Fragments of Noir

Wednesday, 21 November 2018

Get thee behind me Satan

I want to resist

But the moon is low, and i can't say no

Get thee behind me

Get Thee Behind Me
(Berlin)
Ella Fitzgerald
1958

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Jay Maisel

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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