1. |
Again
05:15
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The fool, he pleads again
He’s taken to his knees again
The Queen, she shows again
His cup, she overflows again
His roses thrive again
His garden’s come alive again
It’s filled with birds again
His pen is filled with words again
His little bauble’s dubbed ‘Sir Much’
His stone gets rubbed back into touch
His old clothes fit again
His wit somehow gets lit again
His marotte’s mind reflects his own
It’s seated deeply in her throne
She seems impressed again
But she says, “it’s all in jest” again
Ah, ah, ah
He winds the world again
Her canvas is unfurled again
He spies a crack again
He flies her Union Jack again
The tale is told again
Her chest is full of gold again
Her breeze, it blows again
There’s feeling in his prose again
She lashes down the central mast
The favor gets returned at last
Who would have guessed again?
His compass points due west again
He steers her from both fore and aft
But neither seems to float her craft
He roams the docks again
With warm rum on the rocks again
Ah, ah, ah
The shepherd buys the myth
Though he be mortal mere again
This goddess he lies with
She whispers in his ear again
His wooly brain gets tickled
By the hand of Fate again
Her cloistered walls get knocked up
Now his crook’s gone straight again
Spinning the coarse yarn
With his brothers in the hood again
He ties one on and says
A bit more than he should again
To prove he doesn’t play the liar
He palms the pearl again
Her jovial sire’s so filled with ire
He’d like to hurl again
And again, and again
And again, and again, and again
Olympian skies are rent
As niter bolts fly through again
His herding tool gets bent
His prospects become few again
Clothing her shell, she fares him well
And leaves him naught to smell but ewe again
His blood, it heats again
His heart, it finally beats again
He squeals like Pan again
He feels like half a man again
He throws his shoes again
He’s bare-hooved with his muse again
He jigs and reels again
His head’s over her heels again
He slept until a quarter passed
A grain in Saturn’s hourglass
The play can start again
‘Cause Eros hit his heart again
And how could such a florid faun
Not turn this maiden’s iron on?
And he may yet again
But she’s playing hard to get again
Ah, ah, ah
©2016 Purple Satyr Publishing / CD Baby Publishing
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2. |
Solar Apotheosis
03:26
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You are the bright, opalescent daughter
Queen of the continents of the moon
I am the beast bent to bring your water
Swift and soon
Let me press you with purpling pleasure
Comets crash from within your eyes
Of all the palaces of tender treasures
Yours is mine
Let me take you in the golden fields
Of ready wheat and rye
Together we will plunge into the sun and die
Let me hold you in the twilight
‘Neath the silver spread of stars
The dome of heaven crowns
Around this love of ours
Voices trumpeting, flame and fire
Beating light into white hot glass
In all the languages of ancient landscape
We are free at last!
©2016 Scott Henry Fray / CD Baby Publishing
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3. |
Masquerade in Bubastis
07:50
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Between the fiery stars of Nut
Empty space is vast
Inspiration’s absolute
But the shine don’t seem to last
To the strains of a one hole flute
The jester’s nights are passed
‘Til even Ra’s moved to bare his fruit
Dock the plasma barge and discharge Bast
Still this divine puss, she needs
A little post to scratch
And that on which her fever feeds
The fool, he strikes a match
A newly kindled passion breeds
The muse’s torch gets passed
Ask Venus, even she accedes
He’s coupled in some cosmic dance with Bast
Her consort he’s appointed
His scepter gets anointed
They trip the night so cryptic
They waltz on the ecliptic
A moth drawn to the fire
She flies like Icarus, higher
Her shiny coat starts peeling
The kitten underneath revealing
She beckons him to baste her
His brush can almost taste her
His chops, he can’t stop licking
Her painted teats are sticking
Maat’s pinioned moment’s waxing
His moral code’s relaxing
The eye of Thoth is waning
But there just ain’t one damned soul complaining
Oh, no, no
Her precious little tail, it sways
From side to side
Osiris and his dead she’d raise
How’s he to keep his shenti tied?
