Fragments of Noir

Tuesday, 16 February 2016

You keep me six days runnin' but i'm thirty days out

Thirty days, thirty days out

With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt

Thirty Days Out
(Springsteen)
Bruce Springsteen

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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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