'Coffee and cigarettes'
Sunday, 30 June 2013
Saturday, 29 June 2013
I remember getting up and coming back to her, and of throwing a shoe at the light bulb later, when the whiskey was gone. I remember the smell of rain-darkness in the room and her telling me i'd cut my feet on the light-bulb glass on the floor. And how she said i was no better than a tramp myself ........
Black Wings Has My Angel
Friday, 28 June 2013
'I know what gold does to men's souls'
They talk about you in the press
They got you figured out i guess
Though you never heard of the guy they mention
Sometimes that girl she'll slip you a kiss
But she's just another somnambulist
And you're tired of sleepwalking
The cat's out but he ain't talking
You're just another joker
With one chance in hell
Of ever pullin' that trigger
Of ever feelin' too well
When they fall in love with a city it is forever, and it is like forever. As though there never was a time when they didn't love it. The minute they arrive at the train station or get off the ferry and glimpse the wide streets and wasteful lamps lighting them, they know they are born for it. There, in the city, they are not so much new, as themselves, their stronger, riskier selves.
State Street 1949
reblogged from Arttattler