…and here come the blues as we reach the halfway mark, and presumably it’s MartinGore on the electric guitar. It fits perfectly with the rest of the album though thanks to the fact that it’s electronics that still dominate, and the rhythm has quite a lascivious groove. It’s apt, as Dave Gahan is getting sleazy here: “slow as I can go / That’s how I like it / I don’t need a race in my bed / the speed’s in my heart / the speed’s in my head”. There’s a noise in the background that sounds like one of those things you used to have that went ‘wurgle’ when you turned them up and down, but this one belongs to a naughty robot. [Source]
Slow, slow, as slow as you can go
So I can feel all I want to know
Slow, slow
I’ll go with your flow
Let the world keep its carnival pace
I prefer to look into your beautiful face
What a waste
Let the stars continue to fly by
I don’t have one desire to understand why
I don’t try
Slow, slow, as slow as you can go
I want my senses to overflow
Slow, slow
And doesn’t it show
I don’t need a race in my bed
When the speed’s in my heart and the speed’s in my head
Instead
It’s tempting for fools to rush in
When something’s so good why should we rush a thing
It’s a sin
Slow, slow, slow as you can go
That’s how I like it
I like it
I don’t need a race in my bed
When the speed’s in my heart and the speed’s in my head
Instead
Slow, slow, slow as you can go
That’s how I like it
I like it
That’s how I like it
That’s how I like it
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