Mashin' On The Motorway
DJ Shadow Lyrics


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He just wanted us to call him Captain Da
He said, "You can call me Da-da", whatever that meant

Hey there, who me? Just your friendly neighborhood speed demon

I'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the last car
'Til there ain't no cars left
Enough cars go by with enough dust flyin' around to make you cry
Back down and choke half-near to death, I'm going left

Sorry about that, see like you I push the bucket
I like to burn big, like, I've gotta cut all the bullshit out of my life to live
So I tell them move over, this road ain't big enough for you

I'm flying like Knight Rider, they're trying to keep up
With their grandma outside, on the side
Maybe their steel belted radials expired, maybe they're tired
Maybe their odometer needs to be rewired or somethin'

My bad
Can you believe some of the drivers, they let out here on the road

See, whole things slows down, you're gonna find that clown
Who's gonna give you your scene with the chance to take it now

So much hostility, y'all just keep checking your rear windows
Maybe you'll catch me passing, mashed

Cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em off
Cut 'em, cut 'em, see-see-cut 'em, cut 'em off, cut, cut




Cut 'em, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut 'em, cut, cut, cut 'em
Cut 'em off in crash

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to DJ Shadow's "Mashin' on the Motorway" are complex and open to interpretation, but there are a few themes that stand out. The singer talks about his need for speed and his desire to blaze past other drivers on the highway. He refers to himself as a "speed demon" and describes racing to the front of the pack, cutting off other cars and causing accidents. He also talks about the frustration of slow drivers and his disdain for those who can't keep up with him. Throughout the song, the singer expresses a sense of superiority, as if he is the only one on the road who knows how to drive.


The lyrics can be read as a metaphor for the power dynamics in society. The singer, with his fast car and reckless driving, represents those who feel entitled to take what they want without regard for others. He cuts off other drivers and causes accidents, much like those in power who ignore the needs of the less fortunate. The slow drivers on the road are emblematic of those who are left behind and struggle to keep up. The singer's disdain for them echoes the way those in power often view the less fortunate as inferior.


Overall, "Mashin' on the Motorway" is a complex song that touches on themes of power, entitlement, and the struggle to keep up in a fast-paced world.


Line by Line Meaning

He just wanted us to call him Captain Da
He wanted to be addressed as 'Captain Da,' possibly out of a sense of self-importance.


He said, "You can call me Da-da", whatever that meant
He further elaborated that 'Da-da' was another acceptable moniker, though its significance or meaning was unclear.


Hey there, who me? Just your friendly neighborhood speed demon
The singer identifies themselves as a speed demon, seemingly embracing their ultra-fast driving habits.


I'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the last car
The artist is driving fast, with a sense of purpose towards the end of the street or road.


'Til there ain't no cars left
Their objective is to keep driving fast, overtaking all the cars in their path until there are none left.


Enough cars go by with enough dust flyin' around to make you cry
The speed and dust raised by the passing cars causes severe discomfort or irritation.


Back down and choke half-near to death, I'm going left
The singer has no intention of slowing down, even if it results in an unpleasant experience for others who may be choking on the dust.


Sorry about that, see like you I push the bucket
The artist apologizes insincerely for their driving habits, comparing their mode of transport to a 'bucket,' or something old and worn out.


I like to burn big, like, I've gotta cut all the bullshit out of my life to live
The artist enjoys driving fast and recklessly, possibly as a way to rid themselves of all the unnecessary drama in their life.


So I tell them move over, this road ain't big enough for you
The artist is dismissive of other drivers who cannot match their speed, implying that they are not worthy of sharing the same road.


I'm flying like Knight Rider, they're trying to keep up
The singer likens their speed to that of Knight Rider, and seems to enjoy the challenge of leaving other drivers far behind.


With their grandma outside, on the side
The other drivers on the road are slow and unimpressive, with even grandmothers passing them by.


Maybe their steel belted radials expired, maybe they're tired
The singer imagines that the other drivers are driving old, worn-out vehicles that are no match for their own fast car.


Maybe their odometer needs to be rewired or somethin'
The singer is dismissive of the other drivers' capabilities, suggesting that they might need to have their cars repaired or adjusted.


My bad
The singer is apologetic, but in a somewhat insincere or casual way.


Can you believe some of the drivers, they let out here on the road
The artist expresses disbelief or frustration at the fact that other drivers are allowed on the same road as them.


