Fragments of Noir

Sunday, 5 June 2016

From the fool's gold mouthpiece to the hollow horn

Plays wasted words, proves to warn

That he not busy being born is busy dying

It;s Allright Ma (i'm Only Bleeding)

(Dylan)

Bob Dylan

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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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