Alecto! Alecto!

by Brimstone Rhine

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Asakiyume This album is so eclectic in style, and every single song is a winner. Plus, it gives the (female) monsters and victims in Greek myth alternative endings--yay!
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1.
ALECTO! ALECTO! And I do not take it kindly Dark Alecto, O my darling That my love for you will blind me Dig my fingernails in I have lost all my direction O Alecto, don’t forsake me I am open to suggestion I am tearing at my skin You are brittle, you are perfect Dark Alecto, arms akimbo Part electric, all reactive Grin like lightning meets the knife Prolonged contact is distracting I am gobsmacked and torpedoed I am skittish as a Titan I’m in danger of my life And I don’t know why you want me For a perfume or a plaything Would you kill me or distill me Wear me wet upon your wrists? Boil my blood in your cucurbit Let it rise to the alembic Then condense me, dark Alecto Tip the flask up to your lips Is this war or castigation My implacable Alecto? Your temptation is my takedown Won’t you rake me through and through? You reward me, make me raving With your forcefulness and torchlight Be my heaven, be my breakdown No one breaks me like you do
2.
MEDEA’S DRAGON Medea, I have loved you Since the moment that I saw you When you tore out all my teeth and Put them in your apron pocket I never minded violence When your poison drove me senseless Then I came to understand that I would never want another Medea, you look tired All your fingers thick with venom And the bloodstains on your apron Are your brother and your children I never minded murder It's the act of a survivor Now I've grown out all my teeth back Far more splendid than the last set Medea, you are golden Like your grandfather in heaven Who is sunlight and the daylight And whose chariot is fire All the heroes who betray you Who abandon and discard you Are as shadows in the shadow That your shining casts behind you Medea, I am ready And my back is broad and golden I have polished all my talons And my treasure's yours for taking I have searched the world over For a priestess and enchantress Who will set her bare foot roughly In the hollow of my shoulder Medea, won't you ride me I can only give you skyline But I'll give it all and gladly And I'll fly you high and freely I will never try to tame you If you take me and you claim me We'll survive the sun together And I'll never want another
3.
COOTCHIE COOTCHIE, MEDUSA BABY Some girls like their apples gold 
Tossed beneath their feet
 Me, I like to turn to stone
 If stones could feel heat REFRAIN So cootchie-cootchie, baby 
Medusa, you're a prize 
Come and scratch this itch I got here Look into my eyes Helen ain't got nothing
 Aphrodite pales
 When I take a look, a look-a At your serpent scales 
Trojans had their horsey
 Achilles had his heel
 I got this thing for Gorgons, darlin 
Makes me rock and reel REFRAIN So cootchie-cootchie, baby… They tell me how it's dire 
Lookin like you do
 Better far the flame and fire 
Than sing these Gorgon blues 
Every time I look at you I'm pretty sure I die 
Andromeda in all her chains
 Never caught my eye REFRAIN So cootchie-cootchie, baby… Your daddy was a danger Hidden in the deep Your mama was a monster, baby Made those heroes weep So here's my mirrored shield My winged sandals too Take my helmet, honey ‘Cause I wanna look at you FINAL REFRAIN So cootchie-cootchie, baby 
Medusa, you're a prize 
Come and scratch this itch I got here Look into my eyes So cootchie-cootchie, baby 
Medusa, you're a prize 
Come and scratch this itch I got here Right between my thighs So cootchie-cootchie, baby 
Medusa, you're a prize 
Come and scratch this itch I got here Look into my eyes
4.
DIDO IN EFFIGY Dido, what is this I see? Queen Dido, for the life of me I don’t know why you’re set today On self-death by auto-da-fé Sure he took you and he used you It’s a hard thing but we all knew That wine and bread and candlelight Your breast to rest his head at night Were too much to refuse But then he had to choose Dido, let that tinder fall You don’t need kindling after all Why not stop and look around? Hop down off that pyre, Dido Find firm ground Stand up, Dido, straight and tall You built your country on a skull I get it—how you love to give But give too much, your will to live Will wither and diminish You adored him but it’s finished All the bliss and burn and ecstasy Is no more than a memory Oh, Dido, don’t despair I think we’ve all been there Dido, put that match away Who wants a cookout anyway? Why not torch a wicker queen instead? Take another, better lover To your bed He loved you just a little But a little’s not enough To set a brand to branches And turn martyr for your love So get up, Dido, laugh and scoff This smoke’s enough to make me cough Take my hand and take a stand And let’s be off Dido, it’s all right you know To face the dawn He loved you just a little Now move on
5.
