Small-Town Girl

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Emmeline

Emmeline, The Orphan of the Castle is the first novel written by English writer Charlotte Smith; it was published in 1788. A Cinderella story in which the heroine stands outside the traditional economic structures of English society and ends up wealthy and happy, the novel is a fantasy. At the same time, it criticises the traditional marriage arrangements of the 18th century, which allowed women little choice and prioritised the needs of the family. Smith's criticisms of marriage stemmed from her personal experience and several of the secondary characters are thinly veiled depictions of her family, a technique which both intrigued and repelled contemporary readers. Emmeline comments on the 18th-century novel tradition, presenting reinterpretations of scenes f… more »

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The small-town girl, on the soft summer night
In the stadium light, saying maybe it's time, to take my own advice 
The small-town girl, on that bowling village green 
With the big band swaying and the great Kite saying, that it's time to let it be 

If I lose another second of the memory 
The day was young, to the late night's envy 
You held me up to see the sun, and showed me save face when the day wants done 
A sundial checked, my east to west 
A chalk red road, led Marsden's best 
Lemon-lime in Pantomime season, rhyme opposed to reason

The splitting of the sea was the gift that you gave me 
Causeway to the power of three 
With autumn's face of split-pea Green Knight, I'm taught to steer the sky
Late air, with a hand to the chest
The radio's wired like my mother knows best 
Hear the whistle in the wind, that's my home town
Hear the love songs play, while the sun falls down

The small-town girl, on the soft summer night
In the stadium light, saying maybe it's time, to take my own advice 
The small-town girl, on that bowling village green 
With the big band swaying and the great Kite saying, that it's time to let it be 

Two by twos and (uh) school shoes 
And (uh) she falls again, to ego bruised
As playground kicks the common myth, that life is what your youth depicts 
Silver nights spent swept out on the beach, trading shells as secrets to keep 
The deeper we seek, with our hands to the sea, held tight to the friends that are still with me 
From, playing house in a summer dress 
To, staying out till the summer left 
A little life plays in montage seen my best days to music, been a
Strange time to be grown up, to be more now than I once was 
Trade in for seventeen 
Fade out to evergreen 

And that small town girl 
With a pencil up her sleeve 
Did she know back then what the big world meant?
Did she ever resemble me?
And those mental reservations 
About times that you can't amend
Are lost to the wind, till death do we say 
Put an end to the play pretend

The small-town girl, on the soft summer night
In the stadium light, saying maybe it's time, to take my own advice 
The small-town girl, on that bowling village green 
With the big band swaying and the great Kite saying, that it's time to let it be 

The small-town girl, on the soft summer night
In the stadium light, saying maybe it's time, to take my own advice 
The small-town girl, on that bowling village green 
With the big band swaying and the great Kite saying, that it's time to let it be

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