Pale Blue Dot EP

by Mr. J. Medeiros

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released 20 February 2012
Written by: Mr. J. Medeiros
Produced by: The Stare

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Track Name: Pale Blue Dot feat. Giannina Ashe
Now I was born on an island
Floating in the cosmos
With a couple of children
Who like to call it home
Just a sailing rock
Yeah a pale blue dot
Where they say we aint changed a lot
Since our days in Rome

This is the anti extremist
Silencing the religious
Who vandalizes our dreams
Using violence to find forgiveness
The un-chosen die in explosions minding their business

Find them frozen their bodies as open as Zion’s wrists is
This is spiritually inept
This is my soliloquy I bet
This is politically correct
If your politics and Molotov hits don't intersect
You see the war don't convince me
You see the Lord I see it more as Theodore Kaczynski
You got your knees to the floor sure as your prints be
Wrapped around a block of C-4 pow your minced meat
And now you’ve blown it
Using physics your god is distant and don't condone it
Using mystics to bomb your critics and your opponents
You a bigot, misogynistic and homophobic

Now I was born on an island
Floating in the cosmos
With a couple of children
Who like to call it home
Just a sailing rock
Yeah a pale blue dot
Where they say we aint changed a lot
Since our days in Rome

And now they invested in the industry
See how they left these kids with no empathy
Death by a stray and no sympathy
The message conveyed
I mean McVeigh'ed, Timothy
Too many with tall dreams
Who are getting every penny by any and all means
It’s a scene
You caught by the hook and lasso
Cus you fought for a look with that crook and castle
Don't sow me no casket
They so c.e.o. pathic
Im drastic im so n.e.o.classic
You mask it that Gangster act im way past it
You think your wealth will medicate it
But you don't think for yourself
You hesitate it
I celebrate a drink to your health
Your cell awaits it
Raise your glass this is for the self-educated

Now I was born on an island
Floating in the cosmos
With a couple of children
Who like to call it home
Just a sailing rock
Yeah a pale blue dot
Where they say we aint changed a lot
Since our days in Rome
So take me out
Pass these satellites and things
To where the only light we know shines the globe
Yeah take me out into a spaceman's glance
And give me one last chance to pray for home
Track Name: Old Man Perez
And when you hear this song
Measure you in years
Will the fingers of the blind
Find pleasure in your tears
Falling from your face
The way it wets your cheeks
And rests upon your lips
With this salty taste you speak

And those words form grounds
The pressure to exist
In a world with no one around
Is it the fear of a man
Or the fear of these mirrors and hammers
Falling down
I am Old Man Perez
I am as cold as any hand in death
I am what is left
A smile made of lead
A palladium's head
A small pile of geraniums
Red as the earth now thrown
The surface now grown
Into the fleshy remains of roots now shown
Shes all covered
I'm uncovered
In the science of sleep the two become lovers
As sparrows do
Defining beauty in the order of life
If Camus knew
if Jean-Paul saw
In a room with no exit
You are beyond the walls

I'm searching for a face
In the sweating of the stones
Who robbed me of my faith
And said I'm better off alone
A writer gets away
A character set free
Though everything I am
Says he was better with Marie
But who knows
Maybe we’re just too young
To young at heart
So we go back to where we’re from
To gain our start

Now she and I are the same
Left to our eyes in the rain
Left to despise why we came
Left to the mind I am Cain
Able is my will to survive it again
And yet I do
if I never hear a yes I do
Kept by you I am but a trade I am just business
The patron Saint of lost interests
Like the bike you rode
In the street light left behind
When the times got old
I am just a taste
The face that you took and forgot
In a space full of books
And I am locked in the hook to a song
I have no looks
I do not play a long
My home
My bone and marrow
I am alone
I am the only sparrow

