Red Barchetta (Live In YYZ 1981)
๐ต 1565 characters
โฑ๏ธ 6:55 duration
๐ ID: 2408519
๐ Lyrics
I'd like to do a song for you now
That takes place in Rochester, I think
It's a song about a car
It's called the 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
Too 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
Go down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For 50-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
We 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
Adrenaline 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
Thank you
Red Barchetta
We'd like to continue in the Mediterranean vein
That takes place in Rochester, I think
It's a song about a car
It's called the 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
Too 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
Go down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For 50-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
We 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
Adrenaline 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
Thank you
Red Barchetta
We'd like to continue in the Mediterranean vein
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.02] I'd like to do a song for you now
[00:01.39] That takes place in Rochester, I think
[00:04.03] It's a song about a car
[00:07.12] It's called the Red Barchetta
[00:09.88]
[00:56.18] My uncle has a country place that no one knows about
[01:02.52] He says it used to be a farm before the Motor Law
[01:09.13] And on Sundays I elude the eyes and hop the turbine freight
[01:16.05] Too far outside the wire, where my white-haired uncle waits
[01:22.33]
[01:42.83] Jump to the ground
[01:44.60] As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
[01:49.99] Run like the wind
[01:50.90] As excitement shivers up and down my spine
[01:56.57] Go down in his barn
[01:57.86] My uncle preserved for me an old machine
[02:01.13] For 50-odd years
[02:03.05] To keep it as new has been, his dearest dream
[02:10.94] I strip away the old debris that hides a shining car
[02:17.63] A brilliant red Barchetta from a better, vanished time
[02:24.07] We fire up, the willing engine responding with a roar
[02:30.88] Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime
[02:37.08]
[02:52.31] Wind in my hair
[02:56.64] Shifting and drifting
[03:01.91] Mechanical music
[03:08.07] Adrenaline surge
[03:17.07] Well-weathered leather, hot metal and oil
[03:20.28] The scented country air
[03:23.47] Sunlight on chrome, the blur of the landscape
[03:26.94] Every nerve aware
[03:29.10]
[04:05.30] Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside
[04:12.03] A gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two lanes wide
[04:18.90] I spin around with shrieking tires to run the deadly race
[04:25.43] Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase
[04:31.97]
[04:52.44] Drive like the wind
[04:54.05] Straining the limits of machine and man
[04:58.94] Laughing out loud with fear and hope
[05:01.91] I've got a desperate plan
[05:05.17] At the one-lane bridge
[05:06.99] I leave the giants stranded at the riverside
[05:12.06] Race back to the farm
[05:13.89] To dream with my uncle at the fireside
[05:19.00]
[06:43.47] Thank you
[06:45.86] Red Barchetta
[06:48.29] We'd like to continue in the Mediterranean vein
[06:53.44]
[00:01.39] That takes place in Rochester, I think
[00:04.03] It's a song about a car
[00:07.12] It's called the Red Barchetta
[00:09.88]
[00:56.18] My uncle has a country place that no one knows about
[01:02.52] He says it used to be a farm before the Motor Law
[01:09.13] And on Sundays I elude the eyes and hop the turbine freight
[01:16.05] Too far outside the wire, where my white-haired uncle waits
[01:22.33]
[01:42.83] Jump to the ground
[01:44.60] As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
[01:49.99] Run like the wind
[01:50.90] As excitement shivers up and down my spine
[01:56.57] Go down in his barn
[01:57.86] My uncle preserved for me an old machine
[02:01.13] For 50-odd years
[02:03.05] To keep it as new has been, his dearest dream
[02:10.94] I strip away the old debris that hides a shining car
[02:17.63] A brilliant red Barchetta from a better, vanished time
[02:24.07] We fire up, the willing engine responding with a roar
[02:30.88] Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime
[02:37.08]
[02:52.31] Wind in my hair
[02:56.64] Shifting and drifting
[03:01.91] Mechanical music
[03:08.07] Adrenaline surge
[03:17.07] Well-weathered leather, hot metal and oil
[03:20.28] The scented country air
[03:23.47] Sunlight on chrome, the blur of the landscape
[03:26.94] Every nerve aware
[03:29.10]
[04:05.30] Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside
[04:12.03] A gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two lanes wide
[04:18.90] I spin around with shrieking tires to run the deadly race
[04:25.43] Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase
[04:31.97]
[04:52.44] Drive like the wind
[04:54.05] Straining the limits of machine and man
[04:58.94] Laughing out loud with fear and hope
[05:01.91] I've got a desperate plan
[05:05.17] At the one-lane bridge
[05:06.99] I leave the giants stranded at the riverside
[05:12.06] Race back to the farm
[05:13.89] To dream with my uncle at the fireside
[05:19.00]
[06:43.47] Thank you
[06:45.86] Red Barchetta
[06:48.29] We'd like to continue in the Mediterranean vein
[06:53.44]