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There is a song about the rock/siren as well. This might hold some clues. | |||
I do not know what haunts me, | |||
What saddened my mind all day; | |||
An age-old tale confounds me, | |||
A spell I cannot allay. | |||
The air is cool and in twilight | |||
The Rhine's dark waters flow; | |||
The peak of the mountain in highlight | |||
Reflects the evening glow. | |||
There sits a lovely maiden | |||
Above so wondrous fair, | |||
With shining jewels laden, | |||
She combs her golden hair | |||
It falls through her comb in a shower, | |||
And over the valley rings | |||
A song of mysterious power | |||
That lovely maiden sings. | |||
The boatman in his small skiff is | |||
Seized by a turbulent love, | |||
No longer he marks where the cliff is, | |||
He looks to the mountain above. | |||
I think the waves must fling him | |||
Against the reefs nearby, | |||
And that did with her singing | |||
The lovely Loreley. | |||
--[[User:WoogyChuck|WoogyChuck]] 07:17, 11 January 2007 (PST) | |||
Revision as of 15:17, 11 January 2007
The last flight is alaska air to San Jose
Departure Scheduled Actual Gate Arrival Scheduled Actual Comments Alerts Seattle 9:55 AM 9:49 AM D9 San Jose, CA 12:08 PM ETA 11:51 AM N/A
- josh
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There is a city on the Rhine river in Germany called St. Goarshausen. There is a large outcropping called Lorelei Rock, which translates to mumuring rock. There are legends around the rock related to a siren that used to bring sailors to their deaths on the rock.
In addition, there is an amphiteatre on the rock that might be a location for something.
This is the location of the rock [1] on Virtual Earth.
--WoogyChuck 07:07, 11 January 2007 (PST)
There is a song about the rock/siren as well. This might hold some clues.
I do not know what haunts me,
What saddened my mind all day;
An age-old tale confounds me,
A spell I cannot allay.
The air is cool and in twilight
The Rhine's dark waters flow;
The peak of the mountain in highlight
Reflects the evening glow.
There sits a lovely maiden
Above so wondrous fair,
With shining jewels laden,
She combs her golden hair
It falls through her comb in a shower,
And over the valley rings
A song of mysterious power
That lovely maiden sings.
The boatman in his small skiff is
Seized by a turbulent love,
No longer he marks where the cliff is,
He looks to the mountain above.
I think the waves must fling him
Against the reefs nearby,
And that did with her singing
The lovely Loreley.
--WoogyChuck 07:17, 11 January 2007 (PST)