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Southern trees bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves 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 The scent of magnolia sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck for the rain to gather for the wind to suck for the sun to rot for the tree to drop Here is a strange and bitter cropWRITTEN BY LEWIS ANDERSON ORIGINALY SUNG BY BILLY HOLLIDAYRobben island prison in south africa.

My Blog

winner gets to dream

Prisoners of war Sun gods of Aztec warriors Loser gets decapitated Ball crossing over dreams Dreams shooting into hope Upside down shopping carts Five feet of concrete Dirty drive ways Burned dow...
Posted by The human condition--avoid all things existential on Sun, 11 Jun 2006 10:56:00 PST

guns blood and desert

What did you think would happen? Click, click boom click, click boom click, click boom A teeeen Hut! Shined shoes Shaved head fatigues Grenade shot gun Rifle pistol sub machine  12 gauge in...
Posted by The human condition--avoid all things existential on Thu, 01 Jun 2006 10:16:00 PST

Nappy

The anarchist   Dares you to love Touch it; even want to be So you unique Its name quivers on lips in deaf ears A genetic crown Wool comforter Security blanket Grab it pull it Let it be fre...
Posted by The human condition--avoid all things existential on Thu, 25 May 2006 04:53:00 PST

breakfast soul

Love served over easy Two eyes crash Into future talks of babies Wedding plans And picket fences Over scrambled eggs with a dash of pepper Buttered toast with a side of jam Cream and sugar dreams ...
Posted by The human condition--avoid all things existential on Wed, 24 May 2006 10:42:00 PST

And thats right where we want you!

  *In my box I love bullet proof glass I wish my house was covered in it Im not just talking about the windows; no, no I mean the whole house covered in bullet proof glass But you know what? I ...
Posted by The human condition--avoid all things existential on Mon, 22 May 2006 05:12:00 PST

rump shakin doin its best to be grown

 Move Kakis creased cuffed at the bottom Sit three quarters off the behind Chucks are Taylor made Gangsters fold the tongue strangle it with fat laces Plaid shirts left unbutton Wave cap st...
Posted by The human condition--avoid all things existential on Mon, 22 May 2006 05:10:00 PST