THE SPIDER AND THE FLY

Last night I was witness to the common event of a fly caught in a spiders web. With camera in hand I worked against low light, an incorrect lense, no tripod and two highly uncooperative subjects.

Later in the evening as I went through the mostly blurred photos, there came a flashback to the 1960s. I had hoped those things would stop happening, but our brains, like a haunted house, enjoys hiding things behind the doors, waiting patiently for us to open them.

This song has been in my head all day, the earworm repeating an endless phonological loop.

 THE SPIDER AND THE FLY
(Nanker/ Phelge/M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Sittin' thinkin' sinkin' drinkin'
Wondering what I'd do when I'm through tonight
Smoking moping, maybe just hopin'
Some little girl will pass on by
Don't wanna be alone but I love my girl at home
I remember what she said
She said, "My, my, my don't tell lies, keep fidelity in your head
My my my, don't tell lies. When you're done you should go to bed   Don't say hi, like a spider to a fly
 Jump right ahead and you're dead"

Sit up, fed up, low down go round
Down to the bar at the place I'm at
Sitting drinking, supereficially thinking
About the rinsed-out blonde on my left
Then I said, "hi" like a spider to a fly
Remebering what my little girl said

She was common, flirty, she looked about thirty
I would have run away but I was on my own
She told me later she's a machine operator
She said she liked the way I held the microphone
I said my, my, like the spider to the fly
Jump right ahead in my web