Fatboy Slim Song For Shelter (pete Heller Stylus Style Long) Lyrics

Song For Shelter (pete Heller Stylus Style Long) Lyrics

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

wha?



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

into the rhyme

wha? why?

Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself

checkin it out im not dancin' no more but

why? why? why? wha?



How on earth are you supposed to vibe around the fake ones

the one, the ones that say

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

they just strut

what the fuck?



wha?

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 dread man spinnin the song

spinnin it strong

playing things like

we cannot house we can

thats 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, oh i get deep, what?

whoo!



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

he takes all the bass out of the song

and all you hear is highs and it's like

oh, shit!

ahh

I get deeper



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

and the rythym flows through my blood like alcohol

and I get drunk and I oh all over the place

And I catch myself

right on time

right on line

with the beat

and its so sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet



I get deeper

I get deeper

I get deeper



Wha? the house music was ale

and Doctor love would be my song

And I would only take deep breaths

and fill my lungs with the rythym or the bass

I get deeper

heh, ha



Now it's about three and I see people goin'

spinnin' jumpin' and grindin'

as if they had wings on their feet

raising both hands in the air as if Jesus was the DJ himself

spinnin those funky funky funky house beats



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

with matic 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 a L lit while walking by

but the music gets me high

saint defy 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 planet it brings us together

like a family reunion every week

we eat

we drink

we laugh

we play

and we skate

so for all you hip hoppers

you do woppers

name droppers

you bill boppers

come into our house

to get deep

what?

check it



These guys just keep it rollin'

You gotta just keep it rollin'

(x19)



Sunday, Monday morning (its backwards)



Out under the big bright yellow sun (x40)