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-cover:
-description = A portrait of Eli Mercer, looking a bit peturbed.
-file = eli-1499.jpg
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-track_artist: Eli Mercer
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-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.  
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-[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