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+cover:
+description = A portrait of Eli Mercer, looking a bit peturbed.
+file = eli-1499.jpg
+
+track_artist: Eli Mercer
+
+more_label: Lyrics  
+  
+--more  
+[A duet between Eli (male) and Socratessa (female), his devoted girlfriend]  
+  
+[Intro – spoken, reflective]  
+(So I'm sipping lukewarm Coffee in a diner off Route 10)  
+(A call from Socratessa Jones pops up on my screen again)  
+(I know what’s coming...)  
+  
+[Verse 1 – Socratessa, firm but caring]  
+Eli, you've had twenty years of schooling  
+And learnt every song ever written and every musical tooling.  
+But you can’t live forever on melodious grift,  
+Daddy says he needs a good worker on the day shift.  
+That road is long, playing music at bars full of cops,  
+Where no one listens, they just want you to stop.  
+The rent won’t pay itself, love won’t grow on broken bones.  
+Make me a Mercer; I'm tired of being a Jones.  
+  
+[Verse 2 – Eli, defiant, earnest]  
+But Tess, so the weathermen taught me how the wind blows,  
+Now I'm standing on the Watchtower, seeing how the future goes.  
+Dad told me, “Get a haircut and get a real job,”  
+But my dream keeps knocking, I don't care if I'm a slob.  
+Those old guys have had their day, now they're shouting at clouds  
+I'm getting stronger, far off the pavement, I'm free and I'm proud.  
+Something is happening here, but you don't know what is,  
+Do you Tessa Jones  
+  
+[Mini-Chorus – Eli’s leitmotif, melodic, uplifting]  
+I won’t let the real world crush my dreams,  
+Even when it’s harder than it seems.  
+  
+[Verse 3 – Socratessa, wry, realistic]  
+It’s a long way to the top if you wanna rock ’n’ roll,  
+You'll get ripped off, you'll get stoned  
+It aint easy playing one night stands.  
+And for every Rolling Stone  
+There's a thousand piano mans.  
+And not every soul with talent finds their mark.  
+You're derivative, Eli: where’s your spark?  
+Sitting at Motel California, halfway up the stairs,  
+With the dank smell of Colitas wafting up through your hair?  
+  
+[wild but clumsy guitar solo with a few bum notes]  
+  
+[Verse 4 – Eli, defiant but warm]  
+Sure, maybe I’m derivative, maybe I’m small,  
+But greatness grows with practice, after all.  
+I’m no algorithm spitting out a song,  
+I’ve got to stumble forward to where I belong.  
+  
+[Bridge – overlapping duet, bittersweet]  
+Socratessa: One day you’ll thank me for saving your skin.  
+Eli: One day you’ll smile when I finally win.  
+Both: The real world bites, but still we sing—  
+A dream is a fragile, impossible thing.  
+  
+[Mini-Chorus – Eli, softer, insistent]  
+Don’t let the real world crush your dreams,  
+I’ll keep on walking, stitch my seams.  
+  
+[Outro – both, gentle, tender resolution]  
+[Socratessa] Maybe work the day shift, sing at night.  
+[Eli] Maybe that’s the balance, maybe that’s right.  
+[Together] The dialogue continues, love and doubt—  
+[Together] Till the music finds its way out.  
+--more