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&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Round-about, and round-about,<br>
 
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Round-about, and round-about,<br>
 
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;And round-about it spun,<br>
 
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&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Straight across and back again,<br>
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&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Straight across and ''back again''<ref>Used as part of the title for my twenty-eighth scene: [[2020-12-03: Back Again without Knocking - Parker Visits Jaycob Again]]</ref>,<br>
 
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Until the web was done.<br>
 
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Until the web was done.<br>
 
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I witnessed such wild ingenuity wrought and finessed,<br>
 
I witnessed such wild ingenuity wrought and finessed,<br>
 
Watching the spider weave a dream from his web.<br>
 
Watching the spider weave a dream from his web.<br>
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=== This Place is Haunted ===
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'''by Richard Jones'''
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In screaming woods and empty rooms<br>
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or gloomy vaults and sunken tombs;<br>
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Where monks and nuns in dust decay<br>
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and shadows dance at close of day.<br>
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Where the bat dips on the wing<br>
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and spectral choirs on breezes sing;<br>
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Where swords of ancient battles clash<br>
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and shimmering shades for freedom dash.<br>
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Where raging storms at midnight howl<br>
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and distant rolls of thunder growl.<br>
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Where the hounds of hell take flight<br>
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and ghost clouds race across the night.<br>
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Where silver webs of spiders weave<br>
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and star-crossed lovers take their leave.<br>
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Where curses lay the spirits low<br>
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and mortal footsteps fear to go.<br>
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Where death holds life in grim embrace<br>
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its lines etched on the sinner's face.<br>
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''Where e'er the march of time is flaunted''<ref>Used as part of the title for my twenty-eighth scene: [[2020-12-04: Where e'er the march of time is flaunted - Underhill meets Parker]]</ref><br>
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voices cry - "this place is haunted."<br>
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== Spider Songs ==
 
== Spider Songs ==
  
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=== Bloody Spider's Breath] ===
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=== Bloody Spider's Breath ===
  
 
'''by Strawberry Fields'''
 
'''by Strawberry Fields'''

Latest revision as of 17:20, 5 December 2020

I'm using lines and phrases from poems and songs (most often those with spider themes to them) as part of the titles of my logs. I'll be including the poems and song lyrics here for those who may be interested.

My primary sources are these two sites:

The actual quotes will be in italics.

Spider Poems

A Cobweb Made to Order

by Aunt Effie

I.

A hungry Spider made a web
   Of thread so very fine[1],
Your tiny fingers scarce could feel
   The little slender line.
       Round-about, and round-about,
           And round-about it spun,
       Straight across and back again[2],
           Until the web was done.

II.

Oh, what a pretty shining web[3]
   It was, when it was done!
The little flies all came to see
   It hanging in the sun.
       Round-about, and round-about,
           And round-about they danced,
       Across the web and back again
           They darted and they glanced.

III.

The hungry Spider sat and watched
   The happy little flies;
       It saw all round about its head,
   It had so many eyes.
       Round-about, and round-about,
           And round-about they go,
       Across the web and back again,
           Now high—now low.

IV.

"I am hungry, very hungry,"
   Said the Spider to a fly.
"If you were caught within the web,
   You very soon should die."
       But round-about, and round-about,
           And round-about, once more,
       Across the web and back again
           They flitted as before.

V.

For all the flies were much too wise
   To venture near the Spider;
They flapped their little wings and flew
   In circles rather wider.
       Round-about, and round-about,
           And round about went they[4],
       Across the web and back again,
           And then they flew away.

The Itsy Bitsy Spider

by Anonymous

The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out.
Out came the sun[5],
and dried up all the rain
and the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again.

Listening to the Spider

by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater

Spin a little
Spin a little
Spin a little more.
Spin a little web.
Stick it to the door.
I'm proud of you, my child.
You're Mommy's little spinner.
And if your web is strong enough
we'll catch a little dinner[6].

I spun a little
Spun a little
Spun so much.
I spun all day.
I think I've got the touch.
It's fun to be a spinner.
I weave web beneath my feet.
Look!
A fly is coming now.
I can't wait to eat.

