Mike Scott
Scottish musician, who became famous as the founding member and chief songwriter of the musical group The Waterboys.
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Come with me on a journey beneath the skin
We will look together for the Pan within.
At sea on a ship in a thunderstorm
on the very night the Christ was born
a sailor heard from overhead
a mighty voice cry "Pan is Dead!"
So follow Christ as best you can
Pan is dead — Long live Pan!
I have heard
the big music
and I'll never be the same
something so pure
just called my name.
I pictured a rainbow
you held it in your hands
I had flashes
but you saw the plan
I wandered out in the world for years
you just stayed in your room
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon.
Flags, rags, ferryboats, scimitars and scarves
every precious dream and vision underneath the stars
You climbed on the ladder
with the wind in your sails
you came like a comet
blazing your trail
too high, too far, too soon
You saw the whole of the moon!
Some say the Gods are just a myth
but guess Who I've been dancing with...
The Great God Pan is alive!
You're trying to make sense
of something that you just don't see
You're trying to make sense now
and you know you once held the key
But that was the river
this is the sea.
The stars are alive and nights like these
were born to be sanctified by you and me.
Once you were tethered
now you are free
That was the river
this is the sea.
He's like a man you'd meet any place
until you recognize that ancient Face
The Great God Pan is alive!
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