Fragments of Noir

Saturday, 18 April 2015

But all the while i was alone

The past was close behind

I seen a lot of women

But she never escaped my mind, and i just grew

Tangled up in blue

Tangled Up in Blue

(Dylan)

Bob Dylan

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Charles Hewitt

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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