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Red Barchetta

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  • 作词 : Neil Peart
    作曲 : Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson
    rush - Red Barchetta
    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
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson
    [00:10.17]rush - Red Barchetta
    [00:45.57]My uncle has a country place, that no one knows about
    [00:52.25]He says it used to be a farm, before the motor law
    [00:58.61]And on sundays I elude the eyes and hop the turbine freight
    [01:05.23]To far outside the wire, where my white-haired uncle waits.
    [01:32.33]Jump to the ground
    [01:33.58]As the turbo slows to cross the borderline
    [01:37.07]Run like the wind,
    [01:40.19]As excitement shivers up and down my spine
    [01:45.43]Down in his barn
    [01:46.62]My uncle preserved for me, an old machine ---
    [01:50.36]For fifty-odd years
    [01:51.73]To keep it as new has been his dearest dream
    [02:00.10]I strip away the old debris, that hides a shining car
    [02:06.34]A brilliant red barchetta, from a better, vanished time
    [02:13.02]I fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar
    [02:19.51]Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime...
    [02:41.76]Wind in my hair ---
    [02:45.82]Shifting and drifting ---
    [02:51.49]Mechanical music ---
    [02:57.30]Adrenalin surge ---
    [03:06.60]Well-weathered leather
    [03:08.03]Hot metal and oil
    [03:09.66]The scented country air
    [03:13.03]Sunlight on chrome
    [03:14.34]The blur of the landscape
    [03:16.02]Every nerve aware
    [03:55.27]Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside
    [04:00.82]A gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two lanes wide
    [04:07.38]I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race
    [04:13.80]Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase
    [04:20.10]
    [04:32.17]Drive like the wind
    [04:41.90]Straining the limits of machine and man
    [04:47.58]Laughing out loud
    [04:49.27]With fear and hope, Ive got a desperate plan
    [04:53.76]At the one-lane bridge
    [04:55.32]I leave the giants stranded
    [04:57.07]At the riverside
    [04:58.56]Race back to the farm
    [05:01.99]To dream with my uncle
    [05:03.74]At the fireside...
    [05:09.66]