His nuggets melt under her gaze
Into the crucible he’s cast
May be to Isis that he prays
But he dedicates his obelisk to Bast
This yarn, he likes to toss it
That line, he’s yet to cross it
One taste of her oasis
His stuff comes out of stasis
Her age, he’s contemplating
Keeps he this kitty waiting
Keeps she an ember burning
His privileged member yearning
That burdened beast might tire
His passport might expire
Best he to take the Bee Line
And make this flaming feline
His age, she did debate it
But Geb helped her carbon date it
And yet she’s still caterwauling
And it’s under her sweet spell the joker’s falling
©2016 Purple Satyr Publishing / CD Baby Publishing
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4. |
The Reaping Crone
05:21
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The Reaping Crone rides the sky
Sweeping, reaping
The old and the dead are to her hearth fires led
By the twinkling of her eye
Drawing down the harvest moon
Silver tongue, with an ancient rune
Across the veil, returns the tune
La, la
La, la, la, la, ah, lo
La, ah
Far as the eye, the eye can see
The rolling hills, the wild and free
And a thing out of time is born in me
I am old, yes, it's true
The holy oak, the rowan tree
The sap; the wine—the soul; a seed
As I am quickened and I have need
I love as she loves through me
The Reaping Crone rides the sky
Sweeping, reaping
The old and the dead are to her hearth fires led
By the twinkling of her eye
Swaying soft, her breath of trees
Her crown: the stars—her womb; the seas
And a thing out of time is born in me
I am old, yes, it's true
As ash is Adam, and elm is Eve
And Mother Korn, the laden sheave
As I am quickened and I have need
I love as she loves through me
©2016 Scott Henry Fray / CD Baby Publishing
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5. |
Odysseus’ Reprise
05:51
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After sharing his lemon, my first mate laid odds
Against me growing to favor the fruit of the goddess
It’s true, the Fates had me a long age adrift
But I found your lush isle, and I bared my Greek gift
For six blissful years we did breakfast in bed
I think I might actually have been overfed
For the time came when my spermies started to snooze
And not long after Hermes delivered the news
And now I miss you Calypso
I miss the warmth of your kiss, oh
I swear the memory still burns in my heart
Our tongues did the tango
Your yin did my yango
But destiny yanked them apart
Still I can taste you Calypso
And those nectarine lips, oh
You laid a spread, I just followed my hunch
You were saucier than Circe
And if Zeus yet had mercy
He’d have me back at your table by lunch
I fancied a life with some warmth I’d have won
But the climate's grown cold beneath this Ithacan son
Yet one suitor denies me my impassioned reprise
Strung and pluck, I but play second lyre to Christ
The same drama unfolding nigh every night
A vessel full of seamen left high and dry
To a pantheon of gods I’ve most humbly appealed
But it seems that my fate's been hermetically sealed
But I want to thank you Calypso
You really raised my midship so
Your winds were favorable right from the start
But all the while they were blowing
I had no way of knowing
It’d be the last time I’d pour out my art
Aw, come and take me Calypso
To be held dear and gripped so
I’m growing senseless from pounding my fist
This wine-dark sea that’s between us
Just leaves poor Polyphemus
Without a reason at all to exist
“I’ll fulfill all your wildest desires,” you purred
And, unlike those damned sirens, you made good on your word
Every day you made certain my myth got enlarged
And the old, Trojan warrior got honorably discharged
I’ll call your isle ‘home’ Calypso
Let Homer say I was whipped so
He knows but half the odyssey I’ve endured
My logic’s simple Calypso
You're a nymph, facto ipso
With you my deck’s daily swabbing’s assured
Well you can have me now Calypso
Come have your way with your hips, oh
Living without you, well, I might as well be dead
My ever bedroom-eyed weaver
Oh, why did I ever leave ya?