Frightened by the moon
The silence of it all
It lightens up your room
The nightingale she calls
Passing through the sky
Reminding you to sleep
The world is full of guise
victory defeat
victory defeat
victory defeat
victory defeat
I am your stranger now
Times are stranger
Track Name: These Hands feat. The Nigel Bird Trio
I had it all in my hands but couldn’t hold it
I was more then anyone could bare or
Dare to share a home with
Unprepared
I was owned quick
Undeclared as my own skin
Hands of cold brick
Struck till everything I’ve known was spit
And cut from everything I’ve grown too
Thick
Is the air I now breathe
Where will thou feed
If in there I found peace
If in here I found streets
And behind every smile an aisle of sharp teeth
That defiles all we say admire and might think
Desire
The well of fire the dire and I drink
The miles I run a day
The mire of my sleep
Remind me summer day of the time my eyes peeked
On a love that was worth mine
Over the earths crimes
When my first cry searched for its worth
Ones birth reversed
And saw my mother for the first time

With my eyes the only hands that hold
In my mind the only man
This planet can never own
I am time
The granite
The sand pit
The bone
The rock unmovable
Man split the stone
I am home
With the only my death as a reply
For my soul is still thirsty for that breast in the sky
What is left for the lie
A page with no marker
And a day with no martyrs I’m saying I’m no rotter
I am purpose
The thought that has surfaced the moon
I am worth what you sought
Through the work of the womb
On my earth I am swooned
Lying in my ink
For miles it runs a stain
I smile in my sleep
Remind me summer day of the times my eyes peeked
On a love that was worth mine
Over the earths crimes
When my first cry searched for its worth
Ones birth reversed
And saw my mother for the first time
Track Name: What of Love feat. Jonathan Korsyzk
And now their saying we're saying we're just too young
We're too hung up on the prospect of true love
But who are they to choose
They never really knew us
I'm yelling in the streets that grew us
The melody in Moonstruck
Now that's amore they all say
Amuse me
Accusing me of always falling prey to movies
Or maybe it's the hallways
Of Orsay musee that moved me
Measuring a youths dream on shoe strings
As if a beggar can be choosing
As if I'm better of alone just to make it less confusing
I take a breath
I take a few things
I make a left
I feel the stress of what the future brings
And it feels like living
I peel right passed them
Turn the wheel and forgive them
When your real life flashes
Through the seal of eye lashes
Run the reel
Sign action
And still time's asking of love

What of love
That feeling that tears away
The ordinary day
What of love
Don't dare me to say
There's just no other way
What of love

O.k. so now I'm petrified
It seems I might have skipped a step of pride
Had written checks
But didn't check to see what should be kept inside
Love was unexpected
I guess it's just my eyes
Which never once reflected
The sum of my investment in time
It was mine
Never could I foresee
Leveraging the four C's
Now I'm thinking wise
While I'm at the store without the ring size
Smiles from the door man
Reminding I'm a poor man's dime
Why's it so complicated
My momma never stopped and waited for a rock
My pops could not have paid it off
On a pizza mans wage
Of course the marketing defeats a mans say
The force which is quick to divorce
Epiphanies from the source
And stick you with the cost at Tiffany's
Who'd a thought
We'd still be amazed by the poets and plays
While the question on the podium remains
Of love

What of love
That feeling that tears away
The ordinary day
What of love
Don't dare me to say
There's just no other way
What of love
Track Name: These Hands - Animal House Remix
I had it all in my hands but couldn’t hold it
I was more then anyone could bare or
Dare to share a home with
Unprepared
I was owned quick
Undeclared as my own skin
Hands of cold brick
Struck till everything I’ve known was spit
And cut from everything I’ve grown too
Thick
Is the air I now breathe
Where will thou feed
If in there I found peace
If in here I found streets
And behind every smile an aisle of sharp teeth
That defiles all we say admire and might think
Desire
The well of fire the dire and I drink
The miles I run a day
The mire of my sleep
Remind me summer day of the time my eyes peeked
On a love that was worth mine
Over the earths crimes
When my first cry searched for its worth
Ones birth reversed
And saw my mother for the first time

