COBWEBS
©Trev Teasdel Coventry May 1970


The sun shone through the window of my room
But didn’t see me hanging
from a cobweb in the gloom.
The spider laughed like Dracula
like death he looked so mean.


Chorus
When you’re tangled in a cobweb
You can’t pursue your dreams
The spider clips your wings
And condemns you to his schemes.


There are many caught in cobwebs
in many city rooms
But the sun only takes a peep
then passes on its way.
If you’re lucky you can catch it
as it flits along your row.
But rainbows never last too long
and cobwebbed people are too slow.


Working for the spider
is such a terrible drag.
There’s nothing worth living for
and so your gusto sags.
Alcohol becomes a substitute
for the sun that never shone.
and everyday cobwebs fall
as the spider promptly weaves
another proletarian’s webb
just to keep the wheel in spin
on this materialistic world.


(You have to be together
cos the sun is here then gone.)


So many people caught in cobwebb
situations
wishing to pursue their dreams
till they find their are caught
in cobwebbs.