I must have been out of my head
I must have been out of my head
I must have been out of my head
©2016 Purple Satyr Publishing / CD Baby Publishing
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6. |
The Eighth Wonder
05:48
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I was in the green wood trick-or-treating
I came upon some Wiccan chicks meeting
They gave me candy
It tasted dandy
But I found the bliss to be too fleeting
They said, “well, Sheela you can savor
If you feel you’re man enough to brave her
In yonder hollow
She’s poised to swallow
You merely need to sign this waiver”
I was oh, so excited
I was dancing a reel and a jig-ee
As I sped down the trail
On my way to nail Sheela na Gig-ee
Now the wee ones find me most appealing
I’ve had young Pygmy women squealing
Had midgets moaning
Some gnome girl groaning
A Lilliputian priestess kneeling
And though it’s size the guys are flaunting
My little apple’s never left Eve wanting
As for her daughters
I’ve snaked their waters
Some say their garden I’m still haunting
As a rule, chicks could make
A right satisfying meal of my fig-ee
(Make a meal of his figgy)
Well, the insatiable exception
Was the Sheila called Sheela na Gig-ee
I made my way up to her altar
I prayed my fella wouldn’t falter
I asked for blessing
Began caressing
She anointed me with oyster dressing
And then the walls closed in around me
Her mammoth lips, they up and downed me
She stripped me naked
Said, “hey, let’s make it
You’ll never find a place more sacred”
I thought I’d seen most every wonder
I never thought to look for one down under
And goodness gracious
Her place was spacious
Her expectations most fallacious
I was in about as deep as one can get
That's when she asked me, “is it in yet?”
I couldn’t jive her
We didn’t jibe
Her Volvo was just too big for my driver
When my raised mast sailed past their islands
The Sirens observed a moment of silence
My dinghy one fifth
The stuff of Greek myth
Their lips were sealed like virgin hymens
But when Odysseus made the same trip
And those same birds eyed his massive flagship
They sang some shanties
They shed their panties
They tempted him with their steamed clam dip
Sure, and he was the first
To get Circe to squeal like a piggy
(Yeah, she squealed like a piggy)
But even his girth proved worthless
When he tried to pork Sheela na Gig-ee
After sex with the Goddess
You might feel like a ciggie
But you’d best watch your ash
If you’re still inside Sheela na Gig-ee
©2016 Purple Satyr Publishing / CD Baby Publishing
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The lettuce heads cried, “don't chop us in half"
And they screamed for their vegetable lives
The cook just smiled, and he let out a laugh
And his eyes shone like knives
The cream separated, and the milk was skimmed
And the fork ran away with the spoon
The curtains were drawn, and the lights were dimmed
And music filled the room
A chorus line of new spring chicks
All tender to the taste
One by one jumped into the mouth
Of a hungry King Henry VIII
King Henry
Let me sit here by your side
And tell me
All good things you would confide
I don't mean to seem indelicate
Don't think that I'm ungrateful
But I'd rather be an ally
Than be stuck on your plate, oh, whoa no!
Food chew be bop
Food chew be bop
Food chew be bop, food chew
Food chew be bop
Food chew be bop
Food chew be bop, food chew
Food chew be bop
Food chew be bop
Food chew be bop, food chew (Ooh, wah, wah, wah)
Food chew be bop
Food chew be bop
Food chew be bop, food chew (Ooh, wah, wah, wah)
The meatmen brang a little loin of lamb
And cut a keg of oaken wood
But we all dined on tofutti and spam
Just as the civilized should
The king and all his cousins made up a baker’s dozen
So tell it to the farmer in the dell
To never mind the stuffin' and the feudin’ and the fussin’
And the Frog Prince in the well
The fat queen rolled out a peal of a snort
And laughed as the cider got hard
"Off with her head!" the king was quick to retort
And it rolled out across the yard
King Henry
Let me sit here by your side
And tell me
All good things you would confide
I don't mean to seem indelicate
Don't think that I'm ungrateful
But I'd rather be an ally
Than be stuck on your plate, oh, whoa no!
