BILLIE HOLIDAY

Há muito tempo – principalmente, em intensidade – BILLIE HOLIDAY, também conhecida como Lady Day, abastece a sensibilidade de quem crê que a Arte, como a Vida, é eterna.

Assim sendo, vamos juntos!

GOD BLESS THE CHIL

Them that's got shall have
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own

Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own

Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're gone, spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
(Repeat)

Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
He just worry 'bout nothin'
Cause he's got his own
Yes he's got his own

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BILLIE, A STRANGE FRUIT

Na semana passada, por causa da fúnebre efeméride - tipo de data muito cara à cultura judaico-cristã, a imprensa voltou a falar dela. O FRATURA quer oferecer uma singela colaboração.

Creio que mesmo quem não entender as palavras será tocado, de alguma maneira, pelas imagens e, claro, pela voz de Lady Day. STRANGE FRUIT é uma canção eternizada por Billie Holiday.

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STRANGE FRUIT

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.