BBC SESSIONS 1999

hearsay please

Hearsay please. At least tonight it should be so. For I swore, by and by, of your justice. 
Please. For I swore, by and by, of your justice. Please. Hearsay please. 
At least tonight it should be so. For I swore, by and by, of your justice. Please. 
For I swore, by and by, of your justice. Please. I swear I swore, by and by, by and by. 
 swear I swore, by and by, by and by. Hearsay please. 
At least tonight it should be so. For I swore, by and by, of your justice. Please. 
For I swore, by and by, of your justice. Please. I can look at castles. 
I swear I swore. Though I can't look at riddles. I swear I swore. 
Though I can't look at stairs. I swear I swore. 
By and by, by and by, by and by, by and by...

strange fruit

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.
Oh----- Oh:-----

Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
And 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 trees to drop
Oh, ----- here is a strange and bitter --- crop.
Oh, --- here is a strange and bitter crop.