In Greek mythology, Lichas (/ˈlaɪkəs/; Greek: Λίχας) was Heracles' servant, who brought the poisoned shirt from Deianira to Hercules because of Deianira's jealousy of Iole, which killed him. The story is recounted in Sophocles’ Women of Trachis and Ovid’s Metamorphoses.
Cape Lichada is said to be where Hercules flung Lichas into the sea:
he chanced upon the trembling Lichas, crouched
in the close covert of a hollow rock.
Then in a savage fury he cried out,
“Was it you, Lichas, brought this fatal gift?
Shall you be called the author of my death?”
Lichas, in terror, groveled at his feet,
and begged for mercy--“Only let me live!”
But seizing on him, the crazed Hero whirled
him thrice and once again about his head,
and hurled him, shot as by a catapult,
into the waves of the Euboic Sea.
Lichas was innocent but due to a big misunderstanding Hercules threw in him the sea.
While he was hanging in the air, his form
was hardened; as, we know, rain drops may first
be frozen by the cold air, and then change
to snow, and as it falls through whirling winds
may press, so twisted, into round hailstones:
even so has ancient lore declared that when
strong arms hurled Lichas through the mountain air
through fear, his blood was curdled in his veins.
No moisture left in him, he was transformed
into a flint-rock. Even to this day,
a low crag rising from the waves is seen
out of the deep Euboean Sea, and holds
the certain outline of a human form,
so surely traced, the wary sailors fear
to tread upon it, thinking it has life,
and they have called it Lichas ever since.
In Greek mythology, Lichas /ˈlaɪkəs/ was the Spartan who discovered the bones of Orestes. The remains of Orestes were required, according to a Delphic Oracle, in order for Sparta to defeat Tegea (Herodotus The Histories 1.68).
During the Pentecontaetia, Cimon was becoming more and more powerful among the Athenians as he began to spend money to feed the poor, regularly inviting them into his home, and spending more on honoring gods such as Hermes. Seeing the popularity he was gaining in this manner, Lichas of Sparta began to finance and organize festivals in order to entertain boys involved in gymnastics. In this way he gained popularity in Sparta.
I've had some idea
Some things would work out.
I guess things have worked out,
At least so far.
Time moves by,
Just been waiting
Or more like waiting
News I thought far.
Something isn't right,
It just don't make sense.
Nothing feels for real,
I'm tired of past tense.
Yesterday feels like a year,
And it looks like I'm still standing here.
I hope I don't sound insincere at all.
What are you taking me for?
Don't you know by now?
I've been playing.
The things you've been saying
Don't get me down.
Something isn't right,
It's all just pretense.
Nothing feels for real,
I'm tired of past tense.
Yesterday feels like a year,
And it looks like I'm still standing here.
I hope I don't sound insincere at all.
Don't you know about what I've been trying since my birth?
You think that your dollar signs can make me what I'm worth.
Yesterday feels like a year,
And it looks like I'm still standing here.
I hope I don't sound insincere at all.
Yesterday feels like a year,
And I'm glad that I'm still standing here.