As THE TEENBEAT empire branches out and expands it's tentacles to far
reaching parts of the large intestine,
I thought that it might be time to add a bit more bacteria to the proceedings.
To my end, I have included some old fanzines which you can cut out
and keep.
There are currently two albums available through mail order to s.r.c. records
Fly To The Sun
Track List
1 HEY HEY THE TEENBEAT I
2 Shit Weather
3 Tonka Toy
4 Anglesay
5 Here Comes Neil
6 Haven't seen you
7 Doorstep
7a Jim's playground
8 Stairways
9 Marcel Marsupial
10 HEY HEY THE TEENBEAT II
11 Time to go, say goodbye
To get hold of your copy of
Currently only available on Compact Disc; srccd002
Simply send a cheque or postal order (not cash) for £7.00 (GBP),
a nice letter,
an interesting object to be placed in The TeenBeat Shrine* and
quote the following
reference number: STX002
to the following address:
Attn: A.R. SHAW
TEENBEAT HEADQUARTERS
25 REDWOOD AVENUE
BARNSLEY
SOUTH YORKSHIRE
S71 4JP
ENGLAND
In 28 days or less, you too can own a cornucopia of vibrant musical energy waves.
If you can't afford £7.00, simply send us a nice letter and an
object for The TeenBeat Shrine*
to the above address...
Please make the cheque or postal order payable to Kevin Ferguson
* A STORY FOR ANOTHER TIME
And Now......
And Death Shall Have No Dominion
And death shall have
no dominion.
Dead men naked they
shall be one
With the man in
the wind and the west moon;
When their bones
are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have
stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad
they shall be sane,
Though they sink
through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be
lost love shall not;
And death shall
have no dominion.
And death shall have
no dominion.
Under the windings
of the sea
They lying long
shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks
when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel,
yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands
shall snap in two,
And the unicorn
evils run them through;
Split all ends up
they shan't crack;
And death shall
have no dominion.
And death shall have
no dominion.
No more may gulls
cry at their ears
Or waves break loud
on the seashores;
Where blew a flower
may a flower no more
Lift its head to
the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad
and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters
hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun
till the sun breaks down,
And death
shall have no dominion.
Dylan Thomas
That's all for now....
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