The Octopus And The Spider

The Octopus And The Spider

Eleanor Schumacher- voice and synthesizer
Jamie Fillmore- guitar

Mastered by Todd Rittmann

The tragic love of the Octopus and the Spider.
She fell from a kerchief
When the Love Boat took up speed
She floated on the wake
Her web tangled in the wind
Image danced on the water

Something you don’t get to see much
In the middle of the ocean
It’s sort of like a lobster
Eight legs and crunchy
But has no fight to give
Too delicate and graceful
The Octopus smiled

She struggled at the water
Fangs tufted proudly
Snorted ever bravely
Her last breath of life
And with his black blinky inky eye
The Octopus beheld her
She rippled and she dimpled and she shone

The thread hung like a spinner
And in the wavy water
Tripped around a tendril
The Octopus was abashed
The Octopus never felt anything so silky (gasp!)
Demanded of the other seven tendrils to tread him at the surface

Her hair looked soft from under the water
Her teeth looked hot to him (and shiny)
And her respect for such a giant spider
Worship like a living all-powerful being of a dream
He hoisted another tendril

The joining of the feet of the Octopus and the Spider
He lifted yet another tendril
So she could touch him more all over the place on his body
But as he panted fiercely, she begged him to find some rest
She worried what the air was going to do to him

Oh Octopus, let’s go down
To your seaweed bed
And I will sleep beside you for an eternity
Oh Spider, whatchoo talkin’ about?
You must be high.
It would be your death
And such a beautiful Octopus are you

I could never live with myself with your dead body beside me
Under the water all the time
You are more beautiful alive
Than you would be crumpled up dead
I must get you to safety or I could just never live with myself

The tragic love of the Octopus and the Spider
From way up here on your tendril
I can see a sailboat
And the wind is growing
If I jump I might have a chance at the wind
My dear, big fat Octopus

The tragic love of the Octopus and the Spider
Spin yourself a parachute and I will send you flying
And with the power of our love
May you land safely
And stow away in the sail

My Girls

My Girls

This is why it is essential to have women in your band: When left to their own devices, men have the propensity to devolve into “Lord Of The Flies” toxicity. We’ve seen this time and time again, throughout the ages. (And, it should be noted, this outrageous act of male aggression occurred when the two women in question were merely UPSTAIRS. Imagine how out of hand this might have gotten, had they not even been in the same building.)

The Culprits

Thymme Jones
Cory Bengtsen
Jeff Libersher
Mike Hagedorn
Alex Perkolup

The Innocents

Eleanor Schumacher
Laura Boton

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