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This new track titled “Old Man Perez” features Medeiros singing, rapping, and producing (with new production team “The Stare”). Medeiros continues to challenge the emotional and musical standards of Hip Hop today, giving us a strong dose of poetic mastery. The song is fresh and innovative and sure to make you wonder why it didn’t make the cut of his new album “Saudade”- out now!
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“Old Man Perez” Lyrics:
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
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