Whip Blow

Album cover art for "Whip Blow" by Cabaret Voltaire

Cabaret Voltaire - Pop

Whip Blow

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Duration: 4:56

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I think I'm set on fire Feel my head I'm coming apart My body's electric, my mind's a blank A sudden move could put me out Soft skin running through my fingers Coming apart Coming apart My hands are shaking Moving on ice The surge of blood is running through me Can't stand still I'm falling apart A word, a single thought, it's frenzy Could put me out Soft skin running through my fingers Coming apart Coming apart Soft skin running through my fingers Soft skin runny eyes Coming apart Coming apart Deep pulse, just bare walls [?] another heartbeat Got to touch the thing that grips me What touch could put me out Soft skin running through my fingers Soft skin glassy eyes Coming apart Soft skin running through my fingers Coming apart Coming apart Soft skin running through my fingers Soft skin glassy eyes Coming apart Feel like coming apart Soft skin runny eyes Soft skin running through my fingers Soft skin and glassy eyes [Sample: They said I was a hippie. I'm not a hippie. I was a Beatnik before hippies had started. I was a Beatnik down in [?] pounding on bongos and reciting poetry, uh, in the fifties, '54, '55. And when I got out and I seen what they did with the Beat generation, they ate the Beat generation up and they had the hippies on the block and they were fixing to eat the hippies up like they ate the Beats up. That's where they made the mistake with me, they picked me up with the hippies and said I was a hippie. I wasn't a hippie. I was a Beatnik.]

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