Whipping Post’, which is a massive Psych Funk Freakbeat destroyer driven by tribal drums, wildest percussion, deep bass, hammond organ, fuzz guitar & wordless male scat vocals. This track could have been used in an imaginary 70s Italian giallo movie as background music to some sado masochistisc scene. You can hear screams of pain slashing into the tight, uptempo funk groove.
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Whipping Post" is a song by The Allman Brothers Band. Written by Gregg Allman, the five-minute studio version first appeared on their 1969 debut album The Allman Brothers Band. The song was regularly played live and was the basis for much longer and more intense performances. This was captured in the Allman Brothers' 1971 double live album At Fillmore East, where a 22-minute rendition of the song takes up the entire final side
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Original lyrics of Whipping Post song by Pat Travers. Explain your version of song meaning, find more of Pat Travers lyrics. Pat Travers – Whipping Post lyrics. I been run down, I been lied to, I don't know why I let that mean woman make me a fool. She took all my money, wrecked my new car. Now she's with one of my goodtime buddies, They're drinkin in some crosstown bar. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whipping post, Tied to the whipping post, Tied to the whipping post, Good lord, I feel like I'm dyin. My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool, And I have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin you. Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what youve down
Album That Just Happened. Whipping Post Lyrics. I've been run down, I've been lied to I don't know why I let that mean woman make me a fool She took all my money, wrecked my new car And now she's with one of my good time buddies Drinking in some cross town bar. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel Like I've been tied to the whipping post Tied to the whipping post, tied to the whipping post Good Lord, I feel like I'm dying.
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