A funicular (/fjᵿˈnɪkjᵿlər/), also known as an inclined plane or cliff railway, is a cable railway in which a cable attached to a pair of tram-like vehicles on rails moves them up and down a steep slope, the ascending and descending vehicles counterbalancing each other. Funiculars of one sort or another have existed for hundreds of years and continue to be used for moving both passengers and goods. Its name derives from the latin, funiculus, diminutive of funis, meaning "rope".
The basic idea of funicular operation is that two cars are always attached to each other by a cable, which runs through a pulley at the top of the slope. Counterbalancing of the two cars, with one going up and one going down, minimizes the energy needed to lift the car going up. Winching is normally done by an electric drive that turns the pulley. Sheave wheels guide the cable to and from the drive mechanism and the slope cars.
Early funiculars used two parallel straight tracks, four rails, with separate station platforms for each vehicle. The tracks are laid with sufficient space between them for the two cars to pass at the midpoint. The wheels of the cars are usually single-flanged, as on standard railway vehicles. Examples of this type of track layout are the Duquesne Incline in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and most cliff railways in the UK.
We are told it seems, from our first breath
That one day we'd cross, over the mountains
The land of gods, with the angels too
To spend eternity, in love and harmony
We work for nothing and the hours are so long
We work for rations and the place we call home
The morning trains carry us to our jobs
Murmurs of slavery within the mobs
Nothing else matters it is our precious fate
We are promised our own perfect place
On and on the pattern goes, never to end
Until the holy day when life should begin
The Promised Land, is what we toil for all our life
The Promised Land, is why today is misery
The Promised Land, is what we toil for all our life
The Promised Land, is why today is misery
We are told that it is heaven on earth
We are told you shall never need
We are told to do your work well
We are told forever you will see
The Promised Land, our god given right