Pan Galactic - Ode to Pan Lyrics

Pan, Pan, of hairy hock
Of loping gait and split shoe falls
Clatter and clack from rook to rock
Girdled by birds in a flurry of calls
Twists in your cum-curly nest of flock
Musky with all, from brim to balls
And girding the ironwood root of your cock

Pan, Pan, of fey-like wiles
Brown into black, your stag eyes shine
Twisting limb and leer beguiles
Mounted, my will is not quite mine
Given your inches, taken your miles
Dance your advance, come fast from behind
Assure and succor with coyote smiles

Pan, Pan, of rage and rut
Laying us bare in unbounded urge
Howling and driving us from the gut
With crescent scythe, ecstatic to surge
To sever from soul, to take in the cut
Laying all but the strong to be purged
And leaving us free to glory and glut

Pan, Pan, your bullroarers wheel
Syrinx wailing, open arms flung
In abandon to heaven, you rock and reel
Dancing deliverance, speaking in tongues
To quicken the prick, benediction to feel
Let the chill of the night and the song fill our lungs
Move us with tunes to exalt and to heal