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strange fruit Oct. 6th, 2007|02:51 am

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karate ir iznācis jauns albis - gandrīz apmīzos. izrādās, ka dzīvais ieraksts 595.
džeofa farinas (karate ģitārista/dziedātāja) viens no tagadējiem projektiem: glorytellers (myspace.com/glorytellers) - nenormāli labs, izklausās diezgan pēc karate. iečekot arī secret stars (vēl viens ļoti labs farinas projekts) un soļņikus.
glorytellers ir arī džošua larū - www.myspace.com/joshualarue - nenormāli kruta elektroniskā / ģitāras mūzika.
dzhefa goddarda (karate basista) soļņiks ir arī nenormāli kruts - myspace.com/jeffgoddard101
gavins makkartijs (karate bundzinieks) arī spēlē glorytellers un kopā ar džefu goddardu vēl šo to - http://www.myspace.com/gavinmccarthy
tikpat labi strādā arī www.geofffarina.com, jeffgoddard.org un gavinmccarthy.com.
karoč, ir baigi interesanti.
klausos aaron - deklans de barra ar viņu tūrēs pa franciju. aarons (tāpat kā karate savulaik) arī kavero 'strange fruit'. vikipēdija saka, ka vispopulārākais ir billie holiday variants - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4ZyuULy9zs.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strange_Fruit.
starp citu, tā ir viena no skaistākajām karate dziesmām (pārsvarā tikai farinas nenormāli skaistie soļņiki un dziedāšana).


Seven trees
Bearin strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
And blood at the roots
Black bodies
Swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin
From the poplar trees
Pastoral scene
Of the gallant south
Them big bulging eyes
And the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia
Clean and fresh
Then the sudden smell
Of burnin 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 leaves to drop
Here is
Strange and bitter crop

As singed by billie holiday

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 cry.
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