Spider Legs - Muddy What?

From the album "Spider Legs": https://www.howlinwho.de/musik/spider...

Fabian Spang: guitar & vocal
Ina Spang: guitar
Michi Lang: drums

https://www.muddywhat.de

Kamera: Daniel Schönauer, Marcel Morast


SPIDER LEGS

His eyes are spitting sixteenths,
his curls are doing a crazy dance
At night he sits in treetops,
resin all over his hands
In the news, I recognize his face,
from the other side of the land
My brother, they call him
the “Fiddler from Hell” since then

Two hundred violins,
my brother packed them in a moving van
Two hundred small cases,
he drove them across the land
Wore a Hawaiian shirt,
I saw dirty tracks in the snow
The night was silent, silent and cold

My mother, she begged him,
back then, he was just ten,
she offered him 100 dollars for his violin
but he wouldn't give it up,
from his clutching fingers just like spider legs
my mother dreads the spiders ever since

Three times he called me from prison,
three times I missed his call
They questioned him for 27 days,
but he wouldn’t talk at all
Spider legs are drumming against prison walls
my mother dreads the spiders every time night falls

Violin notes on town square,
the air was filled with desert sand
coins were dropped into the empty case,
someone shouted, "Fiddler from Hell!"
the priest, he gathered stones,
threw rubble with his blessed hands
my brother fled the scene,
and the town was quiet ever since

Two hundred violins,
from where and what for,
you want to know
My brother, he said nothing,
but I understand what he never told
On my machine nothing but spider legs
My mother dreads the spiders
every time the phone rings

At night my dream of the frozen lake
down in the valley,
a violin bow like a spear in the ice,
pointing to the starry sky
Spider legs underwater
as if behind glass
I tug breathlessly at the spear
as the ice cracks