Culebra - Ed Schrader's Music Beat

In a warmer state with a clear blue sea

We layed on the beach under golden moons

Culebra in February

A statue’s head under the leaves

We drove out in the morning up from old San Juan

The consulate saluted and we had a little rum

Culebra, a spoken myth into the trees over the leaves

See your tunnel vision

Lazy mister

Strewns about and skips the dishes

I’m approaching Valhalla by now

See your dumb ambitions

Switch volitions

Cast a net and pray for fishes

Shoot my foot

Always a «Kick Me» sign on my head autographed by me

Culebra!

Culebra!

Culebra!

Culebra!

We had no transmitter and my last cigarette

We slept in the forest of an old state park

The coqui frogs beckoned to sleep

A ferry to an island dream

We roar like lions but I hide like thieves

Don’t wanna wake the gods from a slumber deep

This trail is worn and so am I

Culebra, a distant island

See your tunnel vision

Lazy mister

Strewns about and skips the dishes

I’m approaching Valhalla by now

Culebra!

Culebra!

Culebra!

Culebra!