Coordinates: 51°50′06″N 1°27′47″W / 51.835°N 1.463°W / 51.835; -1.463
Wilcote is a hamlet about 3 1⁄2 miles (5.6 km) north of Witney in Oxfordshire, England.
Wilcote was a hamlet of Cogges from at least the Middle Ages until the middle of the 19th century. It was then made a separate civil parish — one of the smallest in England. In 1932 Wilcote civil parish was absorbed into that of North Leigh.
Akeman Street Roman road passes through the northern part of the former parish. A Roman villa at Shakenoak Farm was excavated in the 1960s. The villa was built late in the 1st century AD, enlarged more than once but remained smaller and less opulent than the nearby North Leigh Roman Villa. Shakenoak villa was occupied until the middle of the 3rd century, when it seems to have been succeeded by a small farmhouse nearby that was occupied until about AD 420, shortly after the Roman withdrawal from Britain. The site was then abandoned and left unoccupied for about two centuries.
The Roman site was reoccupied from the 7th century until the middle of the 8th century, when the bodies of several men were buried there and the site was abandoned again. A Saxon charter of AD 1044 referring to "Yccenes feld, where the cnihtas lie" implies that these burials were remembered locally three centuries later.Yccenes is an Old English form of "Itchen", implying contact between Romano-Britons and Anglo-Saxons, and cnihtas means "servants" or "soldiers".
Mexico
So I mash on the gas I we drive through the desert toward a mexico sunset heading where ever
Sinaloa caborca Tijuana
Say hello to a new life forget about the drama
On the corner stick up kids for a dollar
Rob you for your watch your suit and your wallet
White collar criminals is running wall street that’s why im saying good buy to all these things
So I’m in Tijuana eating Bar B Q iguana leaning against the wall of voodoo
When I met me a stranger and said how do you do
He said I know you, heard about you on a Mexican radio
Shook his hands and then away I go
I’m in another country my life’s televised disguised
But still recognizable I guess
Driving on the road leaving nothing but dust
Under my seats a gun and a bullet proof vest
If I have to shoot it out then their aint no turning back
Lose track of time
Force-fed my mind
My life can rewind
Damn I chose crime
Looking in the mirror I leave nothing behind
I see nothing in the future.