Sunday Bloody Sunday U2&rlm;

I can’t believe the news todayOh, I can’t close my eyes and make it go away

How long, how long must we sing this song?How long? How long?

‘Cause tonightWe can be as oneTonight

Broken bottles under children’s feetBodies strewn across the dead-end streetBut I won’t heed the battle callIt puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody SundaySunday, Bloody SundaySunday, Bloody SundaySunday, Bloody SundayAlright, let’s go

And the battle’s just begunThere’s many lost, but tell me who has won?The trenches dug within our heartsAnd mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, Bloody SundaySunday, Bloody Sunday

How long, how long must we sing this song?How long? How long?

‘Cause tonight we can be as one, tonightTonight, tonight (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)Tonight, tonight (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)Alright, let’s go

Wipe the tears from your eyesWipe your tears awayI’ll wipe your tears awayI’ll wipe your tears away (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)I’ll wipe your bloodshot eyes (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

Sunday, Bloody SundaySunday, Bloody SundaySunday, Bloody SundaySunday, Bloody Sunday

And it’s true we are immuneWhen fact is fiction and TV realityAnd today the millions cry (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)We eat and drink while tomorrow they die (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

The real battle just begun (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)To claim the victory Jesus won (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)On Sunday, Bloody Sunday, yeahSunday, Bloody Sunday

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGTbAa-7GTM

“Strange Fruit”

Lyrics & Music by Abel Meerpool, 1937
Performed by Billie Holiday

Southern trees bearing 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

Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck
For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

– Originally published as a poem in 1937 by Abel Meerpool, aka Lewis Allen, a Jewish schoolteacher from the Bronx, depicts Southern trees bearing “strange fruit.”

Billie Holiday Strange Fruit 1939

Billie Holiday – “Strange Fruit” Live 1959 [Reelin’ In The Years Archives]

Nina Simone – Ain’t Got No, I Got Life (HD) live in London, 1968.

Ain’t got no home, ain’t got no shoesAin’t got no money, ain’t got no classAin’t got no friends, ain’t got no schoolingAin’t got no wear, ain’t got no jobAin’t got no money, no place to stay

Ain’t got no father, ain’t got no motherAin’t got no children, ain’t got no sisters aboveAin’t got no earth, ain’t got no faithAin’t got no touch, ain’t got no godAin’t got no love

Ain’t got no wine, no cigarettesAin’t got no clothes, no countryNo class, no schoolingNo friends, no nothingAin’t got no godAin’t got one more

Ain’t got no earth, no ?No food, no homeI said I ain’t got no clothesNo job, no nothingAin’t got long to liveAnd I ain’t got no love

But what have I got?Let me tell ya what I’ve gotThat nobody’s gonna take away

I got my hair on my headI got my brains, I got my earsI got my eyes, I got my noseI dot my mouth, I got my smile

I got my tongue, I got my chinI got my neck, I got my boobiesI got my heart, I got my soulI got my back, I got my sex

I got my arms, I got my handsI got my fingers, got my legsI got my feet, I got my toesI got my liver, got my blood

Got life, I got my life

They tried to make me go to RehabBut I said no, no, noYes I’ve been black, but when I come backYou’ll know, know, knowI ain’t got the timeAnd if my daddy thinks I’m fineThey tried to make me go to RehabBut I won’t go, go, go

I’d rather be at home with RayI ain’t got seventy days‘Cause there’s nothingThere’s nothing you can teach meThat I can’t learn from Mr. Hathaway

I didn’t get a lot in classBut I know it don’t come in a shot glass

The man said, “Why you think you here?”I said, “I got no idea”“I’m gonna, I’m gonna lose my baby”“So I always keep a bottle near”

He said, “I just think you’re depressed”“This me, yeah baby, and the rest”

They tried to make me go to RehabBut I said no, no, noYes I’ve been black, but when I come backYou’ll know, know, know

I don’t ever want to drink againI just, ooh, I just need a friendI’m not gonna spend ten weeksAnd have everyone think I’m on the mend

And it’s not just my prideIt’s just ’til these tears have dried

They tried to make me go to RehabBut I said no, no, noYes I’ve been black, but when I come backYou’ll know, know, knowI ain’t got the timeAnd if my daddy thinks I’m fineThey try to make me go to RehabBut I won’t go, go, go!

Amy Winehouse – Rehab

The official music video for Rehab by Amy Winehouse, directed by Phil Griffin and released in September, 2006. This video was nominated for Video Of The Year at the 2007 MTV VMAs. The track itself won the Ivor Novello Award for Best Contemporary Song in May 2007, as well as three Grammy Awards the following year for Record Of The Year, Song Of The Year and Best Female Pop Vocal Performance.

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Sunday Bloody Sunday U2&rlm;

Billie Holiday Strange Fruit 1939

Billie Holiday – “Strange Fruit” Live 1959 [Reelin’ In The Years Archives]

Nina Simone – Ain’t Got No, I Got Life (HD) live in London, 1968.

Amy Winehouse – Rehab

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