Truckers Atlas
Modest Mouse Lyrics


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I'm going to Colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City
And that's in New York, friends

I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
And we bled
And the writing in the stall said

"we write our maps in the stalls"
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free
And we all did

This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone

I don't feel and I feel great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads

I'm going up
Going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot

Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
You start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline you might drive three days

Three nights to the tip of Florida
Do you speak the lingo?
Oh Oh No. No no
How far does your road go?

Oh no, you don't know
I'm going to Colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City

And that's in New York, friends
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free
And we all did

And the writing in the salt says
We ride out to the stars
I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red

This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know




The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Truckers Atlas" by Modest Mouse describe the journey of a truck driver who is going through different states of the United States, trying to escape from their current reality. The first verse sets the tone: "I'm going to Colorado/To unload my head". The driver is searching for a way to clear their mind, perhaps trying to escape from personal problems or a troubled past. The next few verses mention sex, drugs, and violence. The driver is looking for excitement and thrills in different parts of the country: "I'm going to Arizona/Sex on the rocks all warm and red/And we bled".


The chorus of the song highlights the power of the truckers atlas: "This truckers atlas roads the ways/The freeways and highways don't know". The driver is using the atlas as a guide to navigate the country's backroads and local highways. The atlas is a symbol of the driver's freedom and independence, allowing them to explore the country as they see fit.


The lyrics of "Truckers Atlas" can be interpreted in many ways. Some have suggested that the song is a critique of modern society and the endless pursuit of material possessions. Others see it as a celebration of the open road and the freedom of the American West.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm going to Colorado
I am traveling to Colorado


To unload my head
To clear my mind and relieve my stress


I'm going to New York City
I am heading to New York City


And that's in New York, friends
For those who didn't know, New York City is located within the state of New York


I'm going to Arizona
My next destination is Arizona


Sex on the rocks all warm and red
A possible reference to a sexual encounter in the desert with a reddish hue


And we bled
A violent experience took place


And the writing in the stall said
A conversation took place in the bathroom


"we write our maps in the stalls"
We document our travels and experiences in the bathroom stalls


I'm going up to Alaska
I am traveling to Alaska


I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free
I am planning to escape without any consequences


And we all did
Others who joined me on this journey were also successful in getting away with something


This truckers atlas roads the ways
The atlas for truck drivers charts their routes


The freeways and highways don't know
The major routes are not always the best or most interesting options


The buzz from the bird on my dash
The sounds and vibrations from a device on my dashboard


Road locomotive phone
A communication device for truck drivers


I don't feel and I feel great
I am emotionally disconnected and it's a good feeling


I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I got rid of my physical atlas to someone who may need it


I do lines and I crossed roads
I consume drugs and travel extensively


I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
I have transgressed the boundaries of major roads and highways nationwide


I'm going up
I'm heading north


Going over to Montana
My next location is Montana


You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You possess an atlas for truck drivers as well


You knew you were all hot
You were aware that you could handle the tough journeys


Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Perhaps you'll become emotionally overwhelmed


You start at the northwest corner
Begin at the corner of the map


Go down through California
Travel down the west coast through California


Beeline you might drive three days
You could make a straight drive for three days without stopping


Three nights to the tip of Florida
It would take three nights of travel to reach the southern tip of Florida


Do you speak the lingo?
Are you familiar with the language and terminology of truck drivers?


Oh Oh No. No no
I don't think you do


How far does your road go?
How long are you planning to travel and where will your journey take you?


Oh no, you don't know
I don't think you have fully considered the scope of your trip


And the writing in the salt says
The conversation in the bathroom stall continues


We ride out to the stars
We travel and explore the universe


The freeways and highways don't know
The major routes cannot take us on this type of journey


The buzz from the bird on my dash
The device on my dashboard continues to emit sounds and vibrations


Road locomotive phone
The communication device for truck drivers remains in use




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ERIC JUDY, ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN

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