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A quote that says it all:

"(Women) are not just there to be admired, they are there to be enjoyed."--Ellen Von Unwerth


Discoverer of the mythical and soon to be world famous Street Sirens. 'They only come out at night....'

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Sydney, Australia 2009

This is a story for those who dare to believe.

Believe in the power of myths and magic. Of fanciful stories and the questions that lies beyond 'what if'.

Like a lot of good stories, the fantasy was reborn late one night in a bar. Well, not so much a bar but one of Sydney’s more colourful suburban pubs. This one was in the trendy suburb of Paddington.

I’d been hearing the stories for years. You know what it’s like, late at night, a few drinks too many and out it all comes. Tales of brave deeds, impossibly sexy women and fantasies fulfilled.

So there I was, silently sitting, yet tentivly listning to this poor chap trying to tell his slurred story of seduction. However to his mates it was just a man's dream of a fantasy world. The Fantasy intrigued my ears, as I listened closely, he did have a tale to tell. A story that I’d heard, read and possibly fantasised about myslef. The story being hidden in Writting, drunkenly told , whispered in excitment, babbled shameful words and even shouted from on high.

In fact, men had been telling the same stories of seduction, pleading their cases since there lustres spell was broken, which story was it? The story of the Sirens.

The story is always the same. Women so beautiful that they can’t be ignored, a beauty so deep that all men will flounder in their presence, a mystic so inviting no man can resist.

The drunken man with mates mocking him pleaded his case, he swore black and blue 'it was real, it was real'. The story of being snatched off the street by a bevy of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, all naked, all masked and all wanting to be pleasured. A mate teased saying ''what did they say ay?', come on old codga, did they have a pick up line'' another added ''surely these 'beautiful' women would need one to snap 'you' up'' They all laughed. He replied ''They said nothing, with beauty like that there’s no need for words''.

After hearing this same story told so many times, I decided I had to see if there was any basis of truth in these stories, after all I love an advemture, a mystery. What if it was real? Surely this wasn't just an urban myth carried on for hundreds even thousands of years?

Was it?

For the Sirens.....

The secret of your beauty
And the mystery of your soul
I've been searching for in everyone I meet
And the times I've been mistaken
It's impossible to say
And the grass is growing
Underneath our feet

I know you're out there somewhere
Somewhere, somewhere
I know you're out there somewhere
Somewhere you can hear my voice
I know I'll find you somehow
Somehow, somehow
I know I'll find you somehow
And somehow I'll return again to you

You see I know you're out there somewhere
O yes I know you're out there somewhere
You see I know I'll find you somehow
O yes I know I'll find you somehow

The words that I remember
From my childhood still are true
That there's none so blind
As those who will not see
And to those who lack the courage
And say it's dangerous to try
Well they just don't know
That love eternal will not be denied

I know you're out there somewhere
Somewhere, somewhere
I know you're out there somewhere
Somewhere you can hear my voice
I know I'll find you somehow
Somehow, somehow
I know I'll find you somehow
And somehow I'll return again to you

The Moody Blues - I Know You're Out There Somewhere