Seriously, you don’t have to.

Instead, check out Billie Holiday pouring her fucking soul into Strange Fruit, a mere five months before her untimely death.

Possibly the saddest rendition ever of the classic song about the lynching of two black men. This won’t make you happy, but it will feed your soul.

God, she’s amazing. Also, this photo sums up my reaction to everyone watching fucking football today.