OH NO!
Food chew be bop
Food chew be bop
Food chew be bop, food chew
Food chew be bop
Food chew be bop
Food chew be bop, food chew
Food chew be bop
Food chew be bop
Food chew be bop, food chew (Ooh, wah, wah, wah)
Food chew be bop
Food chew be bop
Food chew be bop, food chew (Ooh, wah, wah, wah)
©2016 Scott Henry Fray / CD Baby Publishing
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8. |
The Not So Divine Crisis
07:19
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The little rooster’s soul, it ailed
Trothed as he was, his ‘doodle’ failed
His morning mantra didn’t flow
The couped-up cock just couldn’t crow
A grounded bird with buried head
Most free-range chicks mistook for dead
His midlife funk affected all
‘Cause the Sun Goddess didn’t get her wake-up call
‘Twas in this hour dark and dire
The Gods, they grasped the cock’s desire
Empathy had they for his sitch
But no clue how to scratch his itch
They understood the why and when
“His quill needs dipping now and then”
They’d just have to hook up the rooster right
With some goddess who’d be willing to shed more than light
“Kanayama’s mettle isn’t all that warm
She won’t exhibit her lodestones in their raw form
Her iron will, it will not waver”
“Tatsuta truly has one fine veneer
But she’ll only let her golden gown fall once a year
A brief affair, too cool to savor”
“Benzai-ten’s last two hands are locked in prayer
She’s oh, so occupied, t’is but her soul she’ll bare
Exposing her puritan flesh for none but her savior”
“Fuji, she is sometimes known to flash
But it'd be rare to see her air more than her hot, white ash
Who’ll do the little rooster a little favor?”
“How about luscious Uzume?
She can get our little feathered friend to sing
She’ll be such a breath of fresh air
It’ll really get his little weathervane to swing
She’ll do a little dance
Then she might do a little bit of song
But five hundred yen says she won’t keep
Those little silk panties on for very long"
Cock-a-doodle
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
“She’ll take the job despite the size
She’ll get that downcast cock to rise
She’ll treat him to her very best
Very soon we’ll all be feasting on white thigh and breast”
Now ‘Zume sang the silkworm ode
She urged the rooster to unload
Stroked his pecker once or twice
Thawed his calloused claws of ice
His paltry little soul, he searched
For what seemed years, the bird, he perched
Below, a red hot chakra burned
As his spitted giblets slowly turned
He came out of his pious trance
She squirmed inside her tantric pants
Pulled and peeled her sushi fruit
The fowl, he up and followed suit
They got down on both twos and fours
They buffed and shined her bamboo floors
Despite the mythic thorns, he chose
To pluck that sweet, pink Tokyo rose
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Her cockle, did, his noodle, do
When dawn cracked, he felt good as new
His raucous crowing woke the dead
And the Sun Goddess, finally, she got out of bed
©2016 Purple Satyr Publishing / CD Baby Publishing
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9. |
Ode to Pan
04:23
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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
©2016 Scott Henry Fray / CD Baby Publishing
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10. |
Night Cap
05:30
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One summer evening in the realm of Fae
The minstrel passed some nectar Nyx’s way
She cordially invited him to stay
His lyric flowed like liqueur to her lips
She quelled her desert thirst with frequent sips
She placed her offer at his fingertips
Taken by a kiss of Nyx
A trinket in her bag of tricks
Briefly their elixirs mix
He took her home to meet his mythic beast
The little critter had to be released
He laid a table for the bitter feast
She served an aperitif to wet his fife
He whet her appetite and strummed his strife
He ate his heart out, she licked the knife
Smitten by a smack of Nyx
The memory of her lips, he licks
That little gypsy’s juju sticks, yeah
He croons the tune as he constructs the cage
The fool, he frets up on a makeshift stage
His ancient vintage finally comes of age
