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While enjoying my slick subscription to huluplus (streaming on xbox live is a game changer) I watched the Saturday Night Live Black Keys Performance from December 3rd and was floored. I know that my noir music category has basically become a Black Keys fan-site, but I don’t care. Blast your brains with bliss, listen to this:

here are the lyrics (80% Correct):

Down in the waves
She screams again
Roar at the door
My mind can’t take much more
I could never drown

They wanna get my…
They wanna GET my-
Gold on the ceiling
I ain’t high
Just a matter of time
Before you steal it
It’s alright
Aint no dog in my house

Clouds hovered low
Barbred wire fence
Strung up, Strung out
I just can’t go without
I could never drown

They wanna get my…
They wanna GET my-
Gold on the ceiling
I ain’t high
Just a matter of time
Before you steal it
It’s alright
Aint no dog in my house

Can’t go wrong with noir music from the Black Keys. Blakroc is basically a blues-rap project that shook the foundations of the projects. Dan Auerbach and Patrick Carney team up with Mos Def and Jim Jones for “Aint Nothing Like You,” enjoy:

Intro: Mos Def – Pure heart
I love you

Chorus: Mos Def – Pure heart
You’re super cool
You’re live and elemental
You’re sweet and you’re true
Youre sooo true
Oo-ooo-oo-ooo
You’re plain and yet so special
Its nuttin’ like you
You’re so cool
You’re sweet and rude
You’re so plain that its special
Its nuttin’ like you
Well aww hoo
oo-oooo-oo-ooo
You make me stand up, and holla do the hoochie coo
You’re so cool

Verse 1: Jim Jones – They told me pain only shows you where you goin
You get to laugh then that shows you where you been
And when you get the cash that only shows you how to sin like when you gettin fast money and you blow it in the wind
Where we from success one in a million
We thought success was getting money in front the buildin
End of the summer we was countin up the killins, like they killed baby boy trynna run up in the buildin now
Love
I bouged one of her rose petals
She was from the concrete and came up out the cold ghetto
But so gentle
But it appears like, on a clear light it could thunderstorm
Want some more

Refrain: Mos Def – Oo-ooo-oo-ooo
Pure heart
I love ya, pure heart
Pure heart
Uh-ooo-oo-ooo
Ha, its nuttin’ like you
You’re soo
Do-doo-do-doo
You’re live and elemental
You’re sweet and you’re rude, so cool
And fiery too
You’re plain and elemental
You’re sweet and youre rude
You’re soo true

Verse 2: Jim Jones – Most say I’m politically incorrect
But most people scared they spit it so indirect
I been accused of, same thing as you but, I refused ta, follow rules of who
The complexion of politics done changed and the computer glitch put so many problems up in the game that uh
I prolly still be selllin ‘caine if I, didnt get a chance at the stardom or the fame
Bein humble is a hard quality to achieve when your ego is crazy with no modesty
We make good music just usin the black keys, and Im flyin through the hood in my newest of black Vs
Peace

Outro: Mos Def – Wahoo-oo-ooo
You’re plain and elemental
Aint nuttin’ like you
You’re pure heart

The video is insane right? Thought so.

okay, okay, I know that you may think that I am making a stretch. “Is there really such a thing as ‘noir music’ Chad?” YES. And I am talking about music other than the score of a Humphrey Bogart film noir.  Dozens of contemporary examples of noir music are being cut and produced like the heroin of the underworld daily. My biggest hope is to bring you samples from time to time (and eventually get you hooked). And I think I’m still talking about noir music and not drugs…yeah…  I would be remiss if I didn’t throw props to my musical mavens, my brother Aj de Lisle and my best friend Zach S. (seriously these guys find me all the hottest sh** in the music industry on a weekly basis).

Please Enjoy “Sinister Kid” by The Black Keys, off their album called Brothers:

Here are the lyrics, posted for your noir definition inspecting eyes:

Well, the crooks are out
And the streets are gray
You know I wouldn’t have it
Any other way

Your mother’s words
They’re ringing still
But your mother don’t
Pay our bills

A sinister kid is a kid who
Runs to meet his Maker
A drop dead sprint from the day he’s born
Straight into his Maker’s arms
And that’s me, that’s me
The boy with the broken halo
That’s me, that’s me
The devil won’t let me be

I got a tortured mind
And my blade is sharp
A bad combination
In the dark

If I kill a man
In the first degree
Baby would you
Flee with me?

A sinister kid is a kid who
Runs to meet his Maker
A drop dead sprint from the day he’s born
Straight into his Maker’s arms
And that’s me, that’s me
The boy with the broken halo
That’s me, that’s me
The devil won’t let me be

Keep reading, listening, and watching noir! I’ll be back tomorrow!