Fragments of Noir

Saturday, 16 September 2017

When your belly's empty and the hunger's so real

But you're too proud to beg and too dumb to steal

You search the city for your only friend

It's Probably Me

(Sumner,Clapton,Kamen)

Gregory Porter

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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