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Pan
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Poem set to Irish melody. Arranged for voice, guitar, fiddle, mandolin, tin whistle, cello and percussion. Every instrument is played by Brahm Stuart AKA Shaman Starseed except for the cello, played by Mark Stewart.
SHAMAN is a Celtic and World music oriented musical group with their own blend of music to raise ecological and social awareness which they call "Earth Music".
Song Info
Genre
World World Fusion
Charts
Peak #95
Peak in subgenre #17
Author
Brahm Stuart/Traditional Irish melody
Rights
Brahm Stuart
Uploaded
May 03, 2010
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB 128 kbps 3:43
Story behind the song
Written to the tune of an Irish slip jig, "The Humours of Whiskey" while hitchhiking across France in 1984. The subject matter of "meeting Pan" was inspired by reading a book "The Magic of Findhorn" in which there is a chapter about a fellow meeting with Pan at the Findhorn community in Scotland.
Lyrics
I was a'wandering, wandering, I was a'wandering far away, I was a'wandering, wandering, Deep through the woods on a merry day... I was a'frolicking, frolicking, I was a'dancing beneath the woods, I was a'frolicking, dancing and There I saw Pan, oh how tall he stood... What a magnificent being ! For here was the lord of the forest, All of the birds were singing Together as if in a chorus... Pan is the devil, the devil, Pan is the devil so stay away, Pan is the devil, the devil, Oh, that's what the Christians of old did say... I don't believe you, believe you, I don't believe what you've done to him, I don't believe you, believe you, I deem he is innocent of your sins... He was playing his pipes and All of the leaves were a'dancing, His feet were hooves in the dirt, That were always a'jumping and prancing. Pan is the spirit of spring, When all of the buds are unfolding A torrent of sap that's a'rising The power of life he is holding... I was a'wandering, wandering, I was a'wandering far away, I was a'wandering, wandering, Deep through the woods on a merry day... I was a'frolicking, frolicking, I was a'dancing beneath the woods, I was a'skipping along When I ran into Pan there beneath the woods... He said aren't you afraid, The church they call me the devil, And now everyone runs away, For they all believe I am the devil; But I've been around a long time, My songs have been overflowing, For I am the sheperd of Nature, Of all that is living and growing...
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