Bohren & Der Club Of Gore - Midnight Walker

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Uploaded by on May 3, 2009

A great tune from the masters of film noir jazz. This is the soundtrack to a smoky Detroit back-alley bar at 2 AM, half-full of shady figures with three-day beards slowly finishing their last glasses of scotch. Beautiful. Taken from the album "Sunset Mission".

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  • This guy is ruthless, no doubt about it... But then again, these days they all are. I remember back when the scumbags still had some decency in them. A flickering hint of morality. But now it's just every man to himself, all that matters is reputation and cold, hard cash. And this guy wants them both, badly. And he won't stop until I stop him, that's for damn sure.

    I exhale the cigar smoke and stare at the dim, sickly yellow streetlights. The rain shows no sign of stopping. My city, my queen..

  • Loving the film noir dialogues, guys. Keep 'em coming.

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  • Wow, thanks Chino for showing me this!

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  • yo escucho a esta musica cuando estoy estudiando, lo ayudarme mucho!

  • I listen to this music when i'm writing essays, helps so so much!

  • The embers flair as if hell itself was being light as I take another drag. The smoke swirls, lingering, caressing me like that dame did last night, until she found out I was five short from being her nightly boyfriend. I lean on the window sill, as the crimson prison flicker around me. I guess the neons attract all cockroaches. The city wails as the sirens sing, and what a song she sings. I grabbed my Beretta as the knock on the door becomes angry. I guess it is my turn to dance to the tune..

  • Worth dyin' for. Worth killin' for. Worth goin' to hell for.

  • (cont.) And then all of a sudden, i saw it within my peripheral vision. It was a chair coming towards me. I turned my head and saw that the chair was tied to the front end of a bus.Why a chair was tied to the front of a bus, I'll never know. This city is just filled to the brim with unexpectedness. I thought to myself, "I really shouldn't be narrating film noir stories to myself while I'm walking and pay more attention." I collapse to the ground and the bus passes over me. I learned my lesson

  • It's 1 a.m as I leave the Applebee's and go off; where, i don't know. The Applebee's normally closes at 11 p.m, but I sat in a booth in the back and no one payed me any attention. I step out back on to the city streets. It's still busy, as always. Neon signs pass my gaze as my make way on to the next adventure. I'm always looking for adventure. If I don't, adventure finds me and asks me why i haven't called in awhile. Adventure is clingy that way, ya see.

  • The cheesiness of these comments is overwhelming, makes me uncomfortable.

  • Holy crap...Some of these people who write these comments. Absolutely awesome...I wish I had that talent.

  • Her eyes... I've never seen bluer.

  • I heard a screeching voice in the background. It was Lilith having another panic attack. I got my grip together and stared at the midnight gloom, whilst tightly grasping my colt which I firmly held in my coat pocket. Suddenly there was a gunshot and tires screeching. I knew I had to get away soon, but not until I told Lilith what I really felt for her.

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