And Lane is a great song whether you like it or not. Some of the songs I like are some of his previous ones I even relished watching and he played this one in the West and he had this begun inspiration in it that I kept listening to. Some Nicht of the past I can't quite remember what it was called. I feel that for me it's moved me elationally to play after such a hard joy in just hearing music. And I would also disagree with you, Toby. The barren strange fruits Blood on the leaves Blood at the roots Black bodies swingin' in the southern breeze Strange fruit hangin' in the poplar trees Pastoral scenes in the gallant south Them big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolia clean and fresh Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck For the wind to gather For the rain to suck For the sun to rot Here is a strange Here is a strange and bitter cry © BF-WATCH TV 2021