Red Barchetta
Lyrics
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 waitsfull lyrics...
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 waitsfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
hard rock rootsmild rhythmic syncopation
demanding instrumental part writing
major key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
an electric guitar solo
a dynamic male vocalist
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Publisher: CORE MUSIC PUBLISHING CO I strip away the old debris that hides a shining car And on Sundays I elude the eyes and hop the Turbine Freight Run like the wind as excitement shivers up and down my spine He says it used to be a farm before the Motor Law We'll fire up the willing engine responding with a roar Well-weathered leather, hot metal and oil At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded at the riverside Laughing out loud with fear and hope I've got a desperate plan Race back to the farm to dream with my uncle at the fireside Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime Mechanical music, adrenaline surge Drive like the wind, straining the limits of machine and man For fifty-odd years to keep it as new, has been his dearest dream Down in his barn, my uncle preserved for me an old machine My uncle has a country place that no one knows about A brilliant red Barchetta from a better vanished time The blur of the landscape, every nerve aware Jump to the ground as the Turbo slows to cross the borderline The scented country air, sunlight on chrome Wind in my hair, shifting and drifting I spin around with shrieking tires to run the deadly race Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase Suddenly ahead of me across the mountainside Songwriters: Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, Neil Peart A gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two lanes wide To far outside the wire where my white-haired uncle waits




