Fragments of Noir

Sunday, 31 July 2016

When the moon so long has been gazing down

On the wayward ways of this wayward town

That her smile becomes a smirk

I go to work

Love for Sale

(Porter)

Ella Fitzgerald

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Luke Swank 1934
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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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