I was a young man, starving and drinking
And trying, to become a writer
And I remember that apartment
The smell of mice and dust
And the old woman with the pretty legs
All the kisses that I lost to your neck,
I am a tennis player, playing on both sides of the net
And I, will get you yet,
And I will turn you, I will turn you
Like a tattooed pigskin
And this time you won’t forget my face
Read my lips

A sculpture is a sculpture
Marmalade is marmalade
And a sculpture of marmalade is a sculpture
But it isn’t marmalade
She said with you inside me,
Comes the knowledge of my death
But I still had some oranges left
Underneath the bed

I came to you, I came to depend on you
I came upon you, I came upon your floor
But the god should be left alone
One mustn’t bang upon the door
She said for everything that is visible
There is a copy that is hidden
She said, nothing takes on life
Until it has been eaten
I was working the hole with the sailor
And you wonder you don’t get invited to more parties
Read my lips

A sculpture is a sculpture
Marmalade is marmalade
And a sculpture of marmalade is a sculpture
But it isn’t marmalade
She said with you inside me,
Comes the knowledge of my death
But I still had some oranges left
Underneath the bed



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Strange Fruit for David song meanings
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    General CommentIt's "Strange Fruit FOR David"
    middledistancerunneron December 19, 2010   Link
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    General CommentThere's so much to decode in this song...
    I'm specially intrigued about the "oranges left underneath his bed"

    Oranges are mentioned a few times in their songs... Mr Tattersall, what's up with you and oranges!? :)
    cotiledoniaon January 30, 2014   Link

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