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No! Horrible Rush lyrics! I told you, use the FULL sentence! Don’t cut each sentence in half like you’re using a pair of scissors and then add those dementia trail-off dots. What the hell, dude? No one is going to read or listen to those new Rush lyrics. They make no sense at all.
Here. Original Rush lyrics. Full sentences (or completed phrases, anyway, with no dementia trail-off dots like your lyrics).
Let’s go with Red Barchetta.
Red Barchetta by Rush
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9Q05UyIOX4
My uncle has a country place
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
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 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
“full throttle.”
But only half sentences.
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