Despite his acceptance of absurdity, a quirky individual still feels as though the world contains infinite possibilities. His perspective changes only when redundancy, predictability, and formulaic processes begin reigning over the community, encapsulating anyone who falls within its societal perimeter. The mass surrounding him is fueled by ever-evolving aesthetics and other superficialities that block him from his intended path. Because he unwillingly lies within their boundaries, they categorize and speak for him, but will never include him, because the individual mentality threatens the credibility of their collective power. When he tries to deviate, the perimeter shifts with him. Anything he creates is filtered, diluted, or stolen by the group, but the ideas are never allowed to transcend their barrier. He realizes that if one has the strength, courage, and wit to rise above this wall, an unfiltered bit of honesty may leak into the public consciousness. But if one does not fight, they'll be lost in the mass, inevitably feeding the monster they once tried to elude.
lyrics
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
credits
from Carousel (Part II),
track released November 5, 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
OKAPI is a duo which utilizes upright bass, cello, and voice through raw, intimate orchestrations driven by honesty and
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