Lyrics of "Strange Fruit" by L. Allen, the version I prefer is by Mark Lanegan in the Twilight Singers, very historic and emotional song about changing times, racism in the world.
Southern trees bare strange fruit, blood on the leaves and blood at the roots, black body swinging in the southern breeze, strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Yeh.
That stolen seed, from the darling south, the bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, steel magnolia, sweetest red, there the sun has smelled of burning flesh, yeh. illicit fruit for the crows to pluck, for the rain to gather, for the winter sun, for the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, there is a strange, yeh, bitter crop.
Yeh, yeh, yeh.
Southern trees bare strange fruit, blood on the leaves and blood at the roots, black body swinging in the southern breeze, yeh, strange fruit, its true, strange fruit.
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