Fragments of Noir

Saturday, 21 May 2016

And you know she will be waiting there

And you'll find her somehow you swear

Somewhere tonight you run sad and free

Until all you can see is the night

The Night

(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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