Fragments of Noir

Friday, 12 March 2021

You and me, streetlight

We'll paint the town - gray

Oh, we are so many lamps

Who have lost our way

Twelve Bars Past Goodnight

(Jones)

Rickie Lee Jones

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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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