Our first stop is in Bogota

[redqueen]

To check Colombian fields
The natives smile and pass along
A sample of their yield
Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams
Golden Acapulco nights
Then Morocco, and the East,
Fly by morning light

We're on the train to Bangkok
Aboard the Thailand Express
We'll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the best

Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon
We burn the midnight oil
The fragrance of Afghanistan
Rewards a long day's toil
Pulling into Katmandu
Smoke rings fill the air
Perfumed by a Nepal night
The Express gets you there

We're on the train to Bangkok
Aboard the Thailand Express
We'll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the best

[pdx_prog]

1. You sure have a way with words...:)

[redqueen]

4. My favorite line

"Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon"

I just love that line. :)

[chicagojoe]

2. Just listened to that disc on Monday.

[Elidor]

3. You trying to tell us it's 4:20?

:hippie:

I love the solo on that one.

[redqueen]

5. Naaaah

A couple of threads today made me think of this song. I love the song but it's not my fave by Rush... that'd have to be either YYZ or Red Barchetta

[redqueen]

6. No more Rush fans here?

I thought there'd be more...

[AntiCoup2K4]

7. Red Barchetta

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.

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 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...

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.

[redqueen]

8. This was on the first album I ever bought

still one of my very favorite songs. Thanks.

[mattclearing]

9. Recovering Rush fan here.

All drummers must go through Neil Peart on their way to musical taste.

[redqueen]

10. Awww

You're a meanie!

:P

[mattclearing]

11. Nah, I speak only the truth.

And as much as I love Rush, I listened to them for ten years and saw them three times, and that is enough.

There is better music out there to be had.

[redqueen]

12. Oh I can't argue that there's better music

But Peart is good! Rush is good!

I never saw them, sadly. Heard they're one of the better live acts around. *sniff, sniff*