“Will you walk into my parlour?” — Views of the Haunts and Homes of the British Poets, Oct. 19 1850.

The Rolling Stones released “The Spider and the Fly” fifty years ago July like “Like a Rolling Stone” but ten days later and with less of a bang but for being the B-side of “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction” in Britain tho tied by a thread — “Sittin’ thinkin’ sinkin’ drinkin’” — “drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made”  — the ancient form of weaving, a bawdy parlour song, “’Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy,” that superficially strings-in, title and plot, from a previous more virtuous verse.

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“Will you walk into my parlour?”

The Rolling Stones released “The Spider and the Fly” fifty years ago July like “Like a Rolling Stone” but ten days later and with less of a bang but for being the B-side of “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction” in Britain tho tied by a thread — “Sittin’ thinkin’ sinkin’ drinkin’” — “drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made”  — the ancient form of weaving, a bawdy parlour song, “’Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy,” that superficially strings-in, title and plot, from a previous more virtuous verse.

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