Coordinates: 50°45′58″N 0°50′43″W / 50.76619°N 0.84538°W / 50.76619; -0.84538
Earnley is a civil and ecclesiastical parish in the Chichester District of West Sussex, England. It is located four miles (6.4 km) south-west of Chichester, and lies on the south coast of England. The parish includes the settlement of Almodington.
Historically Earnley was situated in the hundred of La Manwode or Manwood, now known under the form Manhood, after a locality in the parish which was the meeting place for the hundred moot and other hundred business. It lay in the ancient pre-Conquest division of Sussex known as the Rape (county subdivision) of Chichester.
The mediæval lords of the manor here belonged to the Ernle, Ernley, or Erneley family, and derived their surname from a manor they held in this parish, which they were granted in 1166 by their kinsfolk in the de Lancinges family.
Earnley Church is a grade II* listed church and together with its small graveyard is contained within retaining stone walls of an interesting boat shaped island of land. The nave is of 13th-century origin. A century later the chancel was added; an aumbry fitted with a carved door dates back to the 14th century. The first recorded rector was in office in 1365; parish registers survive from 1562, but there is no record of a dedication. It has always simply been “Earnley Church”.
Life comes and goes, quick as does the day
Greed, for those who know is just a step away
Time's a breathing bomb, going with the flow
Stand atop it all outside the status quo
No see, no speak then know where you're going
Drag your feet then nothing you're showing
Take your place or fall to the lions
Lose your face and stand where you're dying
Living in a hole is taking its toll
My iron will's in position
Seize you are not owed, stand or fall
And refuse to be denied
Pride is all in vain without the blood of need
Bones can break in shame from taking charity
Hide from all the hell and wash up with the tide
Wait and you commit psychological suicide
Break the molds of beg and submission
Wake the dead or no one will listen
Holding ground is just the beginning
It's uphill bound and in for the killing
Living in a hole is taking its toll
My iron will's in position
Seize you are not owed, stand or fall