there s a city draped in net fisherman net and in the half light in the half light it looks like every tower is covered in webs moving and glistening and rocking its babies in rhythm as the spider of time is climbing over the ruins there were hundreds of people living here sails at the windows and the planes came crashing down and many a pilot drowned and the speed boats flying above put your hand over the side of the boat and what do you feel my mother and her little brown jug it held her milk and now it holds our memories i can hear her singing little brown jug don t i love thee little brown jug don t i love thee ho ho ho hee hee hee  little brown jug don t i love thee little brown jug don t i love thee i hear her laughing she is standing in the kitchen as we come in the back door see it fall see it fall oh little spider climbing out of a broken jug and the pieces will lay there a while in a house draped in net in a room filled with coral sails at the windows forests of masts put your hand over the side of the boat put your hand over the side of the boat and what do you feel 1