LYSISTRATA, STRUT YOUR STUFF Once a comic playwright name of Aristophanes Wrote about a woman who united Ancient Greece Stopped the war with Sparta, Lysistrata was her name Teasing was her tactic, provocation was her game Strut, strut, strut, Lysistrata Make the boys gasp like a fish outta water Show them all you’re more than just a mere inamorata Strut, strut, strut, Lysistrata Gathered all her girls together, dressed in her best clothes Even sent for women war decreed to be her foes Told them, “Too much combat lays a grievous waste to man Have to stop this killing, girls, I think I got a plan.” Strut, strut, strut, Lysistrata Refuse to make his coffee or his favorite frittata Renounce this war or be denounced persona non grata Strut, strut, strut, Lysistrata “First we seize their treasure house, refuse the boys their coins Then we cross our legs and put embargo on our loins Assume a gown of yellow silk, perfume yourself to please Then grab him by his battle lance and bring him to his knees.” Strut, strut, strut, Lysistrata Like the other Homer said, “Ooh, boy, why I oughtta!” Get it through his skull and his medulla oblongata Strut, strut, strut, Lysistrata “The oracle has spoken, it is written in the stars If we can join our forces then this victory is ours Hold the course and help us save our lovers and our land Pave the way for others who might need a helping hand.” Strut, strut, strut, Lysistrata Inciting all this passion is igniting up our ardor But if our way is hard, be sure the men’ll be harder Strut, strut, strut, Lysistrata Now it’s a new millennium and still it seems to me Not all that much has changed since four-eleven B.C.E. So if you got a war to stop and wanna win the day Skin down to your negligee the Lysistrata way Strut, strut, my sisters and my brothers Transmen and transwomen, genderqueer and all the others Shy flowers, world powers, throw back all your covers Unite in revolutionizing fighters into lovers Strut, strut, strut ‘cause you gotta Strut for truce and armistice And strut for Lysistrata
6.
CALYPSO’S CALYPSO My lover wanted water, I gave him water My lover wanted wine, I gave him that too Lover, tell me why you want to depart from This sacred island of our rendezvous My lover is so lonely sailing the sea My lover is a shipwreck washed up to me Lover, you are sad, your journey is long Come and find me sweetly singing my song My lover wanted water, I gave him water My lover wanted wine, I gave him that too Lover, tell me why you want to depart from This sacred island of our rendezvous My lover wanted water, I gave him water My lover wanted kisses, wet and so deep Volcano kisses, hissing like lava Till the eruption rocked him to sleep They say I will deceive you if you will stay Never let you leave and grieve you all day Lover, you believe that boy over me? Maybe good you go right back to the sea My lover wanted water, I gave him water My lover wanted wine, I gave him that too Lover, tell me why you want to depart from This sacred island of our rendezvous My lover wanted water, I gave him water My lover wanted bread so he can be gone So long, my lover, wish you good journey I’ll still be right here, singing my song I’ll still be right here, singing my song I’ll still be right here, singing my song
7.
SCYLLA ON THE ROCKS Maybe I’ve slain a few heroes Maybe I’ve sucked at their bones Gods know that I wrecked a few vessels To keep from despairing alone Can’t blame a lady for crying Fate sure has dealt me some knocks Strife may be better than dying But life left me here on the rocks Could be I made a few rivals Might have insulted a witch Quite possibly risked my survival To have an affair with a fish Can’t really say what induced me It isn’t the way that he talks See how that fish-guy reduced me? His love left me here on the rocks Now it’s just me and my cat’s tail My four eyes and twelve legs in all And that’s not to mention my dog heads On six necks so slender and tall Some girls are ravished by swan men Some are seduced by the ox Some will be wooed by the North Wind ‘Twas a fish left me here on the rocks
8.
Circe 02:01
CIRCE This Circe who is she? She’ll whisper Resist me And ambush her enemy With nightshade and sorcery With dark wine And honey Then Circe unmans them They come to her mansion She feeds them a potion Her poison transforms them As gentle As lions And Circe she won’t stop You bring her a snowdrop And try not to sleepwalk Awake from the drug fog No longer Her lapdog But Circe grows weary Of living in mystery Of nightshade and sorcery She gazes austerely Toward freedom and Italy

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8 Songs of Myth and Legend: Witches, Queens, Nymphs, Fiends. You know. People just like us.

From Blues to Lit-Hop, Waltz to Rock, the musical styles are as varied as the myths they perpetuate.

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released July 11, 2015

Lyrics: C. S. E. Cooney
Music: C. S. E. Cooney and Glenn Kendzia
Vocals: C. S. E. Cooney and Glenn Kendzia
Piano and Guitar: Glenn Kendzia
Bass: Jack Hanlon
Drums/Percussion: Matt McLaren

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Brimstone Rhine Queens, New York

Brimstone Rhine is an imaginary rockstar. She is also the alter-ego of fantasy writer and audiobook narrator C. S. E. Cooney.

Glenn Kendzia, Jack Hanlon, and Matt McLaren are all real-life rockstars. Check out "Wild Sun" on BandCamp if you want to hear more of Glenn's own work!
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