Thyia
In Greek mythology, Thyia (Greek: Θυία Thuia) is a female figure associated with cults of several major gods. The name is derived from the verb θύω "to sacrifice". The name was applied to the white cedar and its genus, Thuja, by Linnaeus (1753).
According to a quotation from Hesiod's lost work the Catalogue of Women, preserved in the De Thematibus of Constantine Porphyrogenitus and in Stephanus of Byzantium's Ethnika, Thyia was the daughter of Deucalion and Pyrrha and mother of Magnes and Makednos (the claimed ancestor of the Macedonians) by Zeus.
In the Delphic tradition, Thyia was also the naiad of a spring on Mount Parnassos in Phocis (central Greece), daughter of the river god Cephissus. Her shrine was the site for the gathering of the Thyiades (women who celebrated in the orgies of the god Dionysos). She was said to have been the first to sacrifice to Dionysus, and to celebrate orgies in his honour. Hence, the Attic women, who every year went to Mount Parnassus to celebrate the Dionysiac orgies with the Delphian Thyiades, received themselves the name of Thyades or Thyiades (synonymous with Maenads).
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Oh Sorrow, Oh Shame
by: The OddsDrinking like a teenager
Using up the kleenex
Staring at the CD rack asking myself which fuzzbox band would sound the best
I try on your lipstick
I try on your clothes
I wanna be you for a little while
And I'm freaked out enough to bloody my own nose
Oh sorrow, oh shame
Take me by the shoulders
Shake me to the brains
Oh sorrow, oh shame
I've locked myself in a room again
A glossy of you next to my face
Looking in the mirror
I see us frozen like cavemen discovered together in a thousand years
Every little town
Has its three-legged cat
I'm happy to live that way
Cause no one expects me to catch the rat
Oh sorrow, oh shame
Take me by the shoulders
Shake me to the brain
Oh sorrow, oh shame
I've locked myself in a room
I cross myself and do my best "Acid Queen"
A cross between a dime-store witch
And a whirling painted Martin Sheen
I try on your lipstick
I try on your hose
I wanna be you for a little while
I'm freaked out enough to bloody my own nose
Oh sorrow, oh shame
Take me by the shoulders
Shake me to the brain
Oh sorrow, oh shame
I've locked myself in a room again