Underground Songtext
von Mark Sheeky

The underground is what is there but unseen
It pushes us from behind and below
It is everything we have accumulated and discarded
A memory and what is lost, what is rotting

The underground is what is there but unseen
It pushes us from behind and below

Everything we do is influenced by its contents
But we are never aware of its influence
Only the tendrils of its plant, the fingertips of its being

We are the underground!
We are the underground!
We are the underground!

We decided to analyse the underground
Take apart its muddy constituents and determine its composition
We find dead things, dead people, lost love, lost hopes
An underclass, insects, proud bacteria, loving bacteria


We find an energy there, a glow
This is unexpected, something clean and nice
Something with no entropy, like a light source

It is a light in the rain!

It is a light
We pull apart the matted tendrils with forceps
We wash away the mud
Fine dark grains
Wash with white wine
Mountain spring water

Hands in the stream

The sun glints on the surface of the stream as it gurgles
The sun flickers upon our retina
The heavyless sun
Light, it tastes of god, the tince of new batteries, light, purity

Pure, clean, perfection
A pure source of zero entropy
A pure wave
It is sine