Swing

 

Der Meister: You angry little s***s got nothing on me.

Singing in the gutter,

dancing with your flees.

Suck me, suck me.

The world needs a hero

Die Tanzers: Schwarze Milch der Abends,

wir trinken nur einmal.

 

Der Meister: Blew a kiss to the sun,

and watched it burn.

Don't really care what I didn't learn. .

Come on children, dance,

get your dinner.

Die Tanzers: Schwarze Milch der Abends,

Wir trinken Sie immer.

Der Meister: Can't have an iron fist without an iron smile.

I scream,

you scream,

we all scream

Die Tanzers: HEIL!!!

Der Meister: And when you've got to eat, kids,

it can't matter how.

Die Tanzers: Schwarze Milch der Abends

Küss unsere Mauls.

 

Der Meister: Put a kick in your goosestep, vulture feed,

can't get to Heaven if you're not on your knees.

One step,

two step,

it's all about the new step

Die Tanzers: Schwarze Milch der Abends

warum schmeckst du wie Granite?

Der Meister: Twirl, twirl, until you all fall down,

Ashes, ashes,

and not a sound.

The men look like women,

the women look like w****s.

Die Tanzers: Schwarze Milche der Abends

Wir trinken Sie nicht mehr.

Reviews

[Amanda Crandall]

I have so much to say.

First the format:
The master and the dancers are the characters we now have presented before us in almost a screenplay format. Here it is, none of it's real, but all of it is pretty and you'll keep watching. Because we are not interested in talent, after all we are interested in pizazz, why do you think there have been no overweight winners of american idol? cause beat it out as skillfully as you can, chica, you're still not going to sell diet shakes to ten year olds. You angry little s***s got nothing on me.
Singing in the gutter,
dancing with your flees.
Suck me, suck me.
The world needs a hero.

this has a very "drink from me and live forever" feel to the stanza. Singing in the gutter Dancing with your fleas intone celebrating where there is nothing to celebrate and smiling where you should be facing the pain this forced optimism is cemented by 'suck me suck me' as in to draw from this master in hopes of finding the strength to stand on you own. As we all know, hope is the most dangerously wielded weapon. suck off of me, serve me, and you may wake up a hero.

Black Milk of the evening, we drink to you once: Just a little step, just a little bit of servitude, no one will notice and no one will care, and my morals are only slightly negotiated...

Blew a kiss to the sun,
and watched it burn.
Don't really care what I didn't learn.
Come on children, dance,
get your dinner.

Blew a kiss to the sun, and watched it burn. Saw talent, saw something beautiful and didn't give it a care in the world.
Don't really care what I didn't learn. Don't know or don't care because it did not instantly taste like King or smell like Rowling
Come on children, dance, get your dinner. Feeding the servants, fattening where the money is and encouraging the dependancy on our capitalistic nature

Black milk of the evening, we drink you always. why let go now? it works, I suckle the pig, I'm fed and I have no reason to look elsewhere

Now my favorite Stanza:
Der Meister: Can't have an iron fist without an iron smile.
I scream,
you scream,
we all scream
Die Tanzers: HEIL!!!
Der Meister: And when you've got to eat, kids,
it can't matter how.

Can't have an iron fist without an iron smile The force and the charisma are undaunting and unchallenged, to the point that you worship them for giving you an internship, or worship them for looking over your work, no mutual respect, no complex and equally integral web. I scream you scream we all scream heil! has such a fantastic flow to it, you slip right into it and scream heil in your head because after all we all scream, at some point.
And when you've got to eat, kids, it can't matter how. and once again the dependancy, you need it, how can you remember a life without it? You can't now prey up on it. Black milk of the evening, kiss our mouths. be affectionate, be kind, so we can turn our heads to the fact that eventually your servitude may not be enough.

Put a kick in your goosestep, vulture feed,
can't get to Heaven if you're not on your knees.
One step,
two step,
it's all about the new step.

Fun and games are over put up or put out or or put in, whatever your compromise was is now your bread and butter. You can't get to Heaven if your not on your knees (so well placed) sounds like such an inarguable point, though inherently wrong, after all prayer is the most self serving function of faith. Dance, dance, Tanzers and put out what sells. Black milk of the evening, why do you taste like granite? Because there is no more pleasure in the work or the art, just the desire to produce before a deadline so you can make the payment on your new boat.

Twirl, twirl, until you all fall down,
Ashes, ashes,
and not a sound.
The men look like women,
the women look like w****s.
The thought that nothing lasts forever and eventually the engine will stall. The demasculation of our society seems prevalent to me here. Feminists and political correctness and gay rights activists (yeah i said it) castrating men, and objectifying women. SO set on not discriminating against an identity that we find ourselves with no identity at all, because we are no longer granted permission to acknowledge it.
The last line says it all.

[Robert Luna]

This is a very deep piece. Really made me think and wonder about some stuff. With that being said you format for this piece really worked perfectly. You took on something that most try to turn a blind eye to and you shove the head of your reader into looking at it in a different way but probably not a way they would have choose to see it themselves.

Taking this on a more of a master servant level. But honest which is the mater and the servant. Is society the master and everyone else around is it servant. Or is the rich and famous the masters and we are all the blind sheep that follow their commands and leads. Do we find ourselves as individuals the foolish for believing that others know best for your lives and we don't have the back bone to stand up for what we believe as a truth ourselves.

This a very well thought out piece and I am sure many will pounder on this for a while. Seeing that we as people are naturally seekers of truth and answers to everything. I seem to question everything around us and in reality I we don't know jack s**t about the true answers to questions that we wish to know on some kind of deeper level than just the surface.

Very thought provoking piece of work here my friend. I am sure i rambling some what it is early and I am still trying to wake up. I will have to come back and read my review later and probably say what the hell was I saying there. LOL

Great Job!!!