Anything from Y U by Antun Opic

I could have been anything
I could have been anything at all
But I’ve been walking on this dirty road
Yes I’ve been wearing my ragged coat

I could have been anything
And now you say anything would suit me better than this
But I’ve been working hard on this hole in my pocket
I was proudly drilling that leak into my bucket

It could have been easy
But that would not please me
I’d rather be dragging all the fists to my face
Itching for the scar that leaves a trace

Your concentration camp is full
There’s no space left for me
Not the quiet anonymous death

I could have had anything
Yes I grew up where there is plenty of all
Here we got the rice of the plate of an indian farmer
And the pot from the stove of my african mama
Mama, mama, mama

I could have had anything
But anything I have is weighing heavy on my back
Anything I have just keeps me home
Anything I have turns me to stone

Your conentration camp is full
No space left for me
Not the quiet anonymous death
That you had planned for me
Your concentration camp is full
And now get out of here
And I’ll tell anyone I will meet on this earth
What you had planned for me

Your conentration camp is full
No space left for me
Not the quiet anonymous death

• Folk
• Rock
• blues
• singer-songwriter
• songwriter
• Munich