Nextrush Unplugged Weekend: Segregation Vaccination Forever, They Act Like Chicoms, Gavin MacLeod

Tammy Bruce offers us the latest on how Republicans rig votes in the House to keep spending too much money...

Lets hearken back to El Rushbo with an "Update" the British Prime Minister's real name is:

The Toxicity Of Holocaust Nudity And How A Congressman Got Caught Up In The Issue...

It seems to me as I see the attitudes of the vaxx and mask crowd a racist speech comes to mind about:

Reminds me of the attitude in Washington nowadays and remember the shots we get only last six months until we will need more.

I see Kevin McCarthy and Steve Scalise believing that in their hearts as they trashed Congresswoman Marjorie Taylor Greene...

The Coronavirus Controls In This World Have Been Particularly Harsh In Canada...

Liberty Versus Tyranny In Idaho Governor Brad Little Demonstrates His True Colors Again

The game Governor Little the supposed "Conservative Republican" governor in Idaho plays reminds us that our government and business leaders think the way to deal with a virus originating in Communist China is to act like Communist China...

Ammon Bundy has also entered the governor's contest in Idaho next year he will be there to keep all of the candidates honest...

Newsdump Update: Colombia Deploys Military To Deal With Anti-Government Protest...

Israeli Political Update: Movement Reported Towards A Government Without Benjamin Netanyahu But No Final Deal...

I used to watch him a lot on Saturday nights with Mary Tyler Moore or as the Captain of the "Love Boat" Gavin MacLeod is dead at the age of 90...

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

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