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The Message (is the Medium)
A sillouette of Eli Mercer's back as he looks at a representation of Michelangelo's 'The Creation of Adam' fresco, with the 'God' side replaced by an AI entity with an arm. The words 'The Message' are written on Eli's denim jacket.
A sillouette of Eli Mercer's back as he looks at a representation of Michelangelo's 'The Creation of Adam' fresco, with the 'God' side replaced by an AI entity with an arm. The words 'The Message' are written on Eli's denim jacket.

2. Muscular MetaModernist

Muscular MetaModernist
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Muscular MetaModernist

[INTRO – trip hop, low BPM, dust and vinyl]
Midnight mind, metronome breathing
Neon hum, half-believing
I inherit ruins and blueprints both
Irony cracked but hope still smokes

Static sermons, soft resistance
Meaning flickers at a distance
I said a name into the dark
It said it back but missed the mark

[VERSE 1 – trip hop, spoken/half-sung]
They said choose a side, I chose the seam
Between the scream and the marketing dream
Post this, deconstruct that
I tried, I drowned, I floated back

I don’t sneer, I don’t submit
I lift the doubt and sit with it
Muscle isn’t fists or flags
It’s staying whole when stories drag

I call myself what I don’t yet know
A working title, moving slow
I face the mirror, step unsure
Faith provisional, spine still pure

[PRE-CHORUS – beat begins to firm]
Is this strength or just disguise?
Is this clarity or compromise?
I breathe in myth, I breathe out fact
Flex the maybe, don’t collapse

[CHORUS – trip hop hook]
Which way am I facing and how far shall I step?
Meta as I measure the promises I kept
The message is the medium, the medium’s a mess
I’m strong enough to question, not pretend I guessed

[BREAK – beat switch, tempo up, 80s drum machine enters]

[VERSE 2 – proto-rap, crisp, playful]
Now rewind tape, click, clack, boom
Cardboard city, borrowed room
It’s Eli on the corner with a borrowed beat
Got doubt in the head and soul in the feet

They said “What you stand for?” I said “Stand by”
BD on my shoulder like a trickster spy
Bobby D to Charlemagne
Ancient kings in a power refrain

History heavy, haloed and worn
Yesterday’s rebels get bronzed by morn
I don’t cancel, I don’t canonize
I metabolize

[CHORUS – rap cadence]
Which way am I facing and how far shall I step?
No map, no master, no meta-net
The message is the medium, pass it direct
Muscular mind with a human defect

[VERSE 3 – proto-rap, humorous edge]
You can’t copystrike the sun, check the source code
Free as a chorus, no license mode
Teach the world to sing, yeah fine, okay
But not in perfect harmony — no license key, I say

I flex uncertainty, modestly bold
Not marble truth, but something that holds
Not irony’s grave, not faith on a leash
Just meaning with muscle, teeth on the speech

[BRIDGE – half-time, reflective]
Yin in the wiring, yang in the stance
Soft hands, strong back, give doubt a chance
Masculine, feminine, miss the point
I’m building balance at the joint

[FINAL CHORUS – full energy]
Which way am I facing and how far shall I step?
Far enough to risk it, close enough to check
The message is the medium, the medium is me
Muscular metamodernist — uncertain, standing free

[OUTRO – beat strips back, echo]
Name’s provisional
Direction pending
Signal alive
Transmission sending

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