FUCK THE POLICE
911 EVERY DAY
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.
One of the first anti-racism songs in America, sung by Billie Holliday.
A rare clip of her singing Strange Fruit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4ZyuULy9zs
Powerful song....
I'm a little teary eyed now
I really want the south to get out of this forever, understand? I just don't know how.