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...
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
I love that song. Maybe now even more so. I love the Earth, buy green, etc. but I don't want a government requirement -- at least not yet.
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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 And on Sundays I elude the eyes And hop the Turbine Freight To far outside the Wire Where my white-haired uncle waits ...
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
I love that song. Maybe now even more so. I love the Earth, buy green, etc. but I don't want a government requirement -- at least not yet.
Beat me to it...
The first song is basically our version of 'gangster rap'. It is probably a pirate version destined to be sold in either Mexico or the USA...