Strange Fruit
Jeff Buckley Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

"Strange Fruit" is a song written by Abel Meeropol, originally performed by Billie Holiday in 1939. The song emphasizes the haunting imagery of lynching in the American South. Jeff Buckley, however, takes his own approach with the song. The cover plays on the haunting nature of the lyrics with Buckley's delicate delivery, the song becomes slightly unnerving. Sung with subtlety and stilling emotion, the song's lyrics are able to stand on their own and create an impact on the listener.


The lyrics speak of the lynching of black people, which Meeropol saw while growing up in the Bronx. The "strange fruit" referred to in the song is the bodies of black people who have been hanged from trees and left to rot in the breeze. The song describes the South as a "pastoral scene," a lovely and peaceful place, but it quickly becomes clear that there is something sinister in its idyllic exterior. Meeropol's lyrics detail both the smell of the magnolias and burning flesh, and the juxtaposition of the two creates a disturbing image in the listener’s mind. Buckley's hauntingly beautiful voice covered in reverb is perfect for delivering Meeropol's dark and chilling lyrics.


Line by Line Meaning

Southern trees bear strange fruit
The trees in the South bear an unusual type of fruit


Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
There is blood all over the tree and its roots


Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Black people's bodies swinging in the air due to suffocation


Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Unusual fruit hanging from the trees, which are actually black people's bodies


Pastoral scene of the gallant South
A picturesque view of the brave South


The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
The black people's eyes are popping out of their sockets and their mouths are distorted due to strangulation


Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
The sweet aroma of magnolias


Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Suddenly, there is a strong scent of burning human flesh


Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
These black people's bodies are like fruit for the crows to eat


For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
Rain collects on the bodies and the wind blows them around


For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
The sun causes the bodies to decay, and eventually the trees will lose their fruit


Here is a strange and bitter crop
This is an unusual and very unpleasant harvest




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Written by: Abel Meeropol

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@viniciusguedes6443

"The southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots
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 crows to pluck
For the rain to gather for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop"



@SCAMACHOA

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



All comments from YouTube:

@WhatIsDeafIsDead76

There's an interview of Robert Plant (link at the end of my comment) talking about Jeff, and he mentions that he had seen him performing live and it was a mind altering experience and then he adds that..."he had so much conviction" and then he pauses as if there was nothing else to say after that. It took me a few hours to process that statement and then it hit me. This is probably the most important and essential comment you can attribute to an artist. Usually people are looking for originality and authenticity as the means in order to judge an artist. Are their tears real? Did they actually experienced what they are singing? Does it matter though? Was Jeff Buckley a black man who was affected by Jim Crow, kkk, or lynching? Of course no, but was he able to channel all this pain, agony and suffering that the song describes by using only a guitar and his voice? Judging by the comments in this video and the likes combined I would say fuck yeah....and this is exactly what Robert Plant was saying, and it's probably the greatest truth about performing artists, you don't need to be directly affected by the theme of your art, you just need to be able to immerse yourself to the emotional state that this art was created in, and communicate this state to the audience by making yourself the medium. This is it really, the holy grail for every performance artist. Conviction is the key word.....https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0kUK4IoWqQ

@jjhamel30

Remember, when Jeff went to GIT he won best guitarist in the class award. I asked him if he learned anything there and he said no. He was better at 14 than I'll ever be.

@michaelgraham9774

Jeff's guitar playing is kinda like his singing in some ways I noticed. Some pretty strong vibrato as well as really wide interval leaps between certain notes and a certain level of dynamic in the volume of certain phrases. Dude was oozing musicianship

@Porkleaker

Go check out Roy Buchanan, police murdered him, amazing telecaster master

@kegsofvomitspit

Dude was the living personification of a musician. Born and bred into it.

@maxchristie1619

I can't imagine a world where Jeff Buckley didn't exist, where his voice didn't add to my musical experience, where his expression was anything but genuine and necessary. He isn't co-opting the pain conveyed in this song for his own benefit, he is expressing the truth of the song in repsect of and regard for that pain. I doubt Billie or Nina would disagree.

@ffdtsfsfgdfasdgsyhg

Damn, Jeff's guitar playing does not get enough credit.

@becauseofthisiweep

I was just thinking this...

@boogie11able

Adrian Hole no shit. He was a great guitar player. I have never heard him do stuff like he did in the intro of this song though.

@nick260682

True to all these comments. Didn’t realise he had those blues licks in his lockers. Amazing.

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