The Birds of Atlantis, proof of the existence of the Lost.

[Hermocrates]

 

[parta]

in canada on tv mr dressup had the tickle trunk. it was a bottomless trunk of fun. you have amazing ass. a bottomless ass of crap.

[Hermocrates]

in canada on tv mr dressup had the tickle trunk. it was a bottomless trunk of fun. you have amazing ass. a bottomless ass of crap.

See if you can get the connection with the pose you have me represented.

I've got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin
I'd tried so not to give in
I said to myself this affair never will go so well
But why should I try to resist when baby, I know so well
I've got you under my skin
I'd sacrifice anything come what might for the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night and repeats
Repeats in my ear
Don't you know little fool
You never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time that I do just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin
I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of the warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats how it yells in my ear
Don't you know, little fool
You never can win
Why not use your mentality
Step up, wake up to reality
But each time I do just the thought of you
Makes me stop just before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin
Yes, I've got you under my skin
 

[parta]

in canada on tv mr dressup had the tickle trunk. it was a bottomless trunk of fun. you have amazing ass. a bottomless ass of crap.

See if you can get the connection with the pose you have me represented.

I've got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin
I'd tried so not to give in
I said to myself this affair never will go so well
But why should I try to resist when baby, I know so well
I've got you under my skin
I'd sacrifice anything come what might for the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night and repeats
Repeats in my ear
Don't you know little fool
You never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time that I do just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin
I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of the warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats how it yells in my ear
Don't you know, little fool
You never can win
Why not use your mentality
Step up, wake up to reality
But each time I do just the thought of you
Makes me stop just before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin
Yes, I've got you under my skin
 

to me that is you mistaking gas for the words of god you say you hear

[Hermocrates]

No! you dumb dumb! It's me trying to find more **** (dung) inside me to feed you. At least that is what I meant it be; you were hungry again and you are trying to signal to me, since you write little of nothing, and which meant to tell me to look to see if I was going to defecate soon, since you can't wait for me to feed you; you Dung eating DODO bird!

But, with all this said, I have some serious material to present on this site, so I would appreciate if you, in your three headed identities, would just tell me how much you want to bugger off. If you want an apology for my having posted on the topic of Revelation, I promise, and cross my heart, to never, mention John the "Revelator," and the Book of Revelation, I do! If you want me to declare you the winner of the expert debate, I have already, and I will state it here, again. You is KING! If you want me to say that I did not know about Pindar's 3rd ode, you have got it; I did not know it, really! But I cannot apologize for Wikipedia for their ignorance on the pillars as contained in Pindar's ode.

So pretty please, all covered with, spices, hugs and kisses, will you be? And do lead us to Atlantis; I'm right behind you, King!

Moon river, wider than a mile
I'm crossin' you in style some day
Old dream maker, you heartbreaker
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way

Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, Moon River, and me

Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, Moon River, and me

[parta]

i'll bet you love your showtunes. i can see divine sitting at a pink keyboard but you make me think of uncle festor. uncle divine.

[Hermocrates]

i'll bet you love your showtunes. i can see divine sitting at a pink keyboard but you make me think of uncle festor. uncle divine.

Out of the tree of life
I just picked me a plumb
You came along
And everything started in to hum

Still it's a real good bet
The best is yet to come

Best is yet to come
And babe won't that be fine?
You think you've seen the sun
But you ain't seen it shine

Wait till the warm-up's underway
Wait till our lips have met
And wait till you see that sunshine day
You ain't seen nothin' yet

The best is yet to come
And babe won't it be fine
The best is yet to come
Come the day your mine

Come the day your mine

I'm gonna teach you to fly
We've only tasted the wine
We're gonna drain that cup dry

Wait till your charms are right
For these arms to surround
You think you've flown before
But baby, you ain't left the ground

Wait till you're locked in my embrace
Wait till I draw you near
Wait till you see that sunshine place
Ain't nothin' like it here

The best is yet to come
And babe won't it be fine
The best is yet to come
Come the day your mine

Come the day your mine
And you're gonna be mine

[parta]

could you include the video with these?

[Hermocrates]

could you include the video with these?

No! That is plagiarism; go and buy the music and support the messengers of the Muses. You claim to be wealthy, more than me? I bought the music.

Moon shinin' down through the palms
Shadows movin' on the sand
Somebody whisperin' the twenty-third psalm
Dusty rifle in his tremblin' hands

Somebody tryin' just to stay alive
He got promises to keep
Over the ocean in America
Far away and fast asleep

Silent stars blinkin' in the blackness of an endless sky
Cold silver satellites, ghostly caravans passin' by
Galaxies unfoldin', new world's bein' born
Pilgrims and prodigals creepin' toward the dawn
And it's a long road out of Eden

Music blastin' from an SUV
On a bright and sunny day
Rollin' down the Interstate
In the good old USA

Havin' lunch at The Petroleum Club
Smokin' fine cigars and swappin' lives
He said, "Give me another slice of that barbecued brisket
Give me another piece of that pecan pie"

Freeways flickerin', cell phones chimin' a tune

We're ridin' to utopia, road map says we'll be arrivin' soon
Captains of the old order clingin' to the reins
Assurin' us these aches inside are only growin' pains
But it's a long road out of Eden

Back home, I was so certain the path was very clear
But now I have to wonder what are we doin' here?
I'm not countin' on tomorrow and I can't tell wrong from right
But I'd give anythin' to be there in your arms tonight

Weavin' down the American highway
Through the litter and the wreckage and the cultural junk
Bloated with entitlement, loaded on propaganda
Now we're drivin' dazed and drunk

Been down the road to Damascus, the road to Mandalay
Met the ghost of Caesar on the Appian way
He said, "It's hard to stop this bingein' once you get a taste
But the road to empire is a bloody stupid waste"

Behold the bitten apple, the power of the tools
But all the knowledge in the world is of no use to fools
And it's a long road out of Eden

[parta]

sinatra is dead and buble being canadian doesn't give a rats ass. bregovic deserves the attention and wouldn't mind it a bit since i paid for a few concerts.

[Hermocrates]

sinatra is dead and buble being canadian doesn't give a rats ass. bregovic deserves the attention and wouldn't mind it a bit since i paid for a few concerts.

Conquistador your stallion stands in need of company
And like some angel's haloed brow
You reek of purity
I see your armor plated breast
Has long since lost its sheen
And in your death mask face
There are no signs which can be seen
And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind
Conquistador a vulture sits, upon your silver sheath
And in your rusty scabbard now, the sand has taken seed
And though your jewel-encrusted blade
Has not been plundered still
The sea has washed across your face
And taken of its fill
And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind
Conquistador there is no time, I must pay my respect
And though I came to jeer at you
I leave now with regret
And as the gloom begins to fall
I see there is no, only all
Though you came with sword held high
You did not conquer, only die
And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind
And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind

[parta]

here is a catchy tune. it has no lyrics really. can you do something with it? i know its gleeful and you are dour.



you can dance to it.