Don’t Threaten Me With Love, Baby. Let’s Just Go Walking In The Rain.

“When the only sound in the empty street, Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop. When the moon so long has been gazing down On the wayward ways of this wayward town. That her smile becomes a smirk, I go to work.” Billie Holiday had … Continue reading

Billie Holiday

“Don’t threaten me with love, baby. Let’s just go walking in the rain. ”