In a ghost town
past the prairie
In the distance
I see Stanley
by the fountain
beneath the gallows
webbed and swinging
with a spider smile
The rope contains his pale remains
is he a carcass or a hive?
Though his soul has passed away
the spiders make him "still alive"
His eyes sprung open
they looked like tiny eggs
Then they sparkled
and sprouted tiny legs
His mouth then sputtered
I'm from Lancaster
In his mouth I noticed
a tarantula
The rope contains his pale remains
is he a carcass or a hive?
Though his soul has passed away
the spiders make him "Still alive"
Here he comes Spider Stanley
Here he comes Spider Stanley
I slit his side the meat poured out
then flipped about like tiny trout
I slit his side the meat poured out
then slid about like tiny trout
I slit his side the meat poured out
then flipped about like tiny trout
I slit his side the meat poured out
as all the spiders crawled out
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth