Blind! (WITH LYRICS)

by Andi Sex Gang

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released March 1, 1985

Andi Sex Gang - Vocals & Guitar
Cam Campbell - Bass, Backing Vocals & Guitar
Terry MacLeay - Guitars
Kevin Matthews - Drums, Backing Vocals
Simon Boswell - Guitar, Keyboards, Synths, Backing Vocals & Piano




Produced and Directed by Simon Boswell, Andi Sex Gang
Sound Engineer - Nathan Miller
Recorded at The Fitz, London - October 1984
Mixed by Simon Boswell, John Fryer, Andi Sex Gang at Blackwing Studio, London - November 1984

All songs arranged by Andi Sex Gang & Cam Campbell

Sleeve design & concept - Andi Sex Gang

Originally released on Illuminated Records - March 1985

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Track Name: Dead Metal
DEAD METAL (Andi Sex Gang/Terry MacLeay)

Jocko telling tales again, the toilets always flood when your pissing in your brain.
I bought myself a revolver again and I stood in front of the mirror, but I can't do those sort of things anyway.. I used to dance before the discos came.
How is your Baby Jane today? Tie me, tie me rope and chain..
I used to dance before the discos came.

Now the killer giggler has struck again, I heard hyenas laughing then realised it was me.
And your spreading rumours about yourself again and the mirror on the wall only shows your face not your faults. Yes, I used to dance before the discos came.
How is your Baby Jane today? Tie me, tie me rope and chain..
I used to dance before the discos came.

Don't ever fight just go with the grain, dead metal breathes again.. scratching and scrape in the den of iniquity.
How is your Baby Jane today? Tie me, tie me rope and chain.. I used to dance before the discos came...dead metal breathes again.
Track Name: Ecstasy And Vendetta
ECSTASY AND VENDETTA (Andi Sex Gang/D. Roberts)

A lonely breed these wandering men, I pushed and shoved through the steely glare of the assassins who aim high. Smell the colour of your room and you row like the Volga boatman, do you always talk that way?
Some say he died for a Cajun queen, some say he stood so tall and strong with his auto banditry.
Serenade with a grenade does your bravado always bite hard, do you stamp your feet all day?
See the beauty of destruction feel my breath upon your neck, why do you turn and walk away?
A lonely breed these hungry men, I sat and stared through the looking glass that all men call the world.
I would have died a thousand times just to see the faces of the assassins who never die.
In my dream I always see not the face of vendetta, but the smile of ecstasy.
Track Name: Ida-Ho
IDA HO (Andi Sex Gang)

And funny things happen to Ida when little boys look her way, she's not afraid to say hello, it's just one of her funny days. Give her the key and she's ready to fire burn like garbage in the can, she's not colonial or European Ida Ho is just an Englishman.
The mocking monkey isn't talking anymore, Ida lurks behind every door, give her the key and she's ready to fire.
She's a native and she understands Americana the son of Sam, cakes and wine and a little sunshine she has no heart but a lot of soul. Oh the mocking monkey doesn't talk anymore, Ida lurks behind every door.. no wise tonight to show them fright.
Everything in Heaven's so fine, the meatmen are incredibly kind. A public revenge will always get you in the end that's the mess that scalpels make.
She stalks through the streets cheek by jowl, cheek by jowl and an awful scowl, that's a nice new dress yes Mama chose best.

And funny things happen to Ida when the big boys say hello, no don't mess with a girl with a name like Ida Ho! Everything in Heaven's so fine, the meatmen are incredibly kind, a public revenge will always get you in the end that's the mess that scalpels make.
What is wrong with those people out there, do those anxious swordsmen go mad on mass? No Ida Ho is saying Mass, pay your respects to another cigarette.
Everything in Heaven's so fine, the meatmen are incredibly kind. A public revenge will always get you in the end that's the mass that scalpels make.

