Clapton Pond is a pond and garden, located in Hackney, east London.
The name ‘Clapton’ or ‘farm on the hill’ is derived from the Old English words ‘clop’, meaning a lump or hill, and ‘ton’, meaning a farm.
For centuries the land was owned by the Bishops of London, and occupied by tenant farmers who grew hay and food for the City of London.
The villages of Lower and Upper Clapton lay on either side of Clapton Lane, which later became the Lower and Upper Clapton Roads. Lying about halfway between the two villages was Clapton Pond, fed by a natural spring. This would have been used to irrigate the land, and supply water for the farmers and their animals.
By the late 18th century Clapton had become a fashionable place to live, with many fine country houses built for the rich merchants of London. Huguenot and Jewish communities also moved into the area, helping to develop Clapton into a prosperous neighbourhood.
In the 19th century Clapton turned from being a sleepy backwater into a bustling London suburb and many of its grand houses were demolished to provide land for new homes. This rapid growth was increased by the opening of Clapton railway station in 1872, and the arrival of the tramways. By the 1890s, the houses on Thistlewaite, Newick, Mildenhall and Millfields Roads had been built, supplying much needed housing for newcomers.
Clapton let out it's last breath and eases to morning light
And our shattered voices echo and carry like sirens
Tonight I'm leaning on every word that you've been saying
And it's been holding me up all along
And all the sidesteps and silences will all be worth it in the end
And every step that we have taken wouldn't need to be doubled up again
It's always like this
Things they fall apart when we just can't let go
And it's always like this
Things they fall apart when we just can't let go
I'm not looking for familiarity or routine
Just a little consistency
For every problem, every mistake, every regret and every headache
To leave it all behind somehow
I wanna leave it all behind somehow
And it's always like this
Things they fall apart when we just can't let go
And it's always like this
Things they fall apart when we just can't let go
Paranoia and anxiety
Are not on my side
They never were
I thought I had all this figured out
Oh this is progress
Towards perfection
Oh this is progress
Towards perfection
Oh this is progress
Towards perfection
Oh this is progress
Towards perfection
Oh this is progress
Towards perfection
Oh this is progress
Towards perfection