Pan

Words Me, Music Suno

https://suno.com/s/ZQShJpofKFYf22Xi

Based on physicist Wolfgang Pauli’s obsession with the number 137 and his collaboration with Carl Jung, who explored mysticism and the unconscious

[Intro]

I'm summoned to a dank room

Somewhere in the forest of Arkadia

Finding myself in the center of symbols

Hastily chalked in red on the floor

[Verse 1]

Pan and his flute laying in a sea of dark red

Pauli in the corner chantin one three seven

Jung takin notes while sittin on the bed

Solomon janglin keys, one three seven is eleven

[Chorus]

Eleven are twos to make the unseen seen

Pan took me to places I've never been

His magical flute playing was most divine

I fed on his grapes and enjoyed his wine

[Verse 2]

Pauli found what he was looking for

Only it was behind the wrong door

I know what's troublin' Pauli so

Pan had a habit of not taking no

[Chorus]

Eleven are twos to make the unseen seen

Pan took me to places I've never been

His magical flute playing was most divine

I fed on his grapes and enjoyed his wine

[Verse 3]

Solomon says things look worse than appears

Smiling says he'll bring Pan back, no fears

Jung still note takin, Pauli chantin away

One three seven is all he has to say

[Chorus]

Eleven are twos to make the unseen seen

Pan took me to places I've never been

His magical flute playing was most divine

I fed on his grapes and enjoyed his wine

[Verse 4]

I looked into Pauli's eyes, I understood

He did what any man would do

As I picked up the knife from the floor

Soon Pauli wouldn't be chantin' no more

[Chorus]

Eleven are twos to make the unseen seen

Pan took me to places I've never been

His magical flute playing was most divine

I fed on his grapes and enjoyed his wine

[Outro]

Laments Solomon, elevens make two, now two bodies I have to do

To which Jung calmly asks - and how does that make you feel?