Red Barchetta lyrics

Artist  : Prototype 
Song : Red Barchetta



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My uncle has a country place, 



that no one knows about 



He says it used to be a farm, 



before the Motor Law 



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 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 - 



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 toward 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 ...