spider spider

caught with this feeling
I'm not where I am suppose to be
oh spider
weave a little web for me

jump little spider at my feet
weave me the story or let me be
the rains pouring in
and its wet outside
in my doorway
you will hide
oh out of sight
out of sight

oh but your web is much too white
and its too dark in the night
spider spider
I'll be caught
in your net
wrapped in the gauze



...............
those lines came into my head on the way home
I'm guessing If and when I write a song about a spider (which I have been meaning to do) It wont be quite like that.

For over a few weeks now we have been coming home to a web in the doorway.
We kept getting caught and tangled and kept brushing it aside.
We even had a conversation that if the spider was smart
he would make his little web off to the side
out of the way
and then you know...
we could live in harmony.

(right).

turns out the spider was smarter than we thought.
we came home last night and he had built this beautiful HUGE web right in the lattice work of the gate on the stoop.

He wasn't so small either. He was quite large. All this time we had been pushin this fella out of the way, not knowing of his presence.

well there he was right as rain... but I couldn't let him live there. Its not like a spider can ask permission. Even if it could would it guarantee it wouldn't bite me... or jump on me... probably not, its a wild lil thing.

......
long story short
we killed spidey with
"scrubbing bubbles bath cleaner"

I came downstairs with an arm full of options...tequila... nail polish remover... Resolve. ....

it was the scrubbing bubbles that did him in though.

::sigh::
c'est la vie.
He was a cute lil fella...
built a beautiful web

but he was also scary
he looked like he could bite
and I wasn't about to have that living right outside my front door... oh no.

I would like to write a creeping song... about a spider.

we shall see.

:-P