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Pareto's Carousel

OLNI
Female vocal, original voice identity, low mezzo-soprano, smoky, intimate, clear and dry studio tone, close-mic, expressive but restrained, emotionally tense, light occasional vibrato only at the end of long phrases, never constant, never wide, never sweet, no wailing, no folk coloring, no backing vocals, solo vocal only, voice never changes regardless of music style; bright jazz groove, fast-moving city-drive feel, immediate lead saxophone from the first beat, bright brass accents, heavy bass, dry punchy drums, clean and full-bodied mix, strong motion; verse: restrained and tight, chorus: bigger, catchier, more lifted, bridge: breakdown then rebuild, final chorus: biggest hook, extra brass, extra drive; medium-fast to fast tempo, tight groove, catchy hook, memorable earworm chorus, not pop, not cinematic, not industrial, minimal reverb, hard ending; vocal enters only after the instrumental intro, authoritative and driving vocal character, no vocals outside the lyrics
V5.5

The fair's been standing since the world began, Someone's at the lever, running the plan, A Lion or a Fox, they take their turns, While you're on your horse, and the whole thing churns, Wind in your face, what could feel more free? You never look down at who's turning the key. Round and round goes the carousel, Lions and foxes, you know them well, You think you're riding, but hear me now — You're the one who's turning the wheel somehow. The Lions take the lever, standing proud, Order and discipline, shouted loud, Smooth and steady, the ride feels so right, Til they tighten the bolts a little too tight, The wheels grind slower, your smile starts to fade, You miss the thrill you felt when you first got played. Round and round goes the carousel, Lions and foxes, you know them well, You think you're riding, but hear me now — You're the one who's turning the wheel somehow. When enough of the riders start to moan, The Foxes slide in and take the throne, Loosening everything with a velvet smile, Oh it feels so easy for a little while, Til the bolts go rattling, the whole thing shakes, And you're praying for the Lion's iron brakes. Lion to Fox and back again, Same old story, a different skin, You think the power's up there somewhere, But your own frustration is the hand on the gear. Round and round goes the carousel, Never stopping, oh can't you tell, It's not their hands, it's your own sway, You pass the lever, paw to paw, every single day.