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Brantham
Coordinates: 51°58′08″N 1°03′47″E / 51.969°N 1.063°E / 51.969; 1.063
Brantham is a village and civil parish in the Babergh district of Suffolk, England. It is located close to the River Stour and the border with Essex, around 2 miles (3 km) north of Manningtree, and around 9 miles (14 km) southwest of Ipswich.
History
The name Brantham is of Anglo Saxon origin - Brant for 'hill' and ham 'village' — hence, 'village on the hill'. Another possible translation may be 'burnt village', a name given after a Viking invasion coming up from the River Stour. Evidence of the village's Saxon hertigae can be found in the form of some silver ninety coins from the time of Edward the Elder (899-924) in what has become known as the Brantham Hoard, found in the village in 2003.
Brantham is mentioned in the 1086 Domesday book as having 38 households and under the lordship of Aelfric of Weinhou. Until 1887 the local economy was almost entirely agricultural. This changed in 1887 when British Xylonite Ltd. purchased the 130-acre (0.53 km2) Brooklands Farm and built their factory, which was later renamed BX Plastics. There was insufficient accommodation available locally for the workforce, so the company also built Brantham New Village, consisting of about 60 new houses.
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by Asphyxia
Paranoia Time
by: AsphyxiaBrother, I feel so lonely, I never dared to see this far
Don't tell us what to think, don't even tell us what to do
Lies are the only thing that really matters to you
Corruption of the innocent and enslaving of the free
You're in, you're here to stay and it's a horrible place to be
A world of endless wars where cupidity makes the rules
It's paranoia time and it's time to break the rules
Killing and dying, believing and crying
We're living in a world of fear
Living and lying, forgetting or trying
Paranoia time
It's easier to lie, we're not prepared to face the truth
Humanity's afraid to see what lies behind the lies
Self-destruction, break it up, refuse to play the role
Save your breath, make it end before you pay the toll
Killing and dying, believing and crying
We're living in a world of fear
Living and lying, forgetting or trying
Paranoia time
This is my place, this is my world
And I'm not gonna let them put it down
I just maintain my sanity
But they're trapped in their mentality
We're chained to the wall, there's no way to change
I'm searching how to turn the page
It's sickening not to see the light
And to live an eternal night
Killing and dying, believing and crying
We're living in a world of fear