drinkin again and thinkin of when, when you loved me i'm havin a few and wishin that you were here
makin the rounds, accepting a round from strangers bein a fool just hopin that you'll appear
sure I can borrow a smoke, maybe tell some joker a bad joke but nobody laughs, they don't laugh at a broken heart
oh yeah, I'm drinkin again, it's always the same that same old story after the kicks there's little old mixed-up me tryin to lose a dream that used to be
look at me, I'm drinkin again, drinkin all over town yeah I'm drinkin again
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.
drinkin again and thinkin of when, when you loved me i'm havin a few and wishin that you were here
makin the rounds, accepting a round from strangers bein a fool just hopin that you'll appear
sure I can borrow a smoke, maybe tell some joker a bad joke but nobody laughs, they don't laugh at a broken heart
oh yeah, I'm drinkin again, it's always the same that same old story after the kicks there's little old mixed-up me tryin to lose a dream that used to be
look at me, I'm drinkin again, drinkin all over town yeah I'm drinkin again
I prefer Sinatra's version.
maybe it's the perspective?
Probably! Plus I think world-weariness is something Frank does well. Love the Dinah Washington, too. It's a great song. Imagine what Jimmy Scott or Bob Dorough would have done with it! That'd be odd, but cool.
and her version of For All We Know (not on Abbey is Blue)
For all we know we may never meet again Before you go make this moment sweet again We wont say good night until the last minute I'll hold out my hand and my heart will be in it
For all we know this may only be a dream We come and go like a ripple on a stream So love me tonight, tomorrow was made for some Tomorrow may never come for all we know
So love me tonight, tomorrow was made for some Tomorrow may never come for all we know
(I love this line I'll hold out my hand and my heart will be in it)
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maybe it's the perspective?
OBSCURE FREESTYLE 12" DANCERS CIRCA 1985...909 AND GAYNESS...
You both sound ass-hurt.
let me guess, it contains the phrase ass hurt
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.
why for? its a good song. yes.
Probably! Plus I think world-weariness is something Frank does well. Love the Dinah Washington, too. It's a great song. Imagine what Jimmy Scott or Bob Dorough would have done with it! That'd be odd, but cool.
It's throw-yourself-off-the-end-of-the-peer type music.
(And I'm gonna see them live this saturday
"What's that Mr. Yorke? Jump you say?"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QlomfZx7f94#w4owLljR30k
lmao are u the guy terroizing the guy in comments section? let him live!
mad Timmothy Hutton vibes.
Back in high school The Cure "disintegration".
Labradford
Nick Drake
and her version of For All We Know (not on Abbey is Blue)
For all we know we may never meet again
Before you go make this moment sweet again
We wont say good night until the last minute
I'll hold out my hand and my heart will be in it
For all we know this may only be a dream
We come and go like a ripple on a stream
So love me tonight, tomorrow was made for some
Tomorrow may never come for all we know
So love me tonight, tomorrow was made for some
Tomorrow may never come for all we know
(I love this line I'll hold out my hand and my heart will be in it)