This song recalls those carefree days in the mid 60's, sipping cappuccinos and sporting fashionable berets at that little coffee house in the Village ... except that none of us were alive in the mid 60's. Featuring David Gignac on vocals.

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Would you deny while caught in silken threads fast
the spider's prize: an unwary savory gnat
A simple pattern spun over the corner of the eve
Held together by a simple subtle weave

Lustery and silvery in the late evening's dew
Only discovered by the early morning's view
A broken art discarded for the artist's new-found beauty
Swept up by the housekeeper's daily duty

Recluse beaten by the angle
Atop the gutter in an upside-down dangle
Last guise an attempt to be stolen
A bigger bug, a better web to be woven

Cicada chide the eight hairy legs a-dither
Scamper upon the silver spires of glitter
The spider bites, the fly's last rites,
As the hungry hunter comes hither

All dressed up in silver thread
It got stuck and wound up dead
What's the fate of this fickle fly?
Paralyzed, it's now the spider's prize

All dressed up in silver thread
It got stuck and wound up dead
What's the fate of this fickle fly?
Paralyzed, it's now the spider's prize