When have I last looked on
The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies
Of the dark leopards of the moon?
All the wild witches, those most noble ladies,
For all their broom-sticks and their tears,
Their angry tears, are gone.
The holy centaurs of the hills are vanished;
I have nothing but the embittered sun;
Banished heroic mother moon and vanished.
And now that I am come to fifty years
I must endure the timid sun.
-W. B. Yeats, "Lines Written in Dejection"
I heard the noble centaurs are no more
I heard it from the last of their kind
The witches are gone, the magic is gone
I refuse to believe it
Given to be forgotten by all else
Given to me by old Father Time
Sister Moon remembers but the Singing Sun forgot
One hundred thousand souls he happened to drop
I've seen a hundred billion stars light the sky
They told me they would find a new sun
But the sun was nowhere to be found
And The Traveller dared not make another sound
I know why the noble centaurs are no more
For I have spoken with the last of their kind
I would not live in this sad world, had I a sliver of choice
Had I a voice...had I a choice
released November 1, 2013
Drums, Vocals - Kris Calabio
Bass Guitar, Vocals - Andre Beller
Guitars, Vocals - Francis Roberts
Flute, Additional Vocals - Minni Jo Mazzola
Mixed by Brian Rumsey