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Carousel (Part I)

by Okapi

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1.
Partisan You 03:39
Lyrics: The moss spreads o'er our land Laid to rest in shade by the blinding hand Colors change, 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 for 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
2.
Quarantine 05:07
Lyrics: His halo has lifted, it drifted away And 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 of 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, they 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
3.
Lyrics: 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 his 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 my 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
4.
Lyrics: 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 hyper's sight The juice of fertility The jewels of hostility
5.
Lyrics: 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 and 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 in the hostess' breasts Cast them into the coiling flux Forge your spatial communion And sit in the garden I've eaten, in peace
6.
Lyrics: Old gaping-gob, head ticks Imploring seekers impound, surround The stomach stirs when tainted tales 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 Surrender to the setting sun As the dancing shell is hoisted up Bones pierce the bark, in spite of our frothing fellows Marry thine body with its bright crystal beads Birthed upon their bronze provider Shedding, they cascade down To the parched domain of our departed ancestors Heavy breaths, and a fatal swoon Beneath the open hides, it gradually splits open wide It leans with a faint, quarreled form And red berries are ripped from their polluted tree, While the holes are covered with a brand new plea A healthy branch looms amongst the congregation Sucking thumb, and looking into the sun Sensing the mosaic disarray While harvesting the short-lived praise they soon will have to face
7.
Lyrics: Trudging muscles ache in heavy snow Body damp with freezing sweat in bitter cold Nightly wind cuts dry, brittle skin Stomach empty from a fruitless hunt Meadow below, distant lights show A tiny village nests beneath mountain shields So, I draw near the bustle of sounds rising From the tired evening silence Their hands held out to me With warmth, they take me in They clothe me in wool, While leading me to a crafted stool In front of cakes and ales Encircling laughs and dancing With no regard for daily chores But my glass is kept full Dawn beams unto thine face But there's no change of pace An absence of wear in their chase - It seems a trifle odd Yet I want to learn how this beauty is preserved No pain, but how can such things reign? They say I should refrain My thoughts are warned through persistence For to ponder is to wander away from paradise I insist on my help, and the peace breaks Fires are set ablaze Hypnotic movements form a haze Their actions turn aggressive and their words all become brash Their bright eyes become pitted and their smiles turn to snarls I fear the intent with their gaze aimed at me To become? Or to be chastised? I'll be on my merry way!
8.
Lyrics: The air is plagued with sin Trembling within genetic lockdown But absorption occurs Blood boils behind regard Letting weakness seep 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

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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.

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released November 1, 2018

Recorded June 10-12, 2018

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

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

Album Art - "Concert in the Egg" by a follower of Hieronymus Bosch, and based on a drawing 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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