See, whole things slows down, you're gonna find that clown
The artist predicts that if they slow down, they will encounter someone who they consider a clown or fool.


Who's gonna give you your scene with the chance to take it now
This 'clown' is seen as providing an opportunity for others to showcase their skills or take action in some way.


So much hostility, y'all just keep checking your rear windows
The singer senses hostility from others on the road, and advises them to look behind them to see if they can find the source of their discomfort.


Maybe you'll catch me passing, mashed
The artist imagines that other drivers might be able to catch them passing, though it is unlikely given their speed and skill.


Cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em off
The artist suggests cutting off other drivers who they deem to be too slow or inferior.


Cut 'em, cut 'em, see-see-cut 'em, cut 'em off, cut, cut
They repeat this instruction, emphasizing the act of cutting off other drivers on the road.


Cut 'em, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut 'em, cut, cut, cut 'em
The singer obsessively repeats the instruction to cut off other drivers, perhaps as a reflection of their aggressive driving style.


Cut 'em off in crash
The final line is a direct call to cause a crash or collision with other drivers, suggesting that the artist is not concerned about the safety of others on the road.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: JOSH PAUL DAVIS, LATEEF DAUMONT

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

M

Out of gas, still burning...
Hey there... Who me?
Just a friendly neighborhood speed demon

I'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the last car
'Til there ain't no cars left must because I go by
With enough dust flying around to make you cry it back down
And choke half near to death, oh I'm gonna go on your left
Sorry 'bout that...
See like you a push the bucket, I like to burn big
Like you I gotta cut all the bullshit outta my life to live
So I tell 'em move over, this road ain't big enough for ya
I'm flying like Knightrider they tryin' to keep up
With they grandma outside on the side
Maybe their steel belted radials expired, maybe they're tired
Maybe their odometer needs to be rewired or something
My bad...
(Can you believe some of the drivers they let out here on the road?)

See, when the whole things slows down
You're gonna find that clown who's gonna give you a scene
With the chance to take it... now! 
Damn, what the fuck are you doing, motherfucking asshole - Sorry!
Get off my lane you fucking fuck! - I got yours right here buddy
Bite me - Dude, what the fuck is your problem?
Maldito hijo de puta! - Well get outta the way then!
Move! I'll...catch ya on the rebound!
Goddamn motherfucker, what the hell are you doing!
So much hostility... Y'all just keep checking your rear windows
Maybe you'll catch me passing... Mashed
Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em-cut-cut em off
Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut-cut-cut-cut em off
Cut-cut-cut-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em off in the crash



All comments from YouTube:

Cable Vamp

Dj Shadow is a genius at instrumentation

Tenille Oosterbaan

i've loved this song for about 12 years now. i use to have the private press album when i was 15.

trentbateman

love this track...so different, def wasnt expecting this first time i heard it.

Kris

Absolute classic

ratmdex

I still know every word to this song and haven't listened to it in 15 years

M

Out of gas, still burning...
Hey there... Who me?
Just a friendly neighborhood speed demon

I'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the last car
'Til there ain't no cars left must because I go by
With enough dust flying around to make you cry it back down
And choke half near to death, oh I'm gonna go on your left
Sorry 'bout that...
See like you a push the bucket, I like to burn big
Like you I gotta cut all the bullshit outta my life to live
So I tell 'em move over, this road ain't big enough for ya
I'm flying like Knightrider they tryin' to keep up
With they grandma outside on the side
Maybe their steel belted radials expired, maybe they're tired
Maybe their odometer needs to be rewired or something
My bad...
(Can you believe some of the drivers they let out here on the road?)

See, when the whole things slows down
You're gonna find that clown who's gonna give you a scene
With the chance to take it... now! 
Damn, what the fuck are you doing, motherfucking asshole - Sorry!
Get off my lane you fucking fuck! - I got yours right here buddy
Bite me - Dude, what the fuck is your problem?
Maldito hijo de puta! - Well get outta the way then!
Move! I'll...catch ya on the rebound!
Goddamn motherfucker, what the hell are you doing!
So much hostility... Y'all just keep checking your rear windows
Maybe you'll catch me passing... Mashed
Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em-cut-cut em off
Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut-cut-cut-cut em off
Cut-cut-cut-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em off in the crash

Icystorm9Reviews

As much as I love this song. Why does it look like this.

BadMoonRisin

Someone made a documentary about my drive home from work. Finally!

blonde7000

this is really good

crikey

Getting a Crazy Taxi vibe

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