Fragments of Noir

Thursday, 30 July 2020

Willow weep for me

Bend your branches green along the stream that runs to sea

Hear me willow and weep for me

Willow Weep for Me

(Ronell)

Billie Holiday

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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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