Pump up the sjam, pump up the sjem, pump it up, pump it upperdepup auwa, auwa, get your booty on the front line, make my day, waarom sou ik nou me sjam op wille pompe, gewoon op je boterham, ken mij eT schele …..

Oehoe, oehoe, i'm in the mood for dancin', feel like chancin', the whole night through, oehoe, oehoe, so come on, let's dance, 🦉, let's chance ...... 

Ken mij eT schele, eT ken me allemaal so niks schele, geleuter oofer se poes en varkenss .. gossie wat ruikt sie strepy zoet en lekker, alsof se een heerlijk parfum draagt, terwijl ik haar om 3 uur vanochtend binnen gelaten heb en ze toen lekker naar koud buiten rook ..... the scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh .... and the smell of burning flesh

 "Strange Fruit" is a song written and composed by Abel Meeropol (under his pseudonym Lewis Allan) and recorded by Billie Holiday in 1939. The lyrics were drawn from a poem by Meeropol published in 1937. The song protests the lynching of Black Americans with lyrics that compare the victims to the fruit of trees. Such lynchings had reached a peak in the Southern United States at the turn of the 20th century and the great majority of victims were black. The song has been called "a declaration" and "the beginning of the civil rights movement".

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Strange Fruit

Billie Holiday

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's a 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's a strange and bitter crop

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Songwriters: Lewis Allen. Alleen voor niet-commerciële doeleinden.