Sunday, March 05, 2006
Heard this song a long time ago... as a kid... on Dad's LP....didn't really make much sense at the time... but there was something... haunting abt it... a deep an ancient sadness
Recently purchased a Billy Holiday CD... from the only place you find Billy Holiday CD's these days... the under $5 bin at KMart... Strangely it had the same song on it... remembered it instantly... That seem feeling of sadness... and pain...
The song is called Strange Fruit.... but there was something more to it... which I couldn't possibly understand it as a below 7-10 yr old... got the lyrics down... read it and re-read it... heard it and re-heard it...
well here it is... strange fruit.. I was thinking maybe I'd put up th eBIlly Holiday version on Radio Blog... infact I thought I'd do a Jazz Vocal themed radio blog... but that'd probably be really unpopular... what kind of weirdo listens to Jazz anyway? Bunch of fat ladies singing slow..
Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
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