the spider and the fly

• blues ruhunun doruğa vurduğu 1965 tarihli şirin mi şirin bir rolling stones şarkısı. stripped albümünde de oldukça güzel bir konser yorumu vardır.
• (bkz: spiders and flies)
• stones un en blues sarkilarindan biridir. mick jagger sarkiyi yazdigi sirada 21-22 yaslarindaydi (1965) ve büyük olasiliklada tipki sarkida anlattigi gibi etrafindaki hatunlara örümcegin sinege yaklastigi gibi yaklasiyordu! asagida sözlerini okuyacaginiz üzere pek bir masumdu! isin en matrak kismi ise orijinal sarkida yanina gelip kendisiyle ilgilenen sarisin kiz icin 'otuzlarinda görünüyordu' diyor, 1995 yili canli kayitta ise sözü biraz degistirip 'ellilerinde görünüyordu' diye söylüyor!!!
  
  the spider and the fly
  
  sittin’ thinkin’ sinkin’ drinkin’
  wond’ring what i’ll do when i’m through tonight
  smokin’ mopin’ maybe just hopin’
  some little girl will pass on by
  to 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’ve done your show 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
  sittin’ drinkin’ superficially thinkin’
  about the rins’d out blonde on my left
  and then i said hi! like a spider to a fly
  rememb’ring what my little girl said
  she was coming flirty
  she look’d 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! my! like a spider to a fly
  jump right ahead in my web!
• london after midnight - spider and the fly
• mary howitt'in 1829 yılında yazdığı çocuk şiiri, daha doğrusu bir fabl.
  
  "will you walk into my parlour?" said the spider to the fly,
  "'tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
  the way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
  and i have many curious things to shew 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 awhile, 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 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've a little looking-glass upon my parlour 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 come back again:
  so he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
  and set his table ready, to dine upon 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 parlour–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.