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Red Barchetta - Prototype
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
At the fireside
- 1 Prototype
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[00:42.38]My uncle has a country place
[00:45.70]That no one knows about
[00:49.06]He says it used to be a farm
[00:52.49]Before the Motor Law
[00:55.54]On Sundays I elude the Eyes
[00:59.08]And hop the turbine freight
[01:02.16]To far outside the Wire
[01:05.10]Where my white-haired uncle waits
[01:29.27]Jump to the ground
[01:30.63]As the turbo slows to cross the borderline
[01:35.82]Run like the wind
[01:37.06]As excitement shivers up and down my spine
[01:42.56]Down in his barn
[01:43.95]My uncle preserved for me an old machine -
[01:47.53]For fifty-odd years
[01:49.11]To keep it as new has been his dearest dream
[01:57.14]I strip away the old debris that hides the shining car
[02:03.15]A brilliant red Barchetta from a better vanished time
[02:10.04]Fire up the willing engine responding with a roar
[02:17.09]Tires spitting gravel I commit my weekly crime
[02:38.58]Wind in my hair
[02:42.92]Shifting and drifting
[02:48.74]Mechanical music
[02:54.47]Adrenaline surge
[03:03.93]Well-weathered leather
[03:04.39]Hot metal and oil
[03:06.93]The scented country air
[03:10.33]Sunlight on chrome
[03:11.84]The blur of the landscape
[03:14.11]Every nerve aware
[03:51.73]Suddenly ahead of me across the mountainside
[03:58.46]A gleaming alloy air-car shoots toward me
[04:02.77]Two lanes wide
[04:04.77]I spin around with shrieking tires
[04:08.28]To run the deadly race
[04:11.39]Go screaming through the valley as another
[04:15.71]Joins the chase
[04:38.39]Drive like the wind
[04:39.99]Straining the limits of machine and man
[04:45.16]Laughing out loud
[04:46.59]With fear and hope I've got a desperate plan
[04:51.55]At the one-lane bridge
[04:53.27]I leave the giants stranded
[04:54.97]At the riverside
[04:58.02]Race back to the farm
[04:59.79]To dream with my uncle
[05:01.39]At the fireside
[05:07.59]At the fireside
