From the Fountain of Lethe

by Panthea

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All music © Panthea 2010

Panthea music composed, performed, recorded, and engineered by Rikki LaCoste at Black Ambrosia Studio.

Reeling was composed in conjunction with the choreography of Mary-Fleur Hanlon, the founder of Touch of Tartain, a “Highland-Fusion” dance company.

Cover art by Rikki LaCoste. It is a detail from The Fool, 24x48” acrylic on canvass, the first of a series of paintings named Tarot of the Holy Boor.

Last Bardish Dance was one of the first original songs and piano arrangements ever written by Rikki, and is here recorded for posterity.

The ambitious Gilgamesh project is a work in progress. The recording found here is simply a working draft, and the song itself will be the very first track on an upcoming Epic of Gilgamesh CD collection.

This Panthea CD was produced exclusively for Kaleidoscope-Gathering Festival 2010.

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released August 28, 2010

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Track Name: Apple Seed
Apple Seed

There's a castle silhouetted in an antic light.
Can you see it under the silver canopy of night?
Even though its walls are crumbled in arcana,
It's a seed within the apple of nostalgia.
within the apple

There's a castle atop the mountain where I was born.
From that vista you can see olive trees and distant storms.
There, the devils sit on the clouds, spinning the dust below,
And the angels shoot flaming apples, their trails aglow.
shoot flaming apples

There's a castle: ancestral footmen guarding well their posts.
Generations: six hundred years living amid their ghosts.
I am named Ricardo Manuel Ramos Costa.
Like the apple, I fell here from Penha Garcia.
eu venho da Penha Garcia
Track Name: The Purge
The Purge

For all the stupid things I've done
For my failure as a son
For my betrayals enwrapped in foul embraces
Choosing not to understand

I'm sorry
Track Name: Celtic Eyes
Celtic Eyes

There she is
Her Celtic eyes came to rest on the crystal unicorns
Strangely, I'm overwhelmed
And I take a mental photograph
Wouldn't it be funny if this stranger turned out to be
the one that dances with my soul forever?

Six years of flitting within the fringes of the firelight
the undeniable truth
but now I'm living in her Celtic eyes
like the crystal unicorns

Here we are
Still as one, and we'll handfast again in lives to come
Strangely, I'm still overwhelmed
And I still keep the mental photograph
Wouldn't it be perfect if this stranger turned out to be
the one that dances with my sould forever?
Track Name: Brochan Lom (Scottish trad.)
"Brochan Lom" in Gaelic:

Brochan lom tana lom brochan lom is sughain
Brochan lom tana lom brochan lom is sughain
Brochan lom tana lom brochan lom is sughain
Se brochan lom se tana lom se brochan lom is sughain

Brochan tana tana tana brochan lom sughain
Brochan tana tana tana brochan lom sughain
Brochan tana tana tana brochan lom sughain
Se brochan lom se tana lom se brochan lom is sughain

Thugaibh aran do na gillean leis a bhrochan sugain
Thugaibh aran do na gillean leis a bhrochan sugain
Thugaibh aran do na gillean leis a bhrochan sugain
Se brochan lom se tana lom se brochan lom is sughain

Brochan lom tana lom brochan lom is sughain
Brochan lom tana lom brochan lom is sughain
Brochan lom tana lom brochan lom is sughain
Se brochan lom se tana lom se brochan lom is sughain


"Porridge Thin" in English:

Porridge thin, sparse & thin, porridge thin & watery
Porridge thin, sparse & thin, porridge thin & watery
Porridge thin, sparse & thin, porridge thin & watery
It's porridge thin, it's sparse & thin, it's porridge thin & watery.

Porridge sparse sparse sparse, porridge thin & watery
Porridge sparse sparse sparse, porridge thin & watery
Porridge sparse sparse sparse, porridge thin & watery
Se brochan lom se tana lom se brochan lom is sughain

Give bread to the lads with the watery porridge
Give bread to the lads with the watery porridge
Give bread to the lads with the watery porridge
Se brochan lom se tana lom se brochan lom is sughain
Track Name: Last Bardish Dance
We are the musicians of a lost age
We have come to play for you one last time
Never more shall you see us
skipping mid the highland hills
Track Name: Gilgamesh Paean
Gilgamesh Paean

Gilgamesh
Lord of Kullab
He was the king of Uruk in Sumeria
He saw the deep, and many other things he saw
Surpassing all other kings, he was called
Gilgamesh
Learned and wise
He returned from a journey with tales that predated the Flood
And he wrote on great tablets his story of bliss and of blood
Of bliss and of blood.

Gilgamesh
Built the great walls
And the ramparts and parapets no later king could compare
And the Temple of Ishtar is measured at half a mile square
It's the land of the rampaging bull who is
Gilgamesh
Scion of Uruk
And his strength was as swift as a floodwave, as violent and hard
And in battle he pushed through the forefront as fearless vanguard
As fearless vanguard.

Gilgamesh
Mighty and tall
He was two-thirds the stuff of the gods and was one-third a man
It was Aruru and Ea who fashioned him with their hands
He was divinely handsome was the great king
Gilgamesh
Who else is like him?
His stride was six cubits and thick as barley was his beard
There were none who could best him in contests of sword nor of spear
His folk cowered in fear.

His very own folk avoided going near.