Fragments of Noir

Friday, 16 October 2015

He said he didn't want me, i wasn't good enough

I'm gonna get myself another man and call his bluff

You Don't Know My Mind

(Williams/Liston/Grey)
Ella Fitzgerald

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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