Song For Shelter (Chemical Brothers Mix)

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper

Into this thing

The deeper I go

The more knowledge I know

What to sing

What to bring

What?

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper

Into the vibe

What? High

Chillin' in the corner at the Shelter all by myself

Checkin' it out I'm not dancin' no more but

Why? Why? Why? What?

How on Earth are you supposed to vibe around the fake ones?

Around the ones that say

They know what is what but they don't know what is what

They just strut

What the fuck?

What?

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper

Into this thing

And I pretend that they're not there

I just stare

Up in the booth at the Dreadman spinnin' the song

Spinnin' it strong

Playing things like "when can our House begin?"

That's my shit

What?

Whoooooo!

I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, I get deeper

When people start to disappear

And it's about six o'clock

Whoo I'm feelin' hot

Take off my sweater and my pants

And I start to dance

And all the sweat just goes down my face

And I pretend that there's nobody there but me in this place

I get deep yo I get deep, what?

Whoo!

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep

When he takes all the bass out the song

And all you hear is highs and it's like

"Oh, shit!"

Ahh

I get deep

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep

When the rhythm flows through my blood like alcohol

And I get drunk and I'm fallin' all over the place

But I catch myself

Right on time

Right on line

With the beat

And it's so sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

I get deep

I get deep

I get deep

Why, if house music was air

Then Doctor Love would be my song

And I would only take deep breaths

And fill my lungs with the rhythm, with the bass

I get deep

I get deep

Now it's about three a.m, I see people goin' pliés

Spinnin', jumpin' and grindin'

As if they had wings on their feet

Raising both hands in the air as if Jesus was a DJ himself

Spinnin' those funky, funky, funky house beats

And in this temple we all pray in unity for the same things

Rhythmatic pause without cause

Bass from those high definition speakers

Sitting in the corner on each side of the room

Givin' us the boom-boom-boom

To our zoom-zoom-zoom

The smell of the L lit while walking by

But the music gets me high

Sanctified like and old lady in church

We get happy

We stomp our feet

We clap our hands

We shout

We cry

We dance

And we say

"Sweet Lord, speak to me

Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me"

Because we love House music

And on this night it brings us together

Like a family reunion every week

We eat

We drink

We laugh

We play

We stink

So for all you hip-hoppers

You doo-woppers

Name-droppers

You pill-poppers

Come into our house

To get deep

What?

To get deep

These guys just keep it rollin'

You gotta just keep it rollin'

(X19)

Sunday, Monday morning (backwards)

Under the big bright yellow sun (x40)