- published: 10 Dec 2013
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In Greek mythology, Eurypylus (Greek: Εὐρύπυλος) was the name of several different people. Of them the best known are two participants in the Trojan War: one (the son of Euaemon) on the side of the Achaeans, and the other (the son of Telephus) on the side of the Trojans.
Eurypylus was a Thessalian king, son of Euaemon and Ops. Another source gives his mother's name as either Deipyle or Deityche. Alternate genealogies made him a son of Hyperochus and father of Ormenus.
Eurypylus led the Thessalians during the Trojan War being a former suitor of Helen. He led one of the larger contingents of ships, 40. He fought valiantly and is often listed amongst the first rank of Greek heroes such as Idomeneus, Diomedes, Ajax, etc. In the Iliad he was one of several to accept Hector's challenge to single combat, but was eliminated in the drawing of lots. He went to the aid of Ajax the Great when the latter was wounded and tired from hard fighting and was compelled to withdraw from combat: in defending Ajax he killed Apisaon but was wounded in the thigh and put out of action from one of Paris' arrows. This happened in the same book that all the other major Greeks were wounded and put out of action. When he withdrew from battle, his wounds were tended by Patroclus. While Patroclus was tending his wound Eurypylus convinced the former to enter into combat even if Achilles refused to join. Eurypylus slew no less than four opponents, including the aforementioned Apisaon, Hypsenor, Melanthius and Axion: this makes the account of Hyginus wrong in informing that Eurypylus killed only one defender of Troy. He was also one of the Greeks to enter the Trojan Horse.
You're deep just like a chasm
You've no, enthusiasm
You're tired and uninsipired.
You're blase.
Your day is one of leisure
In which you search for pleasure.
You're bored when you're adored.
You're blase.
While reaching for the moon,
And the stars up in the sky,
The simple things of normal life
Are slowly passing by.
You sleep, the sun is shining;
You wake, its time for dining.
There's nothing new for you to do
You're blase.
instrumental interlude
While reaching for the moon,
And the stars up in the sky,
The simple things of normal life
Are slowly passing by.
You sleep, the sun is shining;
You wake, its time for dining.
There's nothing new for you to do
You're blase.
Blase.