The 12th Music (This Is Not a Song)
Luis H. Rocha
At school, it all starts early
The system is calling your name
First high grades, first high goals
The pattern repeats, always the same
You need the best grades
Better than all of them
Everyone around you
Or no, no, no
You won’t win
If you win, maybe you’ll be free
Study more, it’s better to fool yourself
Just produce, more, more
So your parents can approve of you
The nights in college
Are behind us
Who drinks more
Things I can’t say
Who did more
Cars or motorcycles
Who ran faster
More craziness
Who went further
Way too far
In the office where I work
Where’s my promotion?
I worked all year
No, no, no
Not this year
Meanwhile, it’s necessary
In the palm of my hand
Followers and likes
In the virtual world
I admit, I want to confess
I really don’t know
What real life is like
Outside the places
Where I pretend to be
Every day, any day
You have to hit the goal
It changes all the time
Now, right now
Double the goal, without delay
And somewhere in my head
Janis keeps saying
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes-Benz
Life is passing by
I'm always ahead
An exemplary life
And your children
Where are they now?
Mine went much further
My boat is the biggest
Bigger than yours will ever be
And my champagne, my caviar
I don’t even know
How much they cost
But I know
I know
I know
Every goal they gave me
I achieved
Each one of them
I did everything right
It’s easy to see
I'm much better than you
This is not a song
It’s the twelfth song
A necessary requirement
Delivered on time
Because every
Every
Every goal
Must be fulfilled