Lyrics

The Bones

released October 2014

As Ah Lay Dine | I’ll Remember | Mollusk | The Bones | Get The Girl | Her Collection | Slow Burn | Milwaukee Bound | Reckless Annabelle


As Ah Lay Dine

Ziegler ©2014 

(inspired by William Faulkner)

Our father was a fish
Lying in the mud
Eye-caked with dust
Alcohol and blood
Of work and war
Of toil and time
As ah lay dine

Our mother made a wish
For all the world
Leastwise her children
Leastwise her girls
That they would rise
Like boats upon
The poison tide
As ah lay dine

As ah lay dine, As ah lay dine
As ah lay dine, Oh ah lay dine
As ah lay dine, As ah lay dine
As ah lay di-i-i-i-i-i-ine

Now here am I
Beneath the waves
Searching for shore
To walk upon
Beyond the grave
Beyond the trouble
Our father raised
As ah lay dine…

As ah lay dine, As ah lay dine
As ah lay dine, Oh ah lay dine
As ah lay dine, As ah lay dine
I wish you all the boats our mother had in mind


I’ll Remember

Ziegler ©2014

A leaf flipping and twisting
on the breeze
Calls my attention to what is
in the field where I was planted
And to where my feet have landed
and the distance in between

The sun was shining I recall
the first time I heard your call
In a place where the walls had faded
feathers & fur in cages
Since then I’ve heard it all

The first time you kissed me
like the beat of a drum
I saw the death of our fathers
and the birth of our sons
In the warm light of a setting star
before the darkness comes
I’ll remember

Crying when you said you had enough
your tears when I said the same to you
The poor kid hiding in his room
brought us back again – back again

The endless pursuit of moments
that happen when
we’re not watching them
The daily bread and the daily grind
pick us up and beat us down again
But I know why we stay
and I know why we have faith
and I know why your eyes
haunt me still
– I remember


Mollusk (Arms of a Stranger)

Ziegler ©2014

Where did you go?
How did you hide from me so well?
It’s like you up and disappeared
and only left a shell
I was feeling so bereft
must say, it hurt like hell
It made me want to crawl
into the arms of a stranger

All your color drained away
when you retreated to the wreck
Masquerading in the backwater
among the sea-grass and the kelp
And you wouldn’t even come to rescue me
when I called your name for help
It made me want to crawl
into the arms of a stranger

So if you’re going my way
I don’t want your love girl
I don’t want your friendship
I don’t want your trust…
I just want to crawl
Into the arms of a stranger
I just want to fall
into the arms of a stranger

The hardest thing in life to give up
are your own illusions.
When friends fail and lovers leave you
without a clue
It’s like your soul evaporates
in the tide pools of confusion.
It makes you want to crawl
into the arms of a stranger

So if you’re going my way
I don’t want your love girl
I don’t want your sex
your friendship or your trust…

I just want to crawl
into the arms of a stranger
I just want to fall
into the arms of a stranger

The Bones

Ziegler ©2014

Beyond the fertile fields
out on the edge of town
Behind a ply-wood gate
beneath the frozen ground
Is as scarred and unholy
a place as can be found
and the bones of every person that I have…

The wind through
the trees is unhealthy and shrill
The birds on the meadow
are unnaturally still
The earth is dark and sour
in the fields that have been tilled
by the bones of every person that I’ve…

Dry as the bones of my ambition
Dry as the bones of my good will
Dry as the words of every prophet
That I’ve taken and forsaken and revealed

With my tools and many instruments
all my labor, all my skill
With every ounce of cunning
and every pound of will
Every child, every mother, every lover,
every shill
They were bent on self-destruction
so I gave them what they willed

The bones see through my bitter eyes
The bones speak from my swollen tongue
With the stories left unwritten
and the pages left unfilled
Lie the bones of every person that I have…

Beyond the brittle morning,
beyond the killing fields
After the rains have come
what will the storm reveal
The ground washed bare
of every effort to conceal
the bones of every person that I have…

Da… Da… Da…


Get the Girl

Ziegler ©2014

Now what’s been going on?
It’s not like you have been
completely straight
You say you’ve done your best
but it’s been much too little much too late
I can’t expect to carry on
with your half-full and my half-empty plate
And I’d do anything for you that don’t involve
attending my own wake

And all I wanted was to touch her hair
And all I wanted was to change the world
And all I wanted was to get the girl
now I’m not sure of anything…

