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the poplars lined up like a camoflage net
now you're hidden in your short bed
the stomach of the storm is growling
the clouds fell over the town like an itchy grey blanket

now you're surrounded by the church bell
soft on stone

you're masters of the universe
who haven't found their way in the world
who feel like ex-pats in the town you grew up in
and spend your days like copper change

surrounded by the church bell
soft on stone

the city it seems is a jotting pad
ideas piled up and jutting out
insecure footing to be put
without others to rely on

not surrounded by the church bell
soft on stone

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from Flickin' the 'V's, released March 2, 2012
words: Watson

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polite records was founded in 2005. It is not an example of the best of anything. it is just a catalogue of the projects of, or connected with, the three people who run it: phil dodd, henry ireland and olly watson. if you are looking for a label, we suggest that you start your own. it is easy and you can get in touch and ask us for tips if you want. ... more

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