Jazz strange fruit

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                               strange fruit song by billy holiday

 

 

southern trees bear a strange fruit,

blood on the leaves and blood on the root,

black bodies swinging in the sothern breeze,

strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

 

pastoral secene of the gallant south,

the bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,

sent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,

then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

 

here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,

for the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,

for the sun to fot, for the trees to drop, here is a strange and bitter crop.

im going to remake this song and i would like some ideas if anyone is up to it

thanks

 

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Edited June 17, 2005 by BuffaloHELP (see edit history)