richardmurray

Concept: it's not all about tights and capes  
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Strange Fruit < a poem>

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 twisted mouth,
The scent 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 rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

lyrics from  Abel Meeropol

But no one sings the poem better than the great, legendary, Billie Holiday
with accompanying trumpet from Charlie Shavers

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lx_mOECjT_8