Lyrics: Jeff Reilly
Music: Jeff Reilly/Christos Hatzis
There is a vast basement under my house, filled with dormant, powerful machines.
It smells of grease, and wet stone, and the high ceilings are ready to echo with the clang of intense productivity.
The machines are the flesh of this living space, its bones, its lungs, its heart.
I have come down into this place of means many times.
Before, it was as deep as the darkest coal mine, inescapable.
But now, there is a stairs, a way to the surface, a climb of eighty steps.