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I don't know how to love him
What to do, how to move him
I've been changed, yes really changed
In these past few days, when I've seen myself, 
I seem like someone else
I don't know how to take this
I don't see why he moves me
He's a man. He's just a man
And I've had so many men before, 
In very many ways, 
He's just one more

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Yesterday I cried
You must have been relieved to see the softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything all rolled into one

I'm a B word, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your Hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way
 

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Get my saddle and tie it on
Western wind, who is fast and strong
Jump on back, he's good and long
We'll resist 'til we reach the dawn
Running seems like the best defense
Stayin' just don't make any sense
No-one could ever stop it now
Show the cards of the gypsy town

Sign of the gypsy queen
Pack your things and leave
Word of a woman who knows
Take all your gold and you go

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Hoo-hoo
This here's a story about Billy Joe and Bobbie Sue
Two young lovers with nothin' better to do
Than sit around the house, get high, and watch the tube
And here's what happened when they decided to cut loose

 

They headed down to, ooh, old El Paso
That's where they ran into a great big hassle
Billy Joe shot a man while robbing his castle
Bobbie Sue took the money and run

 

Hoo-hoo-hoo
Go on, take the money and run
Go on, take the money and run
Hoo-hoo-hoo
Go on, take the money and run
Go on, take the money and run
Hoo-hoo-hoo

 

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It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton, and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat
And mama hollered out the back door, y'all, remember to wipe your feet
And then she said, I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge
Today, Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

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1 hour ago, muppy said:

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rut, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

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

Pastor scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouths
Scent of magnolias, 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 rut, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

 

Edited by Joe Ferguson forever
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7 hours ago, Joe Ferguson forever said:

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

Pastor scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouths
Scent of magnolias, 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 rut, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

 

we usually don't cross talk too much but I chose the last verse of Strange Fruit on purpose. It is a very disturbing song top to bottom. it gives me the evil creeps.

1 hour ago, PastaJoe said:

Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone
Bodies confused
Memories misused
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone

Wasted days and wasted nights
I have left for you behind
For you don't belong to me
Your heart belongs to someone else

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47 minutes ago, muppy said:

we usually don't cross talk too much but I chose the last verse of Strange Fruit on purpose. It is a very disturbing song top to bottom. it gives me the evil creeps.

Wasted days and wasted nights
I have left for you behind
For you don't belong to me
Your heart belongs to someone else

we're all "strange" in our own ways.  otherwise the world would be extremely boring...Billie Holliday was a genius with serious flaws....fascinating biography.

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billie_Holiday

Edited by Joe Ferguson forever
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7 minutes ago, WhoTom said:

Who would believe you were a beauty indeed
When the days get shorter and the nights get long

Step right up, and don't be shy
Because you will not believe your eyes
She's right here, behind the glass
You're gonna like her 'cause she's got class

 

You can look inside another world
You get to talk to a pretty girl
She's everything you dream about

 

But don't fall in love
She's a beauty
(She's one in a million girl)
She's a beauty
(Why would I lie?)
Why would I lie?

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