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Friday Music, Protest Songs, Anti Government Songs, Anti War Songs. on 21:57 - Aug 28 by dmm
Great thread, Ted. I could spend all night doing this, but I'll finish with this one.
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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Well, that's always going to be the most evocative for me.
I don't think it's as great tune a tune as 'A Change is Gonna Come' for instance, but Sweet Jesus! The words, the poetry, the aching pain.
"The opposite of love, after all, is not hate, but indifference."
Take off your badge We all know it was murder Murder, murder Murder We are dying, it's the reason we are crying We are crying But we will never show fear Even in my eyes I will always rise In wildfires I ain't never been scared Even through my tears I will always care In wildfires
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Friday Music, Protest Songs, Anti Government Songs, Anti War Songs. on 07:23 - Aug 29 with 711 views
Something from Africa (and Chile!) Warning- this is an 11 minute workout! (ps This is a cover of the 1970s Fela Kuti classic protest song, which led to a violent response from the authorities.)
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Friday Music, Protest Songs, Anti Government Songs, Anti War Songs. on 07:59 - Aug 29 with 658 views
And one of the saddest songs I know. I first heard the song and fell in love with with the melody. Only later when I found the Italian translation, did I realise what it was about.
Andrea got lost, he got lost and doesn't know how to return. Andrea got lost, he got lost and doesn't know how to return. Andrea used to have a love, black curly hair, Andrea used to have a sorrow, black curly hair.
It was written on a page that he'd died on the flag. It was written and the signature was in gold, it was signed by the king: killed in the mountains of Trent by machine gun fire, killed in the mountains of Trent by machine gun fire.
Forest-colored eyes, peasant of the realm, French profile. Forest-colored eyes, soldier of the realm, French profile. And Andrea lost him, he lost his love, the pearl most rare. And Andrea has in his mouth, he has in his mouth a sorrow, the darkest pearl.
Andrea was plucking, he was gathering violets at the edges of a well. Andrea was throwing black ringlets in the circle of the well. The bucket said to him, it said, “Sir, the well is deep, deeper than the depth of the eyes of the Night of Tears.”
He said, “It’s enough for me, it's good enough that it’s deeper than I am.” He said, “It’s enough for me, it's good enough that it’s deeper than I am.”
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