t minus 10

love, purity, and truth
i went to the gutter to seek out the truth
i asked every liar i met
but no silk suited demon with tongue of fire
could produce the desired effect

i paid the pimps the price they asked
to speak to an honest man
but all i got was a scarecrow
who dealt out the tarot
while a cross and a dollar
decorated his hand

and a whore named marie
showed me a place in the sea
where it's rumoured true love might be found
but all that was there
was a stink in the air
the smell of a maiden who'd drowned

(bridge)
when at last at the end of my travels
i at your feet lay me down
you greeted me there in silence
my heart didn't utter a sound
(end of bridge)

when away like a candle in corner
i found purity burning her wick
i winked at her eye all aglitter
and i beat our her fire with a stick.

memento mori

"look deep within yourself agent starling"

online ego check
GO!

it is interesting to note that of all the folks on the web genning content, i am the only "Steffan Ziegler" currently operative. interestingly, until recently, my name generated no results on german search engines either, until this gem finally showed up:

http://www.fzs.de/geschichte/fraenkische_heimat.htm

(the page describes the content of an old document detailing a village uprising (1525-26) in which several farmers are called before a bishop to account for thier actions. One of the farmers is "That Young Mr. Steffan Ziegler.")

i'm looking forward to the movie and mama's tomorrow. if there are changes, call.