Greek Street

by Jon Wilks

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1.
Greek Street 06:52
It's of a Soho morning In shades of dirty grey At 6am I stumbled Once more into the day The street's in need of hosing down To wash away the gloom And I was 19 years of age The time has gone so soon 'Twas there I spied a maiden With glitter in her hair And it fell in shards of crimson And it lit the morning air She's teetered on her platform heels And scaffolded my mind Me, without a hard-hat on Just begging to be fined And I would recommend (And I'd write it in a song) A night that ends on Greek Street With the rising of the sun To anybody young She took her name from winter No robin went without And she fluttered on the petrol breeze As neon picked her out The soul of Cambridge Circus A phoenix from the frost Before I knew what had begun I had already lost So we took a bus to Lewisham Where her mother had a place And against the kitchen sideboard Well, I kissed her on the face And on a Swedish packing bed I kissed her naked breast And it wasn't 'til the midnight moon We stopped to take a rest And I would recommend (And I'd write it in a song) A night that ends on Greek Street With the rising of the sun To anybody young It's strange what I remember It's strange what I recall I don't remember conversations I don't remember words at all I remember trips to Brighton Wrapped warm against the cold I remember thinking time had stopped And we weren't growing old And that's the wonder of the transient A sense of life alive It's the magic of the twilight sky And fingers intertwined And fingers then unravelled There's distance in the sheets There's distance in the way she gazed Way back on down the street And I would recommend (And I'd write it in a song) A night that ends on Greek Street With the rising of the sun To anybody young So we lingered in the summer months My winter maid and me And in the Soho evenings I loved her tenderly And by the time the autumn came Her eye began to roam And I wandered back to Lewisham All longing and alone So she took her Swedish packing bed For some other blade to game And I tried my best to blame her But the blame it never came For she was but 18 years of age And barely in her bloom That one sweet misty morning On old Greek Street in the gloom And I would recommend (And I'd write it in a song) A night that ends on Greek Street With the rising of the sun To anybody young
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Scatterbrain 02:01

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"Greek Street" is a nostalgic meander down the Soho streets of my younger days. Greek Street was where I would meet people who meant a lot to me back in the mid-90s. There's a nice coincidence that it was also home to some of London's folk clubs in the 1960s. Before my time, but I've been heavily influenced by the people who played on that street, so you'll hear glimmers of Jansch and that crowd in this song. You'll also hear the talents of Lukas Drinkwater and Jon Nice, who accompanied me on this session.

The second track, "Scatterbrain", is an instrumental, also in the style of those 60s fingerpicking troubadours. It was a demo track that never developed any further than a fingerpicking exercise. I think it does what it needs to do. Lukas Drinkwater accompanies me here.

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released June 4, 2021

Written & produced by Jon Wilks
Acoustic guitar, vocals, slide guitar - Jon Wilks
Double bass - Lukas Drinkwater
Piano - Jon Nice

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Jon Wilks Whitchurch, UK

Jon started writing about traditional folk music as a way to learn more about it. He began his blogging journey shortly after discovering that his grandparents met and 'courted' at Cecil Sharp House. When he's not blogging about it, he plays traditional music in a fingerpicking rub-a-dub style-ee. His debut solo album, 'Songs from the Attic' came out in 2017. ... more

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