The Escalator

The Escalator moves like a system that never shuts off. Built on a steady motorik pulse, it climbs without ever reaching a top floor. The rhythm is constant, almost comforting, while everything else slowly tilts into something stranger.

A vintage organ drone hums beneath the surface, vibraphone notes flicker like reflections in polished glass, and the vocals drift in unison as if carried by the machinery itself. The illusion of endless ascent runs through the track, playful at first, then quietly unsettling. It feels clean. Artificial. Bright. And just a little detached from reality.

The groove doesn’t explode or collapse. It just keeps going up.

Production Notes

Steady motorik drum pattern with minimal variation
Vintage organ drone anchoring the harmonic space
Layered vocals moving in tight unison
Rising tonal illusion creating constant upward motion
Clean, controlled mix with deliberate repetition

Mood / Intent
Hypnotic, surreal, weightless, playful, detached

Lyrics

Hand on the rubber rail moving up the line
Passing the mannequins frozen in time
Level two is ladies wear and level three is shoes
Level four is kitchen goods and level five is news
The air is getting thinner as we pass the mezzanine
The cleanest glass that anyone has ever seen

We are lifting off the ground
Without a single heavy sound

Riding on the escalator
See you a little later
Going past the ceiling tiles into the open sky
Watching all the shoppers and the birds go flying by
The escalator

Level ten is cumulus and level twelve is stars
Looking down at traffic jams and tiny little cars
I didn’t buy a ticket and I didn’t buy a dress
I’m leaving all the heavy things and all the heavy stress
Gravity is optional inside the shopping mall
I don’t think we are ever gonna have to fall

Floor one hundred
Floor two hundred
Floor three hundred
Infinity

Riding on the escalator
See you a little later
Going past the ceiling tiles into the open sky
Watching all the shoppers and the birds go flying by