My Darling Clementine,

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We're just wandering, we're just a-wandering like fools.













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Vagabonding on the Pacific, John Barrymore (1926)


La Ciénaga, Lucrecia Martel (2001)




Tempest, Paul Mazursky, 1982






Colossal Youth, Pedro Costa, 2006




I used to write,
I used to write letters I used to sign my name
I used to sleep at night
Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain


But by the tim
e we met
By the time we met the times had already changed

So I never wrote a letter
I never took my true heart I never wrote it down
So when the lights cut out
I was left standing in the wilderness downtown


Now our lives are changing fast
Now our lives are changing fast
Hope that something pure can last
Hope that something pure can last












Le Petit Soldat, JLG, 1963











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