With my eyes the only hands that hold
In my mind the only man
This planet can never own
I am time
The granite
The sand pit
The bone
The rock unmovable
Man split the stone
I am home
With the only my death as a reply
For my soul is still thirsty for that breast in the sky
What is left for the lie
A page with no marker
And a day with no martyrs I’m saying I’m no rotter
I am purpose
The thought that has surfaced the moon
I am worth what you sought
Through the work of the womb
On my earth I am swooned
Lying in my ink
For miles it runs a stain
I smile in my sleep
Remind me summer day of the times my eyes peeked
On a love that was worth mine
Over the earths crimes
When my first cry searched for its worth
Ones birth reversed
And saw my mother for the first time
Track Name: The Thank You Song (Bonus)
In the beginning
Before the music made itself a living
I was driven
Or maybe driving
Up on the Boulevard of Linden
We were reciting
We were just children
Searching in a city with no buildings
Feeling like if this work
I’ll flip this dirt and quit work
The lost days with Josh Abeyta and Chris Church
In the Izuzu I Mark
Buckled in ridding till the sky dark
At a Charlie Huddleston height
Started growing with these words
Between these burbs and those farms
Throwing up T-Bird with both arms
Got a call from Gaulden told me to go all in
And face them now that’s adjacent to a Jason
Now that’s the place we have been placed in
I found the escape in a painting
By Nathan Travis
Caped in the Nation of gratis
Giving thanks cus I had this

And now my understanding of the market
Examining my thoughts
And the candied remarks
You take with Makers Mark
And a talk with Samy Arbid
Make it so a carpet by any other color is a carpet
Celebrity or not if it led me to a chart
Then let it be from art and integrity
If not then just let it be
It’s said to me with every purchase
Know what your worth is
To those who have to search below the surface
To rally round what you say
Like Peter Shalley in the U.K.
Amanda Reusser and Guillame Labrouze
Your helping hand gave me the tools to be in the booth
I’m giving you thanks I didn’t go through banks
Drawing checks where most drew blanks for new tanks
Ya’ll invested in a dream digest it as a team
Shout out to Jesper and Dramane Brown for that green

I’m sending these thank you’s and respect due’s
To the few who use their dollars to reflect their views
To the blue collars who give and the trust fund kids
It’s the trust one gives even if just one bid
It’s the honor it brings it’s the motto one sings
It’s the Rocky Mountain West and Colorado Springs
It’s demanding its fans like Jonathan Cannon
It’s survival it’s Gerald Wyble
And man standing up to weakness
Shout out to Bruno Vuittenez
And anybody who know ‘s what type of speech this is
If you did like the Thorntons Joe and Sara
Given support to over throw an era
I want to thank for all the respect you give
Because a lot of fans don’t but a lot of fans did
Track Name: Books and Pastels - Stro Remix (Bonus)
Sit and listen in cus this is when pen and strict discipline
Inflict a sentencing quick as minutemen and glycerin
With nitro see how the night glow bleed out your type o
You fight foes no insight though see how your dice rolls
It's snake eyes when stakes is high
You blame the sky cus you played the line
Aiming Claiming you ain’t afraid to die
Now tame your pride and bread bragging
You know that's red flagging
Night of the living dead no head and leg dragging
Is how they’ll leave you
Use to have a lid but now its see through
The truth is now these kids know how to be you
It's disgusting the way they slip drugs in every ghetto
While the thugs and the trust fund kids hung Gappetto Acting sleazy burning in the hands of God
Rapping is easy learning to be a man is hard
Like standing guard for the famine and parched
With a candle to spark
Like you handling the arch starved masses
Got they art in a stand still
Their heart on an anvil
They caught by the hands in the dark that arched Atlas
I mean that's all that is you know
And still I got lyrics to go

And now they invested in the industry
See how they left these kids with no empathy
Death by a stray and no sympathy
The message conveyed- McVeigh Timothy
Too many with tall dreams
Who are getting every penny by any and all means
It’s a scene when you caught by the hook and lasso
Cus you fought for a look with that crook and castle
Don't sow me no casket
They so c.e.o. pathic
Im drastic im so n.e.o.classic
You mask it that gangster act im way past it
You think your wealth will medicate it
But you don't think for yourself you hesitate it
I celebrate a drink to your health your cell awaits it
Raise your glass this is for the self educated
And still I got lyrics to go