Live At The Lyceum '83

by SEX GANG CHILDREN

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All tracks recorded live at London Lyceum, England on 15th May 1983 except tracks 12-14 which were recorded in Glasgow, Scotland on 9th May 1983.

This album is an official Sex Gang Children release, although it has been frequently mistaken as a bootleg.

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released January 1, 1984

Vocals: Andi Sex Gang (Andreas McElligott)
Guitar: Terry MacLeay
Drums: Nigel Preston
Bass: Dave Roberts

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ANDI SEX GANG / SEX GANG CHILDREN (Liberation London) London, UK

Liberation London - UK record label - Founded in 2016 by Andreas McElligott, (frontman of historic goth/ post-punk band Sex Gang Children).

Please look forward to the many projects that will emerge from this independent label.
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Track Name: Oh Funny Man
(Oh Funny Man)


Let the dynasty die it's so hard, it's hard...let sleeping dogs lie, just in time so well out of line to insult the hand that feeds you, I am the gift that paid a thousand bribes.
Please treat them kindly oh funny little man, come and see the clown with your stick and your hat, walk like a cat with your stick and your hat...walk like a cat, champagne for the horses sucked on by rats!

Never part of the idle class always gave them a great big kick in the arse, this funny little man who showed me alabaster...have you ever seen a shrunken head? Shake in your bed!

No telephone calls calls today all my friends gone away, when you're out of fashion it's a lonely price you pay...fat boys should be flogged with your thin white cane.

It is only the dreamers who ever move mountains, it's where my real audience waits. It's like talking to my pig about the opera days, reminisce like the mass that follows anything that moves! Orinoco, Satorico...just like Pablo! I sat in the house with my gun on the table...Conquistador of the useless lives in the past...there's something missing... oh but then how he fills me, it's all in my face. The dice is thrown for life!
No telephone calls today all my friends gone away, when you're out of fashion it's a lonely price you pay...fat boys should be flogged with your thin white cane.
Track Name: Sebastiane
Sister tell wishing well to the young men dead on the shore, she soon died a suicide kissed the table in God's name.
It's the code of the cowboy men to defile all that is pure, too much hate, too much hate and your ignorance is your strength.
Don't sell us Brittanica with it's oozing pipeline dream, eat your children baked in a pie I will blind you to improve your visions of I.
Sebastiane
Sebastiane
Bite the face of piety, kiss your mother's broken spirit, there is nothing not even shame just the stench from the room full of social animals.
Caught again, Jezebel with your friend and his beauty bible, he once walked through sacred lands now he waves his Nazi dagger.
Sebastiane
Sebastiane
Sebastiane
Wish you well Sebastiane
With your smiling puritan youth
And you feel, feel no pain
As they cut through your bluey green vein!
Track Name: German Nun
GERMAN NUN (Andi Sex Gang/Dave Roberts)

Wear your shirts all the same colour, burn the books given to you by your father. Take care so you don't fall into the ordinary people who fester and grow below. To the never never land they go. Languish in your primal innocence and ignore the act of love, but God's son shines bright. Through the thunder your love is pure, kneel, cherish, obey. Hypnotised by your despair when you are the pissed and the lonely beware.
And when you close your eyes, stretchy fingers reach down and out, caress your thighs. Hypnotised by your despair when you are the pissed and the lonely beware.
Dreaming in the church of love and hate, no sex here we're young and clean. Anyway somebody once said mark out your destiny, stealing from a clothesline is not Christianity. So languish in your primal innocence and accept the act of love. Anyway somebody once said, our happy new life killed off by the passion of a memory, killed off by the pack of lies. Kneel, cherish, obey!
Hypnotised by your despair when you are the pissed and the lonely beware, beware, beware!