Wrote this on visiting this city for the first time one cold winter with tales of Jack the Ripper in my head.
I'm supremely delighted to have the Lonesome D String Band making his awesome contribution to it. Thank you, Dan Greenwood - such a joy working with you. I have the deepest respect for your incredible musicianship: https://soundcloud.com/lonesomedstringband
https://soundcloud.com/lonesomedstringband/london-town-brian-peters-wldsb
Dan: melodica, cigar box guitar, country guitar, ukelele, crunchy guitar, bells
Me: vox, acoustic guitar, harmonica, bvs
London Town (Brian Peters)
Footsteps are fading on Cobblestone Street
The wind is beginning to bite
A newspaper settles over her feet
Late on December's night
The leaves were brown, they covered the ground
The fog came gently on London Town
The morning was shaky, a hollow glow
The lamps were flickering dim
A policeman was knocking on every door
A curtain was moving within
There wasn't a clue, no trail could be found
The sun broke through on London Town
The Mail and the Times, they carried the news
What little the neighbours could tell
A different version but which one was true
The papers were starting to sell
She didn't cry out, not even a sound
The sun went down on London Town
The face of a starlet and eyes of a child
The picture was recent, he said
His fingers were nervous, his countenance wild
We'll get him alive or dead
What goes around must come around
The night fell swiftly on London Town
