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Masquerade in Bubastis

from Mother​’​s Milk by Pan Galactic

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lyrics

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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from Mother​’​s Milk, released May 26, 2020

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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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