作词 : Neil Peart 作曲 : Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson Artist：rush Songs Title：red barchetta
Inspiried by a nice morning drive, by richard s. foster Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson My uncle has a country place, that no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm, before the motor law
And on sundays I elude the eyes and hop the turbine freight
To far outside the wire, where my white-haired uncle waits.
Jump to the ground As the turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind, As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn My uncle preserved for me, an old machine --- For fifty-odd years To keep it as new has been his dearest dream
I strip away the old debris, that hides a shining car
A brilliant red barchetta, from a better, vanished time
I fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime... Wind in my hair ---
Shifting and drifting ---
Mechanical music ---
Adrenalin surge ---
Well-weathered leather Hot metal and oil The scented country air Sunlight on chrome The blur of the landscape Every nerve aware
Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside A gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two lanes wide I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase
Drive like the wind Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud With fear and hope, Ive got a desperate plan
At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded At the riverside Race back to the farm To dream with my uncle At the fireside...
[00:00.000] 作词 : Neil Peart [00:00.502] 作曲 : Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson [00:01.04]Artist：rush [00:05.16]Songs Title：red barchetta [00:11.84] [00:16.58] [00:20.84]Inspiried by a nice morning drive, by richard s. foster [00:40.21]Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson [00:46.20]My uncle has a country place, that no one knows about [00:51.58] [00:52.57]He says it used to be a farm, before the motor law [00:58.43] [00:59.12]And on sundays I elude the eyes and hop the turbine freight [01:04.87] [01:05.68]To far outside the wire, where my white-haired uncle waits. [01:11.55] [01:32.76]Jump to the ground [01:33.89]As the turbo slows to cross the borderline [01:37.88] [01:39.13]Run like the wind, [01:40.44]As excitement shivers up and down my spine [01:44.31] [01:45.87]Down in his barn [01:47.62]My uncle preserved for me, an old machine --- [01:53.92]For fifty-odd years [01:54.61]To keep it as new has been his dearest dream [01:58.99] [02:00.48]I strip away the old debris, that hides a shining car [02:06.04] [02:06.67]A brilliant red barchetta, from a better, vanished time [02:12.74] [02:13.55]I fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar [02:19.01] [02:20.38]Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime... [02:26.18]Wind in my hair --- [02:27.96] [02:43.12]Shifting and drifting --- [02:49.05] [02:51.92]Mechanical music --- [02:54.16] [02:57.72]Adrenalin surge --- [02:59.72] [03:07.20]Well-weathered leather [03:10.82]Hot metal and oil [03:11.70]The scented country air [03:12.38]Sunlight on chrome [03:15.20]The blur of the landscape [03:18.94]Every nerve aware [03:20.44] [03:55.15]Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside [04:01.33]A gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two lanes wide [04:07.94]I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race [04:14.62]Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase [04:20.92] [04:41.58]Drive like the wind [04:43.07]Straining the limits of machine and man [04:46.57] [04:48.19]Laughing out loud [04:50.00]With fear and hope, Ive got a desperate plan [04:53.19] [04:54.50]At the one-lane bridge [04:56.12]I leave the giants stranded [04:57.62]At the riverside [05:00.05]Race back to the farm [05:02.99]To dream with my uncle [05:04.42]At the fireside...
