousness in all those who are willing to listen. ... more

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