Makin' Whips
G.B.H. · No Need To Panic [1987]
The places that you've been.
You're dishing out the dirt,
And sure know how to hurt.
But you're going nowhere ya missing the whole damn point,
Lighten up, lighten up and we'll rip the joint.
You're makin' whips, makin whips for your own back,
makin' whips, makin' whips you're gonna' crack,
Makin' whips, makin whips.
Your empty headed dreams,
Just like an old smoke screen.
You stand behind your spite,
Don't know what's wrong or right.
Now it's grating on my nerves,
Your twisting body swerves.
Got a self-inflicted bruise,
Got rubber bumper blues.
Remove the thorns from your crown,
Feel it when the whip comes down.
Makin' Whips
Makin' Whips stands as a defining track from G.B.H.'s 1987 album No Need To Panic, capturing the band's signature blend of punk energy and melodic sensibility. Emerging during a period where the group refined their sound beyond their earliest hardcore roots, the recording showcases the tight, driving instrumentation that characterized their mid-caree output. The song reflects the band's ability to balance aggressive rhythms with accessible hooks, a hallmark of their work throughout the late 1980s. As part of a discography that includes later compilations like Race Against Time: Clay Years, this track remains a testament to G.B.H.'s enduring influence on the punk genre. The recording exemplifies the group's commitment to straightforward, high-energy songwriting that resonated with fans of the era.