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.

Out of gas, still burning.
Hey there... who me? Just your friendly neighbourhood 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 flying around
To make you cry back down and choke half-near to death
I'm up here on your left.

Sorry about that.
See like you I push the bucket
I like to burn big
Like you 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 sidewalk, size
Maybe their steel belted radials expired
Maybe they're tired
Maybe their odometer needs to be rewired
Or something

Fucking asshole! - 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 your scene
With the chance to take it... now!

Damn what the fuck're you doing motherfuckin' asshole! - Sorry!
Get off my lane you fucking fuck! - hey I got yours right here buddy!
Bite me!
Dude, what the fuck is your problem!
(Spanish shouts) 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
Why'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-see you

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of DJ Shadow's "Mashin on the Motorway" speaks of the need for speed and cutting the bullshit in one's life to fully live. The lyrics speak of a reckless driver who claims to be the "Captain Da" and doesn't have time to waste in traffic as he heads out to NASCAR in the fastest car until there are no cars left. The driver sees himself as someone who is not different from the listener, in his quest for food and survival, for which he has to cut the bullshit out of his life to enjoy the things he loves. He is in a hurry and doesn't care about the other slow drivers on the road, which he refers to as clowns. The driver's dialogue with the other drivers reflects the frustration people experience in traffic, which is where they unleash their hostilities.


Line by Line Meaning

He just wanted us to call him Captain Da.
The person wanted to be addressed as Captain Da.


He said you can call me Da-da, whatever that meant.
The person mentioned that others can call them Da-da, but the meaning behind the nickname is unclear.


Out of gas, still burning.
The singer is running out of fuel but still pushing forward with their fast-driving lifestyle.


Hey there... who me? Just your friendly neighbourhood speed demon.
The artist considers themselves a fast and reckless driver.


I'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the last car
The artist is driving very fast and aggressively, as if they are in a NASCAR race.


'Til there ain't no cars left
The singer will continue driving fast and passing cars until they can no longer find any on the road.


Enough cars go by with enough dust flying around
There are so many cars passing the singer that it is causing a cloud of dust to form.


To make you cry back down and choke half-near to death
The amount of dust is overwhelming and can cause discomfort or breathing difficulty.


I'm up here on your left.
The artist is currently driving alongside the listener's vehicle on its left side.


Sorry about that.
The artist apologizes for any previous reckless or dangerous driving behavior they have exhibited.


See like you I push the bucket
The singer drives an old or low-quality car, like the listener's.


I like to burn big
The artist prefers to drive fast and recklessly.


Like you I've gotta cut all the bullshit out of my life to live
The singer recognizes that driving fast and living recklessly may have their consequences but chooses to do so anyway.


So I tell them move over, this road ain't big enough for you
The singer is instructing other drivers to get out of their way as they drive past them.


I'm flying like Knight Rider they're trying to keep up
The singer is driving extremely fast, and other drivers are attempting to follow their speed.


With their grandma outside on the sidewalk, size
Some of the other drivers attempting to keep up with the artist may be elderly or not equipped for fast driving.


Maybe their steel belted radials expired
The artist suggests that the other drivers may be struggling to keep up due to issues with their tires or tires expiring.


Maybe they're tired
The singer suggests that the other drivers may be too exhausted to keep up with their speed and recklessness.


Maybe their odometer needs to be rewired
The singer suggests that the other drivers may be misjudging their speed and driving ability due to a malfunctioning odometer.


Fucking asshole! - My bad.
The artist reacts to a driver who has upset or angered them, but then apologizes for their language.


Can you believe some of the drivers they let out here on the road?
The artist is questioning the quality of other drivers on the road and implies that some of them should not be driving.


See, when the whole things slows down
The artist acknowledges that eventually, traffic and driving speeds will slow down.


You're gonna find that clown who's gonna give you your scene
The singer suggests that a reckless driver who wants to show off their driving skills will eventually emerge and provide entertainment.


With the chance to take it... now!
The artist advises the listener to take advantage of any opportunities they have to drive recklessly, perhaps before traffic slows down.


Damn what the fuck're you doing motherfuckin' asshole! - Sorry!
The singer swears at another driver for upsetting them but then apologizes for their behavior.


Get off my lane you fucking fuck! - hey I got yours right here buddy!
The singer threatens another driver and suggests that they are prepared for any retaliation.


Bite me!
The singer tells another driver to leave them alone or to stop bothering them.


Dude, what the fuck is your problem!
The artist is confused or upset about another driver's behavior.


(Spanish shouts) Maldito hijo de puta! - Well get outta the way then!
The artist swears in Spanish at another driver who has angered them, suggesting that the other driver should move out of their way.


Move! I'll...catch ya on the rebound!
The singer is commanding another driver to move out of their way or else they will come into contact with them.


Goddamn motherfucker, what the hell are you doing!
The singer is angry or upset with another driver and demands to know why they are driving poorly or recklessly.


So much hostility
The artist notes that there is a lot of anger and aggression amongst all the drivers on the road.


Why'all just keep checking your rear windows
The artist notes that other drivers are frequently checking their rearview mirrors, possibly to see if the artist is approaching or passing them.


Maybe you'll catch me passing
The artist suggests that other drivers will be able to see them driving very fast and recklessly as they pass them on the road.


Mashed.
The singer ends the song with a single word, suggesting that they are still driving fast and aggressively.




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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