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Truth and Beauty: A look back at “Strange Fruit” on the 100th anniversary of Billie Holiday’s birth April 8, 2015

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Truth and Beauty: A look back at "Strange Fruit" on the 100th anniversary of Billie Holiday's birth.

 

Today in History – Billie Holiday records “Strange Fruit” April 20, 2012

 

 

Strange Fruit by TeriBlas

   

Cabbaging Cove on tumblr

TeriBlas on deviantART

 

STRANGE FRUIT – THE REMIX December 1, 2011

   

   

 

[Billy Holliday Sample]

 

Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,

Strange Fruit

 

Chorus: [John Legend]

Dance little brother, don’t give up the fight.

Hang on ’til tomorrow, the truth will come to light.

Dance little sister, don’t give up today.

Hang on ’til tomorrow, tonight we celebrate, celebrate.

 

 

Verse 1: [Common]

Black bodies on the wall, color from years ago.

It’s spiritual the way that them tears they fell slow.

Roots and bruises so deep, found it hard to sleep.

Souls lost in the heat, pray to God to keep.

Fast forward to my pop, he nod and geeked-off the heron, still he was dead to bear arms.

That’s where I’m from, my story ain’t that different from yours.

a blood line a hard time, prisons and wars.

With struggle it came rain, when it rains it pours.

We stayed between liquor stores, and “praise the Lord”.

 

Singing “we shall overcome” cause we came for more.

We were dancing for it to rain no more.

Though hurricanes and waves they came ashore, takin’ lives of the brave and poor, they’d ignore, us once again, but it was lessons in the wind, of change that came from within.

So…

 

Chorus:

Dance little brother, dont give up the fight.

Hang on ’til tomorrow, the truth will come to light.

Dance little sister, don’t give up today.

Hang on ’til tomorrow, tonight we celebrate, celebrate.

 

Verse 2

Wonder if I make it to heaven, will I get a chance to party and celebrate with the great black bodies.

I’m talkin’ bout Marley, Nina, and Marcus Garvey.

Similar to Africa the streets is our safari.

From Ashanti in slums, is children with guns.

AIDS and poverty killing our young.

Gramps keep sayin’ a savior gon’ come, for the meek and the humble favor gon’ come.

 

From the same trees we were hung, we can see the sun.

In the darkest hour, our power begun.

I write from the same place they were bleedin’ from.

I’m emceein they done until the streets is won.

So far we’ve come, with so far to go.

To do the impossible only God will know-how we do it, i speak it and put it into music.

The struggle lives through it, it’s a movement so move it.

 

 

Chorus:

Dance little brother, don’t give up the fight.

Hang on ’til tomorrow, the truth will come to light.

Dance little sister, don’t give up the day.

Hang on ’til tomorrow, tonight we celebrate, celebrate…celebrate…celebrate…celebrate…celebrate

 

oooooo you got to

Dance little brother, (oooh) don[‘t give up the fight. (Don’t give up the fight)

Hang on ’til tomorrow, (oooh) the truth will come to light.(will come to light

Dance little sister,(ooh) don’t give up the day. (don’t give up today)

Hang on ’til tomorrow, tonight we celebrate, celebrate.

   

 

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 cry