Coordinates: 50°57′08″N 3°02′01″W / 50.9523°N 3.0335°W / 50.9523; -3.0335
Curland is a village and civil parish in Somerset, England, situated 6 miles (9.7 km) south of Taunton in the Taunton Deane district. The village has a population of 225. The parish includes the hamlet of Abbey Hill.
Curland is home of a thriving equestrian centre.
The name Curland, which was Curiland in 1252, means land belonging to Curry.
Within the parish is Castle Neroche, a Norman motte-and-bailey castle on the site of an earlier hill fort.
Curland was part of the hundred of Abdick and Bulstone.
The parish council has responsibility for local issues, including setting an annual precept (local rate) to cover the council’s operating costs and producing annual accounts for public scrutiny. The parish council evaluates local planning applications and works with the local police, district council officers, and neighbourhood watch groups on matters of crime, security, and traffic. The parish council's role also includes initiating projects for the maintenance and repair of parish facilities, as well as consulting with the district council on the maintenance, repair, and improvement of highways, drainage, footpaths, public transport, and street cleaning. Conservation matters (including trees and listed buildings) and environmental issues are also the responsibility of the council.
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Because I'll be the preacher to all his converts
"donate now to my rightful cause"
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If the lesson is never learned it's just like stitches for show
They say the carolina heat
Isn't something that keeping a cool head can beat
But don't discount their winter winds
And all the cold shoulders that the slightest draft lets in
But with empty stomachs and hungry eyes
Our only choice was to swallow pride
But I guess you just ate much better than the rest
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But our numbers they only get higher from here
It's not the failure, but the cost of success
Is the thing I can't help but fear
This isn't righteous
It's a mid-life crisis
I'm not compelled
You just convinced me to write this
It's for the greater good
'Cause I'd rather be great than good
They say the carolina heat
Isn't something that keeping a cool head can beat
But don't discount their winter winds
And all the cold shoulders that the slightest draft lets in
But with empty stomachs and hungry eyes
Our only choice was to swallow pride
But I guess you just ate much better than the rest
You're skin was appealing wallpaper
Now you're skin is just peeling wallpaper
They say the carolina heat
Isn't something that keeping a cool head can beat
But don't discount their winter winds
And all the cold shoulders that the slightest draft lets in
But with empty stomachs and hungry eyes
Our only choice was to swallow pride