A Noiseless Patient Spider

by Walt Whitman

A noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread[7] you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

Pretty is That Pretty Does

by Alice Cary

The spider wears a plain brown dress,
   And she is a steady spinner;
To see her, quiet as a mouse,
Going about her silver house,
You would never, never, never guess
   The way she gets her dinner.

She looks as if no thought of ill
   In all her life had stirred her;
But while she moves with careful tread, And
while she spins her silken thread,
She is planning, planning, planning still
   The way to do some murder.

My child, who reads this simple lay,
   With eyes down-dropt and tender, Remember
the old proverb says
That pretty is which pretty does[8],
And that worth does not go nor stay
   For poverty nor splendor.

'Tis not the house, and not the dress,
   That makes the saint or sinner.
To see the spider sit and spin[9],
Shut with her walls of silver in,
You would never, never, never guess
   The way she gets her dinner.

The Spider and the Fly

by Mary Howitt

"Will you walk into my parlor[10]?" said the Spider to the Fly.
"'Tis the prettiest little parlor[11] that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
"Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain;
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin;
And if you like to rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
"Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"

Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, "Dear friend, what can I do
To prove the warm affection[12] I've always felt for you?
I have, within my pantry, good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome—will you please to take a slice?"
"Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "kind sir, that cannot be,
I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"

"Sweet creature," said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise;
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf;
If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,
And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."

The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly Fly would soon be back again;
So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready to dine upon[13] the Fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,—
"Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and purple, there's a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead."

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by:
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,—
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
Thinking only of her crested head—poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den
Within his little parlor—but she ne'er came out again!

And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed;
Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.

A Spider's Web

by Jonathan Platt

Silk-thin silver strings woven cleverly into a lair,
An intricate entwining of divinest thread...
Like strands of magic worked upon the air,
The spider spins his enchanted web -
His home so eerily, spiraling spreads.

His gossamer so rigid, yet lighter than mist,
And like an eight-legged sorcerer[14] - a wizard blest,
His lace, like a spell, he conjures and knits;
I witnessed such wild ingenuity wrought and finessed,
Watching the spider weave a dream from his web.

This Place is Haunted

by Richard Jones

I

In screaming woods and empty rooms
or gloomy vaults and sunken tombs;
Where monks and nuns in dust decay
and shadows dance at close of day.

II

Where the bat dips on the wing
and spectral choirs on breezes sing;
Where swords of ancient battles clash
and shimmering shades for freedom dash.

III

Where raging storms at midnight howl
and distant rolls of thunder growl.
Where the hounds of hell take flight
and ghost clouds race across the night.

IV

Where silver webs of spiders weave
and star-crossed lovers take their leave.
Where curses lay the spirits low
and mortal footsteps fear to go.

V

Where death holds life in grim embrace
its lines etched on the sinner's face.
Where e'er the march of time is flaunted[15]
voices cry - "this place is haunted."

Spider Songs

Bloody Spider's Breath

by Strawberry Fields

The full lyrics can be seen here but the site prevents copy/paste. Follow this link for the YouTube video.

"The bloody spider[16]"

"Won't you come see me[17], you know"

I Am the Spider/Epilogue

by Alice Cooper

Follow this link for the YouTube video.

I'm your lover, I'm your brother
I'm your killer, I'm your friend
I'm your teacher, I'm your preacher
I'm the reaper in the end

I'm your healer, I'm your dealer
I'm your angel, let's pretend
I'm your jailer, I'm your failure
I'm the reaper in the end

Along came a Spider[18]
Crept up beside her
Spun his web deep inside her
My darkness will guide her

I am the spider
I am the spider
I am the spider
I am the spider

You're my sinner, You're my dinner
My little puppet, let's pretend
You're the cure to my affliction
My addiction to the end

Along came a Spider
Crept up beside her
Spun his web deep inside her
My darkness will guide her

I am the spider
I am the spider
I am the spider
I am the spider

I was born to this
Not something to strive for
Not something to even admire, unless it was

It's done with the greatest of taste[19]
Conviction and expertise
I am the spider

Along came a Spider
Crept up beside her
Spun his web deep inside her
My darkness will guide her

I am the spider
I am the spider
I am the spider
I am the spider

Epilogue:
Spider:
"Well, they found my diary today. They were appropriately appalled at the discovery of the eight victims. They're now putting it all together. Women wrapped in silk with one leg missing. Eight legs, one body, silk, Spider, brilliant!"

