标题:Red Barchetta
标签:总谱
艺人:Rush
专辑:Moving Pictures
作词:Neil Peart
作曲:Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson
编曲:Rush, Terry Brown
制谱人:James Flint
节拍:♩ = 144
音轨:
- Geddy - 合成主音6（人声） Lead 6 (voice)
- Rhythm Guitar 1 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Lead Guitar - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Taurus - 合成主音2（锯齿波） Lead 2 (sawtooth)
- Moog - 合成柔音3（复合成） Pad 3 (polysynth)
- Bass - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
- Drums - 敲击乐器
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歌词:
My uncle has a country place, that no one Knows about
He says it used to be a farm, before the Motor Law
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 the shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta, from a better, vanished time
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
* Inspired by "A Nice Morning Drive", by Richard S. Foster
