Abortion country

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My country is young. Very young. Younger than burger king. Younger than my grandparents. The name of its capital city translates into english as 'City of Mud,' or 'Mudville.' People where I come from are very down to earth. The national moniker for themselves is 'Princes of the Earth'. They are hospitable, unassuming, blunt, brash, a little silly, without pretense. They are the country hicks of south east asia. The cultural Midwest of all its neighbours. The topic of conversation ranges from what to eat to where to eat. Our discussions of philosophy, politics and religion are cursory, perfunctory, ornamental.

When I came to the UK I had trouble fitting in. I decided, if I can't be like you, I'll be better than you. That made me very miserable.

We've grown up a bit, enough to realise what we are in contrast to the world around us, and wanting to be taken seriously all of a sudden. This gives rise to an odd crisis of identity, a kind of schizophrenia, wanting to be sophisticated and arch and wry and successful and wanting also to be simple, good and easy-going. The old country is going away, being replaced and the new is forgetting how good it used to be and how to go back.



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DCFC - Forbidden Love EP vinyl
DCFC - The John Byrd EP on vinyl

All I want is to listen to we have the facts and we're voting yes on vinyl with my hipster indie girlfriend