She walks through the streets and she's ready to fire, Ida laughs with an awful howl. No jock strap flags and no more rules, no kick ass laughs from the golden mule, look what a mess yes mama knows best!
Everything in Heaven's so fine, the meatmen are incredibly kind. A public revenge will always get you in the end like the mess that scalpels make.
Track Name: Last Chants For The Slow Dance
LAST CHANTS FOR THE SLOW DANCE (Andi Sex Gang)

So it begins my eyes implore listen harder, spirit like a wavering flame. Promiscuity of a failed romantic trickles like water from the brain.
I'm face to face with my lonely portrait, dancing with sailors in tiny rooms. The more scribbled the name the bigger the fame... last chants for the slow dance.
And a drunkard sang like there was no tomorrow and I sung with that cub mistress voice. One step I'm nearer alright two steps I'm gone, sing time in an empty hall sing on sing on. Sing time in an empty hall sing on sing on, deep in the discos where the children are grown, I hear those stories of broken homes from my masturbation clones.
Last chants for the slow dance.
I'm the best of the bunch always making the most, you just like puppets watch my shadow. Even dwarves started small and are wiser than most, they sit in grey everyday.
Last chants for the slow dance.
Track Name: The Quick Gas Gang
THE QUICK GAS GANG (Andi Sex Gang)

I can't walk and I don't talk and I can't see a thing, over the balcony and into the chair I didn't see a thing and the boys are all exhausted down to the last man, drink to old gunpowder and fall with a bang!
Bouncing banjos overhead scratching round and round, hot and nervous Heaven bound scratching round and round. I'm a good boy she's a bad boy always safe and sound, she'll twist and pain with time to gain her feet won't touch the ground.
Song of a bomb fall with a bang with the Quick Gas Gang, drink to old gunpowder and fall with a bang.

Hollow cheers and yellow jeers just something to be proud of, babes in bottles feeding dolls that's something to be proud of, don't sit awkward don't dare slouch, don't walk around with your hand in your mouth! Song of a bomb fall with a bang with the Quick Gas Gang, power of a gun fall with a bang with the Quick Gas Gang. Drink to old gunpowder and fall with a bang.

Jokers and smokers and all night caine cokers, streetfighters see sighters day. It's a national crime just to hear the clock chime in the absence of father and all his friends.
I'll use and I'll lose and I'll often abuse and I'll talk with you all night and day, but I can't understand with these holes in your hands, you talk the same way I always do.
Whites too smart to write on walls walking down blacks lane, Eerie Po and Irie Ho playing little games. I'm blade and grey and away today driving hard and thrust,
I'm not looking for a year I'm feeling just the same.
Song of a bomb fall with a bang with the Quick Gas Gang, power of a gun fall with a bang with the Quick Gas Gang.
So drink to old gunpowder and fall with a bang and come and see me later only if you can, don't you tell your mama for she'll catch you if she can!
Song of a bomb fall with a bang with the Quick Gas Gang, drink to old gunpowder and fall with a bang.
I'm blade and grey and away today running round and round, he's burning peel and stallion steel his feet don't touch the ground. Song of a bomb fall with a bang with the Quick Gas Gang, power of a gun fall with a bang with the Quick Gas Gang, drink to old gunpowder and fall with a bang! Fleet and farm how can I harm with my leadflow charm?
I'm a national outbreak, I'm the scandalous poet with a gasoline habit for you. Speak to me talk to me please don't ignore me, it may never happen this way again. Jokers and smokers and all night caine cokers, bishop and bankrobbers play. Speak to me talk to me please don't ignore me, it may never happen this way again. I'll use and I'll lose and I'll often abuse, and I'll talk with you all night and day, speak to me talk to me please don't ignore me, it may never happen this way again.
Track Name: Dying Fall
DYING FALL (Andi Sex Gang/Terry Macleay)

One time long time, I saw your face in mine. I ran I came, I stood and watched in vain.
I'll walk three paces and turn around, these are the faces of people I'm sure who look in rooms where it's hard to stare. I am a ghost of what I used to be, locked in some manhood fraternity.
And when you tried to suppress my bursts I cried only for effect and disease, entertaining and explaining your power clause it's so nice to be young and fussed amidst the dying fall.
Mother you spoil me now, you're a guest of honour now and there's no hope just a perfect situation left for us now.