"We've been in this cell for 28 years, Steven
We couldn't have done all those horrible things
Yes, I know
I know what you always say
You trap, you kill, you eat
That's what a good spider does
You trap, you kill, you eat
You trap, you kill, you eat."

Spider

by Oingo Boingo (Danny Elfman's band from the 80s!)

Follow this link for the YouTube video.

Spider crawling, on the wall
I see him and he, sees it all...
And he sees it all

I fell down in that lazy place
Where the English language can't - penetrate and I
Saw your mouth moving - just forget it and lie here with me
Maybe we should just, climb under the sheets
Where the words they don't get in the way[20]

We were wondering, if you recall
Is this the end of it - end of everything
We were wondering, wonder

Spider crawling - in my left ear
Has a message I - want you to hear
Hope you're happy - found what you're looking for
Do you miss me, miss me at all?

Spider tells me, saw you yesterday
With somebody new - what can I say?
What can I...

Spider crawling, I crawl with him -
We go everywhere, we see everything
We are falling, we are falling, falling to nowhere
Hope you're happy - found what you're looking for
Do you miss me, miss me at all?
Spider crawling, spider crawling, spider crawling...

The Spider Song

by Townes Van Zandt

Follow this link for the YouTube video.

There is a spider in my dreams
Long and silent is his name
Cold as lightning is his smile
Final is his sting

His curse is deep as seven skies
Boys, I wouldn't tell you lies[21]
The legends say he never sleeps
And he's never hungry long

He's got us, boys, I believe it's true
But I'm fighting till he lays me down
Run his foul black body through
Cleave him all asunder

Now think of your women, won't you boys
Think of your mother growing old
Think about your darling son
Spittin' the spider's eye

Up it is against him ride
We'll not take him by surprise
Give a scream down in your dreams
Let him know we're comin'

There is a spider in my dreams
Long and silent is his name
Cold as lightning is his smile
Final is his sting

Spiders

by Slipknot

Follow this link for the YouTube video.

Well you can go it alone
Or keep it in between
The pages of the books you burn
So no one gets to read
The fingers pull your stitches tight
But knowing someone's secret[22] is not enough
Everyone's a little bit a lot of the time

The spiders come in side by side[23]
Two by two and night by night
Who is food and who is thrown away?
The spiders come in side by side
Two by two and night by night
Who is food and who is thrown away?

When now is not the time
Tomorrow disagrees
But your real world isn't ready to face
The face behind the real me
Time to think it over
I'm over trying to overthink
I've had enough, huh
Everybody's limited to what's on their mind

The spiders come in side by side
Two by two and night by night
Who is food and who is thrown away?
The spiders come in side by side
Two by two and night by night
Who is food and who is thrown away?

(Spiders, spiders, spiders, spiders)
(Spiders, spiders, spiders, spiders)

Make yourself a martyr's pet
And watch them all escape (spiders, spiders, spiders, spiders)
Make yourself at home instead (spiders, spiders, spiders, spiders)
You'll lose your toxic waste (spiders, spiders, spiders, spiders)

Go it alone
Suffer for your feelings[24], I'm not enough (no, no, no)
But everyone's a little bitter all of the time

The spiders come in side by side
Two by two and night by night
Who is food and who is thrown away?
The spiders come in side by side
Two by two and night by night
Who is food and who is thrown away?

The spiders come in side by side
Two by two and night by night
Who is food and who is thrown away?
The spiders come in side by side
Two by two and night by night
Who is food and who is thrown away?

Non-Spider Songs

Let's Make a Sandwich

by The Two Man Gentlemen Band

Follow this link for the YouTube video.

