Cocteau Twins
strange fruit
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Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
Blood at the roots
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 crop
- Album:
- Stars and Topsoil: A Collection
- BBC Sessions
- Milk & Kisses
- Violaine Part 2 EP
- Snow EP
- Four-calendar Cafe
- Heaven Or Las Vegas
- Iceblink Luck EP
- Blue Bell Knoll
- Miscellaneous
- Victorialand
- Treasure
- Head Over Heels
- Sunburst & Snowblind EP
- Garlands
- The Pink Opaque
- BBC Sessions: Cocteau Twins
- Four Calender Cafe
- Four Calender Cafe (Limited Edition)
- Four Calender Cafe (Standard Version)