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Track: Red Barchetta
Artist: Rush
Album: Moving Pictures (2011 Remaster)

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Spotify Genres: progressive rock, classic rock, hard rock, rock, aor
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Canadian heavy progressive rock trio, formed in 1968 in Toronto, Canada. Disbanded in 2018. Rush retired from touring after the R40 tour when [a=Neil Peart] announced he would retire due to health reasons. In January 2018, [a=Alex Lifeson] said in an interview that Rush's career had come to an end. On January 7, 2020, after a three-year illness, Neil Ellwood Peart died of glioblastoma at age 67, his passing was officially announced on January 10, 2020. See also [a=Jeff Jones (4)].

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Release: Rush - Red Barchetta
Year: 1994
Genres: Electronic, Rock, Pop, Folk, World, & Country, Stage & Screen
Styles: Prog Rock

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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 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, I've 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.