And he just can’t contain his bacchanal rage
Libations pouring freely from his song
Quicksilver rising in his pagan prong
And far too little flux for far too long
Makes wrong seem right and right seem oh so wrong
He raised his empty glass in emphasis
His quest could be for nothing less than bliss
He took the path to her Kallisti kiss
She led his horse up to the gates of Troy
She pulled her evening shade and twirled his poi
She rocked his little world and girled his boy
Graced with but a trace of Nyx
Nails fell from his crucifix
Goddess bless the pixie chicks
No more than a pinch of Nyx
Erato gives the boy his fix
A nine to realign his six
Yet another kiss of Nyx
The court astrologer predicts
He’s counting Saturn’s tocks and ticks
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
©2016 Purple Satyr Publishing / CD Baby Publishing
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Mother of all eternal tongues
Panic, wracked in rapturing
Spatter the sky in a milky way
To light a ladder from night to day
Mother of all arising suns
A Gaia-lactic gathering
Spilling silken syllables as stars
Like scintillating solar flowers
Mother of all galactic man
Embracing all in its span
Mother of all galactic man
Embracing all in its span
Mother of all galactic man
Embracing all, embracing all, in its span
©2016 Scott Henry Fray / CD Baby Publishing
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12. |
Green Mountains
05:07
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For days I’ve walked these green mountains
All for to find my doe-eyed love
In rain and cloud, for days uncounted
With stones below and storm above
All for this river to join her ocean
Refusing nothing, no tide too much
She bids me follow o’er the green mountains
With shining eyes, so full of love
Once I had gold and I had silver
Brocade and linens and furs to wear
I am still rich with copper fire
Curled in this locket, a lock of her hair
The ravens call o’er yellow birches
Circling high in the thundering sky
Each step that falls along my searches
Is captured by their watchful eye
Ah, ah, ah, ah
For days I’ve walked these green mountains
All for to find my doe-eyed love
I’m led to follow o’er the green mountains
Her shining eyes, so full of love
©2016 Scott Henry Fray / CD Baby Publishing
(Traditional Melody)
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13. |
Odin’s Resignation
06:13
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Ain’t no joy in Asgard
Frey is raining tears
Balder kicked Hel’s bucket
And confirmed my worst of fears
The cocks aren’t crowing
And the harp's not strumming
But trust me, Ragnarok is coming
Sleipnir threw me Wednesday
On my way to work
He texted me on Thursday
He’d run off to join le cirque
Don’t need no runestones
When Norse gods sink to thumbing
It must mean Ragnarok is coming
Heimdall’s in his tower
One hand on his horn
He used to watch over Bifrost
Now he surfs the ‘net for porn
My top-notch watchman
Polishing his plumbing
Ten krone says Ragnarok is coming
My birds are bickering
My brain, they done encumbered
Frigg’s flame is flickering
Our nuptial days are numbered
Those dwarves are whistling
And Freya’s feeling reckless
Before the day of reckoning comes
She’ll have a brand new necklace
And it won't be from me
At least there’s some good news
Amid all this waste
Loki has assured me
My Valkyrie are being chaste
But Thor’s hammer’s pounding
The sound is numbing
It sounds like Ragnarok is coming
Brunhilda’s warming up
I hear her humming
Ragnarok is coming
That’s all folks, Ragnarok is coming
©2016 Purple Satyr Publishing / CD Baby Publishing
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Pan Galactic Greensboro, North Carolina
Scott Fray and Robert Reiser met at an advertising agency in the 90s. Both loving the complex sonic landscapes created by 70s Prog Rock bands, they set out to create some worlds of their own. They chose the half-pagan, half-celestial name ‘Pan Galactic’ as it not only gave a nod to their eclectic spiritual beliefs, but also gave them the creative license to fuse as many genres as they desired. ... more
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