The Gospel Of Otto [Intro — church organ alone, single chord held, congregation settling] [organ chord hold x4] [choir breath in together] [organ slow progression bar 3] [silence one beat] [choir enters] [Olay Section — full gospel choir, call and response, joyful and irreverent] [choir call] OLAY OLAY OLAY OLAY [choir response] HAPPY FUCK THE COPS DAY [choir call] OLAY OLAY OLAY OLAY [choir response] OTTO SHOWED US THE WAY [full choir together] OLAY OLAY OLAY OLAY LET THE PEOPLE SAY OLAY [Verse 1 — male narrator, warm, telling Otto's story, strings enter soft] He came with a camera and a whole lot of nerve He stood on the sidewalk where the sidewalk was his He did not flinch He did not fold He just kept filming and the choir kept singing because that is what you do when somebody shows up and does the thing everybody else was too afraid to do [Pre-Chorus — strings build, hand claps enter, kick approaching] He called it like he saw it He saw it like it was No filter on the facts No apology for the truth Otto watched the dog and the dog watched back [Chorus — house kick drops, dubstep sub enters, choir and orchestra locked] OTTO THE WATCHDOG STANDING ON THE CORNER OF RIGHT OTTO THE WATCHDOG BRINGING EVERY SHADOW INTO LIGHT HE HELD THE CAMERA STEADY WHEN THE PRESSURE SAID PUT IT DOWN OTTO THE WATCHDOG THE REALEST FRIEND THIS SIDE OF TOWN [Drop 1 — dubstep wobble, choir stab chops, organ pulse, celebratory groove] [bass drop] [choir stab chop x4] [wobble pulse x4] [organ hit bar 3] [hand claps lock] [breathe] [Verse 2 — narrator warmer now, community named, tribute deepening] He was there in the chat When the stream needed someone He was there with the words When the words mattered most The kind of friend who does not make a big deal about being the kind of friend who does not make a big deal He just showed up Same as he always did Camera in hand Truth in pocket Ready for whatever the day decided to be [Pre-Chorus — strings fuller, snare roll, something emotional arriving] He called it like he saw it He saw it like it was No performance in the presence Just Otto being Otto every single time [Shit Is Fucked Section — choir strips to small group, organ only, reverent and real] [small choir soft] Shit [pause] is [pause] fucked up [pause] stuff [full choir answers soft] and Otto said it first [small choir] Shit [pause] is [pause] fucked up [pause] stuff [full choir] and he was never wrong [Bridge — piano only, narrator close and personal, no percussion] There are people who see the thing and look away and there are people who see the thing point the camera at it and say exactly what it is out loud in front of everybody Otto was the second kind Every single time without rehearsal without hesitation without asking if the room was ready The room was never ready Otto did not wait for ready That is the whole lesson That is the whole gospel Show up Point the camera Say the thing Same time tomorrow [Final Chorus — every layer returns, full gospel choir dubstep orchestra locked] OTTO THE WATCHDOG STANDING ON THE CORNER OF RIGHT OTTO THE WATCHDOG BRINGING EVERY SHADOW INTO LIGHT HE HELD THE CAMERA STEADY WHEN THE PRESSURE SAID PUT IT DOWN OTTO THE WATCHDOG THE REALEST FRIEND THIS SIDE OF TOWN [Outro — organ returns alone, choir hums soft, one voice carries the olay home] [organ slow chord x4] [choir hum underneath] [one voice solo soft] olay olay olay olay [choir answers barely above a whisper] happy fuck the cops day [organ final chord holds] [silence] [one organ note] [gone]
