This is an archival website for music written, recorded, and/or produced by Dietrich Kammer.
One of the teachers
And one of the preachers
They make a pact to leave the sect
Of which they are part of
Gone like the spider
From a room void of flies
Searching and trying
To find a web to which to cling
One preacher
One teacher
A spider and its flies
Caught by a fisherman
With one tooth made of gold
Teaching and preaching
A new message with a hook
The golden tooth is hollow
And the message all used up
Sooner or later I will
Beg all of you
To use the hook to pull the tooth
From the fisherman’s rotten mouth
Staying like a spider
In a room void of flies
Searching and trying
A brand new web to build
Don’t put no gold into
Only one of your teeth