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Black milk of daybreak we drink it at evening

we drink it at midday and morning we drink it at night

we drink and we drink

we shovel a grave in the air where you won’t lie too cramped

A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes

he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are all sparkling he whistles his hounds to stay close

he whistles his Jews into rows has them shovel a grave in the ground

he commands us play up for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

we drink you at morning and midday we drink you at evening

we drink and we drink

A man lives in the house plays with his vipers he wirtes

he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Maragereta

Your ashen hair Shulamith we shovel a grave in the air

where you won’t lie too cramped

He shouts dig this earth deeper you lot there you others sing up and play

he grabs for the rod in his belt he swings it his eyes are so blue

stick your spades deeper you lot there you others play on for the dancing

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

we drink you at midday and morning we drink you at evening

we drink and we drink

a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margareta

your aschenes Haar Shulamith he plays with  his vipers

He shouts play death more sweetly this Death is a master from Deutschland

he shouts scrape your strings darker you’ll rise up as smoke to the sky

you’ll then have a grave in the clouds where you won’t lie too cramped

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

we drink you at midday Death is a master aus Deutschland

we drink you at evening and morning we drink and we drink

this Death is ein Meister aus Deutschland his eye it is blue

he shoots you with shot made of lead shoots you level and true

a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margarete

he looses his hounds un us grants us a grave in the air

he plays with his vipers and daydreams der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland

 

dein goldenes Haar Margarete

\dein aschenes Haar Sulamith

 

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Submitted by weirdelf on 15 August 2007 - 6:31am.
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Thanks for sharing this, Quill

Man I knew I should have majored in poetry instead of film, ah well, still time, might go back for a 4th degree.
cheers,
Jess

Submitted by quillsvein1 on 15 August 2007 - 6:18pm.

You

won’t be making much money with a degree in poesy, jess. thank you!

Submitted by weirdelf on 16 August 2007 - 5:01am.
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If money was my chief concern

would I be spending over 30 hours a week on this site?
I work 25 hours a week on a shop clerks wage and as long as I can eat, pay my rent and get in a bit of culture and fine food and wine occasionally I regard myself as a rich man.
cheers,
Jess

Submitted by quillsvein1 on 16 August 2007 - 7:44am.

Wow

didn’t really know any of that. thanks for sharing. i was just kidding about the money thing.

Submitted by quillsvein1 on 16 August 2007 - 7:58am.

and

if you majored in film i must tell you before anything is even said, and tell you with conviction: citizen kane was NOT the best movie ever made! not even close, actually! :) best

Submitted by weirdelf on 16 August 2007 - 10:46am.
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LOL

I agree, although I would also agree with most of the major critics that “Les Enfant du Paradis” is in the top ten.
Actually my thesis was on the relationships between film and poetry. Featured Jim Jarmusch and George Greenough. I think Jarmusch is the only working film-maker I have seen who consciously uses prosodic structure in his films.
cheers,
Jess