Carmen McRae
strange fruit remastered
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Southern trees bear a 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.
- Album:
- Great American Songbook
- Miscellaneous
- Jazz Brasserie, Vol. 1
- At Newport
- Fitzgerald/Holiday/McRae: At Newport
- Carmen McRae: Finest Hour
- Diva
- Carmen Sings Monk
- Love You Madly
- The Great American Songbook (International Release)
- The Great American Songbook (US Release)
- For Once In My Life (US Release)
- Rhino Hi-Five: Carmen McRae [Live]
- Cocktail Jazz: Various Vocal Artists
- Setting Standards
- The Diva Series
- Upside Down
- Classic Jazz for Lovers
- No More Blues
- Upside Down: Live at the Montreux Jazz Festival