Coordinates: 51°44′10″N 1°39′22″W / 51.736°N 1.656°W
Filkins is a village in the civil parish of Filkins and Broughton Poggs, about 2.5 miles (4 km) southwest of Carterton in Oxfordshire.
The Gothic Revival architect G.E. Street designed the Church of England parish church of Saint Peter, and it was built in 1855–57. The parish is now part of the Benefice of Shill Valley and Broadshire, which includes also the parishes of Alvescot, Black Bourton, Broadwell, Broughton Poggs, Holwell, Kelmscott, Kencot, Langford, Little Faringdon, Shilton and Westwell.
The Methodist chapel was dedicated in 1833.
Filkins was historically a hamlet in the ancient parish (and civil parish from 1866) of Broadwell. It became a separate civil parish in 1896, within Witney Rural District. In 1954 the civil parish was merged with the parish of Broughton Poggs to form the civil parish of Filkins and Broughton Poggs, part of West Oxfordshire since 1974.
In trouble with the dogs
Yapping like the trogs on that tape
Getting stepped on like a baby
Maybe slept too long
Is that so wrong?
So at sunrise we moved on
At lunch the storm had gone away
I didn't swim
But I watched the waves
While others stayed
under for over an hour
While lovers hovered around the towel
We washed our mouths at the riverbed
When we noticed something glowing
It was growing
Things are going to change
Hot rainfalls made of magma
melts Alaska
And in icy Argentine they say now I've seen it all
Who knew? Volcanoes!
In trouble with the gods
We didn't always misbehave
Where the sun shone, now it's gone
Weve been waiting for so long
Now it's on.
Not that we would do ourselves in
Funny how things work out in the end
I never learned to swim
Now I'm wasted, I'm too old
Just hold on for as long as you can
I'm so afraid to die
We washed our mouths at the riverbed
When we noticed something glowing
It was growing
Things are going to change
Hot rainfalls made of magma
melts Alaska
And in icy Argentine they say now I've seen it all
Who knew? Volcanoes!
The frogs, the frogs got it first
And the birds all knew it too
The worst was the worse smell on earth
Silver and snow
Silver and snow
Don't breathe
Don't breathe
Don't breathe
Dont breathe
We washed our mouths at the riverbed
When we noticed something glowing
It was growing
Things are going to change
Hot rainfalls made of magma
melts Alaska
And in icy Argentine they say
now I've seen it all
Who knew? Volcanoes!