Underground(DeepHouseMusic)

Underground ( Deep House Music ) - Background Fantasy Music

Lyrics by：Background Fantasy Music

Composed by：Background Fantasy Music

Produced by：Background Fantasy Music

On the ground

Stay on the ground

Hmmyeah

They'll try to take this music to the surface

And sell it back to us and serve us

A version of the deep house stripped of the soul

The commerce always comes to take its toll

On what was made outside the commerce lane

But underground is not a location

Underground is an orientation

To the music for the music's sake

Underground is every choice you make

To put the depth above the current sea

Underground the music for the music

Underground

The groove if you choose

It over everything the surface would prefer

Underground

The culture and the stir of something

Made by people for themselves underground

Not put on market shelves

But passed from hand to hand and floor to floor underground

The deep house at its core

Is a gift the community gives itself

Every mainstream genre has its source in the underground

And every course of the music's river starts

Below the level of the commercial in the pure

And level space of people making what they need

But underground is not a location

Underground is an orientation

To the music for the music's sake

Underground is every choice you make

To put the depth above the currency

Underground the music for the music

Underground

The groove if you choose

It over everything the surface would prefer

Underground

A culture and a stir

Something made by people for themselves

Underground

Not put on market shelves

But passed from hand to hand

And floor to floor underground

The deep house at its core

Is a gift the community gives itself

The deep house was made in basements

And in warehouses by people

Who were building their own houses of sound

Because the world outside the house

Had not yet made a space for them

Across would be too small a word for

What the mainstream cost them

So they built their own dream underground in the dark

In the bass

And the underground is still the truest place