I am what could be,
I am what could be.
I wonder why I'm not what I
Dreamed I could be, but
I am what could be,
I am what could be!
No more. No less. No want.
No need. No can. No can't.
No sin. No taunt.
No uncle. No aunt.
I'm the first pic in the panel,
Yeah, I am the first pic in the panel.
It may be the last panel to be seen,
Or maybe the panel has never been!
Yet, I trust them when they say that
I am the first pic in the panel!
No more. No less. No want.
No need. No can. No can't.
No sin. No taunt.
No twists, no turns.
No rubs, no burns.
That's destiny!
I am what could be,
I am what could be.
I wonder why I'm not what I
Dreamed I could be, but
I am what could be,
I am what could be!
[Slow, almost intoxicated drag]
I am the first pic in the panel...
I am the first pic in the panel...
A panel that never was.
-- Pradeep K (Prady)
Style:
Upcountry folk song with acoustic guitar, banjo, and hand percussion. Rustic, porch-singing vibe. Chant-like repetition in the verses. Hymn-like refrain "I am what could be" sung with rising intensity. Gravelly male voice, raspy and weathered, delivering lines with grit. Earthy, mystical mood with communal feel.