You say I’ve doubted you
well I can’t help it I doubt everything
And this is nothing new
it’s just my way of
taking care of things
There is no stone unturned
there is no romance to my reckoning
When everything is upside down
at least I know where
the bottom is

It’s a compromise position
a flaw in my disposition
The usual competition
between my head & heart

And all I want now is to touch her hair
And all I want now is to change the world
And all I want now is to get the girl
but I’m not sure of anything…
some things never change


Her Collection

Hanson / Ziegler ©2014

Met her friend on the street today
Got high with him late last night
I could tell by the look in his eye
He was part of her collection
Part of her collection
More harm than good
She never does what she should
Gets away with murder every day
Always gets her way
Always gets her way

Mostly fact, hardly fiction
Strapped and pinned in submission
Call it stiff competition
They’re all part of her collection
Part of her collection

Lighting bugs in a jar
She shakes them up
just to watch
them glow
No matter how hard they
bang and buzz
She’ll never let them go –
never let them go

How they beg
and petition
With little hope
of resistance
She fucks you once
And you’re fucked for
the distance
When you’re part of
her collection
Part of her collection


Slow Burn

Ziegler ©2014

She’s got a way to walk the center lane
The middle of the road
Where she can see it both ways

Not like some jealous god
More like a snake with eyes
On both sides of her face

But when some righteous far-right
Is coming to her own door
Preaching stereotypes
And character assassination

She’s not immune
To putting up a fight
Let me make it perfectly clear

She’ll take a slow burn
She’ll take the low road
When her hive is poked
By some ignorant…

She’ll take a slow burn
She’s got a long fuse
But when she blows
There’s no telling what will get broken

She’s got a gentle hand
She knows that listening is a gift
So she might lend a moment
Until she ain’t got nothing left

I say “Why not let fools be fools
If that is their main objective?”
But when she hears the word of love
Wrapped up in fear and hate
Well, she might lose her perspective

She takes a slow burn
She’ll take the low road
When her hand is forced
By some ignorant…

She’ll take a slow burn
She’s got a long fuse
But when she blows
There’s no telling what will get broken


Milwaukee Bound

Ziegler ©2014

I rode all the way from Memphis
on a northbound line
Pulled into Chicago ‘bout
a quarter past nine
Smoked a little reefer
drank a lot of wine
By the time I got to Sussex
I was feeling fine

Who would have thought
that after all these towns
I’d be half way to nowhere
and Milwaukee bound

Now I got a little job
at the discount mart
Stackin’ up the medicine
and pushin’ carts
I met a little girl
at the bowl and grill
We made it in my Chevy
up on Brewer’s Hill

I thought that it was nothing
only making rounds
Now I’m half way to nowhere
and Milwaukee bound

Now I gotta find a way
to get on outta here
Stop spending all my money
on smoke and beer
Clean up my credit
pay off my bills
Then I’ll be trading in my Chevy
for a Coup de Ville

I mean who would have thought
that after all these towns
I’d be half way to nowhere
and Milwaukee bound


The Ballad of Reckless Annabelle

Ziegler ©2014

Call me Ishmael…
Call me troubled for a time
Call me restless; call me wanton
Call me anything you like
But when I went to marry Annabelle
An arrangement of my clan
I left her standing at the altar
And I fled to join the band

Brother Ethan he was steadfast
Brother Kevin he was wise
Brother Mitchell he was wild
And almost died before his time
Sister Lucy was a beauty
Who could play the concert grand
Sister Sara had the fairest
Voice and face in all the land

Now we made our way through every
Wind-blown dark mid-western town
And we sampled every sin and vice
And toasted every round
But every dark seductive temptress
Under brash and tarnished crown
Wore the face of lovely Annabelle
With her unrequited frown

Then one night in darkest Maryland
On that cold Atlantic shore
Came a chill as deep as death
From behind an open door
And a flash of searing heat
That could compete with any sun
Revealed the silhouette of Annabelle
With a black and smoking gun

Oh now Annabelle, dear Annabelle
Have you finally come for me
Have you tramped the lonely world
To drag me back to Milwaukee
Rest assured that I have loved you
Though I had to take some time
But now I will be taken willingly
By my black and mourning bride

Reckless Annabelle
Reckless Annabelle Lee
Dangerous Annabelle
Have you finally come for me
Have you tramped the lonely world
Just to have me by your side
Lovely Annabelle
Dangerous Annabelle
Reckless Annabelle Lee