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Emmeline's 'Small-Town Girl', the second single from her forthcoming EP 'Small-Town Girls and Soft Summer Nights', is OUT ON 70Hz Recordings! Lyrics: 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 Credits: Photography Antonio Perricone @antonioperricone Styling & Makeup Design Eddie Langham @fashion_enema Styling & Costume Sophie Lincoln @sophielincolndesign Emmeline wears... Crown by Tom Lawes @. Ruffled blouse by Hannah Dye @hannahevelyndesigns. Bloomers by Sophie Lincoln @sophielincolndesign. Tights, ribbons and jewellery stylists own.
