After recently moving back home, in Puerto Rico, I’ve had a lot of time to just lay at the beach, which is minutes from my house, and think about my roots/my life/my future/etc. Sun high, shades on, martini in hand… I started playing with a funny little concept my friends and I had when we were kids living by the ocean, called “The Lost Swak”; in were we decided we lived in a lost paradise. I’ve always held this idea very dear. Throw in a little folklore from “The Fisherman And The Turtle Princess” and this is what the song came to be…


::Lyrics::

There is a shack by the sea

Say, come with me

I’ll show you greatness

In your eyes you’ll see



Kick back and relax

No worry time don’t fly

The bird in the sky

The white sands

They made for you

Don’t be scared

But beware

A turtle’s back is for loosing



Is the Lost Swak

Sweet ol’ Lost Swak

Lonely Lost Swak



Sin and pray

Wet a cheek

A lost paradise

Kills you soft and sweet



Sun hot

Palm breeze

Your dreaming

Be witness

Your death on the beach



The whore in the shack

Your God and me

The friends and the rats

And the grave you dug

We cry for you

Nothing’s fair

Round or square

As you wake from the boozing



Is the Lost Swak

Sweet ol’ Lost Swak

Lonely Lost Swak