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Dear Sir or Madam will you read my ‘zine? It took me weeks to write And only mildly obscene There’s an article about Arthur Gnohere Yours for a fiver And I wanna be a Fanzine writer
If I was going to bother having a funeral (like literally what are the fking point of them, just burn that shit and get rid) this would be my funeral song.
Anyway, this is appropriate for this thread because of this lyric.
Of all the things that I believed in my teens I'm left with unread books and badly made zines Some might-have-beens that somehow even yet Bring a spring to my step I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans And I remember safe-as-houses self-belief
(that said, AKUTR is a pretty well made zine).
Stefan Moore, Stefan Moore running down the wing. Stefan Moore, Stefan Moore running down the wing. He runs like a cheetah, his crosses couldn't be sweeter. Stefan Moore. Stefan Moore. Stefan Moore.
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