Fragments of Noir

Monday, 23 March 2015

The moon went down, stars were gone

But the sun didn't rise with the dawn

There wasn't a thing left to say

The night we called it a day

Night We called it a Day

(Adair/ Dennis)

Sinatra

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Sotiris Tsakanikas

fragments of noir: 'It was one of those hot dry Santa Annas that come down thru the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge. ............ Red Wind- Raymond Chandler

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