歌手:Rush
专辑:《Exit ... Stage Left》

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...