Strange Fruit, Billy Holliday (Lewis Allen)
Perdi a virgindade no blues com Billy Holliday, nesta música. Até hoje sou traumatizado, o melhor trauma de todos.
Cada simples palavra é encantada, como se ela estivesse saboreando as letras e todas as notas.
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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