John Martyn
strange fruit
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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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- Solid Air
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- Heaven And Earth
- Sweet Little Mystery: The Essential
- Live At Leeds Deluxe Edition
- One World (Deluxe Edition)
- Solid Air (Remastered)
- The Island Years
- One World
- Grace and Danger
- Sweet Little Mysteries - The Island Anthology
- Grace & Danger
- Grace & Danger (Deluxe Edition)
- Bless the Weather
- Bless the Weather (Deluxe Edition)
- Solid Air (Deluxe Edition)
- Rarities Edition: Solid Air
- Solid Air (Rarities Edition)
- The Church With One Bell (Bonus Track Version)
- The Church With One Bell