One of these mornings
And it won't be long
All the food in your belly honey
Will be gone
You rustle round your refrigerator
And your shelf
Oh, the nearest store's in a country mile
And your backs worn out
And your feet is tired
We're gonna have to make nourishment
For ourselves
Soo take my hand
Take my feet
I'll be the bread
Honey you be the meat
Tell you what we're gonna do
Your skin is brown
Your lips are sweet
I always said you good enough to eat
Let's make ourselves a sandwich[25]
Ooohh
(Whistling)
At restaurants they've herbs and spices
Fancy bread and meat in slices
Handsome waiters
And a matrade
Oh we've no need
For such finery
Just lay your body right down beside of me
That's all the ingredients we need
So take my hand
Take my feet
I'll be the bread Honey
You be the meat
Tell you what we're gonna do
Your skin is brown
Mine is pasty
I bet we can rustle up something tasty
Let's make ourselves a sandwich
Let's make ourselves a sandwich
Let's make ourselves a sandwich
Ooohh

References

  1. ↑ Used as part of the title for my sixth scene: 2020-10-21: Of Thread So Very Fine - Parker at Velvet Dreams
  2. ↑ Used as part of the title for my twenty-eighth scene: 2020-12-03: Back Again without Knocking - Parker Visits Jaycob Again
  3. ↑ Used as part of the title for my second scene: 2020-10-18: Oh, what a pretty shining web - Ananasi Colony
  4. ↑ Used as part of the title for my third and fourth scenes: 2020-10-19: Round About Went They - Bobbi's Party at Under Wraps and 2020-10-20: Follow up to Round About Went They
  5. ↑ Used as part of the title for my eleventh scene: 2020-10-27: Out came the sun's child - Parker meets a Corax
  6. ↑ Used as part of the title for my twenty-third scene: 2020-11-25: Catch a Little Dinner on the Beach
  7. ↑ Used as part of the title for my twelvth scene: 2020-10-27: Showing off the Gossamer Threads - Birth of the Dreamweaver line at Velvet Dreams
  8. ↑ Used as part of the title for my fifth scene: 2020-10-20: Pretty is Which Pretty Does - Lochlan and Parker Meet
  9. ↑ Used as part of the title for my twenty-second scene: 2020-11-24: To see the spider sit and spin - Parker's LONE Tryout
  10. ↑ Used as part of the title for my thirteenth scene: 2020-10-30: Walk into my Parlor - Parker and the Drone
  11. ↑ Used as part of the title for my first and twenty-seventh scenes: 2020-10-17: The Prettiest Little Parlor - Bourbon and Bedlam & 2020-12-01: The Prettiest Little (Tattoo) Parlor - the Ananasi and the Vampire.
  12. ↑ Used as part of the title for my eighteenth and twenty-fifth scenes: 2020-11-17: A Contract To Prove the Warm Affection From a Spider to a Spy and 2020-12-01: Winter-Ready Garments To Further Prove the Warm Affection From a Spider to a Spy
  13. ↑ Used as part of the title for my seventh scene: 2020-10-24: A Table Ready to Dine Upon - A Meeting at Emerson's Bar and Grill
  14. ↑ Used as part of the title for my twentieth scene: 2020-11-19: Parker meets an eight-legged sorcerer
  15. ↑ Used as part of the title for my twenty-eighth scene: 2020-12-04: Where e'er the march of time is flaunted - Underhill meets Parker
  16. ↑ Used as part of the title for my fifteenth scene: 2020-11-11: Bloody Spider - Gogh and Parker Meet
  17. ↑ Used as part of the title for my eighth scene: 2020-10-25: Won't You Come See Me - Dalvin Gets InteroFlirted
  18. ↑ Used as part of the title for my eighth scene: 2020-10-26: Along came a Spider at the Dead Mall
  19. ↑ Used as part of the title for my nineteenth scene: 2020-11-18: Chocolate is the Greatest of Tastes
  20. ↑ Used as part of the title for my sixteenth scene: 2020-11-11: Where the Words Get in the Way
  21. ↑ Used as part of the title for my twenty-first scene: 2020-11-22: I wouldn't tell you lies - Parker discussing Fera with the Drone
  22. ↑ Used as part of the title for my tenth scene: 2020-10-26: Someone's Secret Shared
  23. ↑ Used as part of the title for my fourteenth scene: 2020-11-02: The spiders come in side by side - a Friendly Home Invasion
  24. ↑ Used as the title for my seventeenth scene: 2020-11-12: Suffer for Your Feelings
  25. ↑ Used as the title for my twenty-sixth scene: 2020-12-01: Let's Make Ourselves a Sandwich
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