Fragments of Noir

Monday, 4 February 2019

But nothing lasts forever

And the deepest well runs dry

Just 'cause i've stopped rolling sevens

Doesn't mean i have to cry

Where Did Everyone Go ?

(Van Heusen/David)

Nat King Cole

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Bonnie Logan
Adam mag 1958

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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