Seventeen Flights

Take B leans into driving hard rock rhythms, metallic synth arpeggios, and visceral group chants to chronicle a storm disaster.

The stories behind Seventeen Flights

Lyrics

Lower Manhattan,

October 28th, 10 feet of

seawater in the basement, the fuel pumps are dead,

get on the stairs,

go!

Go

The slugs came over the

East River wall Flooded out the switchgear down in the hall

Rooftop generators starving for fuel 17 stories up, breaking

every rule ICU ventilators running out of time

If the generators die, it's a catastrophic crime

The critical engineers grab the heavy steel cans

Starting up the greatest bucket brigade in

New York plans Five gallons of diesel, step by step

17 floors, no time for prep

Pass it up, pass it up, pass it up, pass it up

Keep the power running till the dawn

Seventeen flights in the fence in the pitch black night

The biomed squad in the hurricane fight

New York top past the diesel can

Keeping life support in the heart of man

Hey, hey, rooftop roar

No paycheck dies on this hospital floor

Hurricane Sandy cannot shut us down

Strongest damn crew

In the whole damn town

Passing fuel head to head

In the humid stairwell air

Doctors, nurses, engineers Answering the prayer

Carrying the tiny incubators down the dock

Every single baby safe without a spot

Sunrise,

single soul was wheeled away

Heroic New York technicians carried the day

Seventeen flights in the pitch, in the pitch black night

The biomed squad in the hurricane fight

New York tough past the diesel can

Keeping life support in the heart of man

Hey, hey, rooftop roar

No patient dies on this hospital floor

Hurricane Sandy cannot shut us down

Strongest damn crew

In the whole damn town

All patients

Evacuated safely

Zero lives lost

That's how New York does it

Biomed

My old man

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