Fragments of Noir

Friday, 16 December 2016

If I die in New York City

Bury me on the Battery

The pretty girls on Brooklyn ferry

Ask them all to weep for me

Bury Me on the Battery

(Hyman/ Osborne)

Joan Osborne

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Werner Bischof

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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