I'm always deaf to silence in the crowd, they always shake and rattle out there. I like talking to those who always talk loud, some green hope and a bedroom suite this is the dying fall.
I dreamed and dreamed a senator's nightmare scheme, all gone how sad another locked fraternity.
Sleeping hard on the telephone watch another boom and overflow.
Your madness shines like cars in the rain, so let the King have his Queen for today, another song for the lady in the radiator, she sits around and stools all day waiting for the dying fall... this is the dying fall.
So we cried as the dying fall sighed,

'this is my irony of life, this is mine...no black heroes now, but your old and dry...you came to see me cry'.
Track Name: Immigrant
IMMIGRANT (Andi Sex Gang)

Laugh out loud as I spit in your face, show no respect for the consumer day knave...little man I've had a busy day. Stand out from the crowd with your notions of grace, contort your face till you look out of place, contort your race till your blue in the face!
Heads turn around Anatolia kiss the ground, money fortune and fame throw grenades...I spit your face!
I'm losing fast hey ho down we go hey ho, shake to the rhythm of a gnomic quatrain 'til your body is bleeding all over again.
Raise your glass to the virgin and the whore spreading your body all over the floor, I'm leading the life I've never lived before.
And don't walk around with mud on your face look at you now you're a total disgrace, you're telling me you look out of place?

Smashing the store killing the can, scheming for the mothers re-union plan. Oh I talked and I talked of things that didn't matter like a fish in batter and mad as a hatter!
So they say you reap what you sow moving with grace live in disgrace, you're telling me 'til your blue in the face!
And your name sounds almost religious like a book for those who are serious, like a tranquiliser for those delirious!
Heads turn around Anatolia kiss the ground, money fortune and fame throw grenades...I spit in your face...I spit in your face!
Track Name: Oh! Henry
OH! HENRY (Andi Sex Gang)

Stanley Steamer pull a fast ton lever...who? He's fascinated with plastic pillars, he's built to last with smiling glass and Stanley always laughs. Oh Henry your baby's shrieking, howling...scheming...bleeding, chickens dancing.
I'm muse to the world I'm news of the world, it's pay day Friday and all day Sunday. I'm always drawn to soup exchange, oh how sad. Beware of the men with the soup dish grins and the man with the terrible name.
And he's so smart minded, but often often blinded by the two left shoes on his feet. He's mama's best, tried and test . Drive in big boy soft touch car wash, suck with a saddle Jack suck on Ortega snacks!
Henry's showing mercy, but only when it hurts me, yet I wrote the beginning to his story.

My feeling runs violent, do I feel like a man? No you feel like a whore. At times there's something female about you, man with the terrible name.
Getty getty go and the all nude show, another queer here and another one there. Kick out the boot slap the gook, apply your entertainment everywhere!
Run boy run with your head in your hands Henry is stealing again, a keyhole affair with the beautiful temptress and the man with the terrible name.
Track Name: Strike Blind!
STRIKE BLIND! (Andi Sex Gang)

Jews for Jesus for God's sake slap it in the bag, I'll strike blind. I'm running as a dog that's a poor choice, but I'll take it, I'll scrape it and I'll fake it. Holding your tongue for the rest of the world, get up on the table and give up your ass, this is how I like you...strike blind!

Shake in bed rage in bed, cage or else I'll strike blind! Sweet tongue in roses and tungsten steel poses all in a working man's day, I remember those days in September when the bogeys cried chaos.

If you swing by the string and they know where you've been, don't forget to tell them you saw me.


Don't stare at the men who drink to the men, the men with the guns in their bellies. And you scorn at the girls with their breasts pressed hard up against the window and I'll kiss you goodbye with a tear in your clothes and the memory of killing so many.

Young and lusty and jumping Jack move without pain, but only at your bidding, so get off your horse when you feel the earth quake.

Sweet tongue in roses and tungsten steel poses all in a working man's day, I remember those days in September when the bogeys cried chaos.

If he swing by the string and they know where you've been don't forget to tell them you saw me. Oh don't stare at the men who drink to the men, the men with the guns in their bellies. Yes it's doctors who die of brain tumours and you have the teeth of a carnival promoter and I'll kiss you goodbye with a tear in your clothes and the memory of killing so many.

How is my Chou Chou oh where are you now? Yes I'm sometimes a Jew, but always a nigger, in innocence and guilt I'll strike blind! The bitch that bore you is on heat again, she is the kind that wins when the terrible price is paid..Honey Bane all over again.

Throw your money on the floor, throw back your head and strike blind. I'll kick and tear them I will never spare them...is love like a killer's den?

If you swing by the string shout and tell them you saw me...and my mother's a target if they pay me enough and my conscious died with my father. Yes it's doctors who die of brain tumours and you have the teeth of a carnival promoter. When I kiss you good-bye, if they pay me enough I'll strike blind.