Truckers Atlas (The Lonesome Crowded West 1997)

Текст песни Modest Mouse - Truckers Atlas (The Lonesome Crowded West 1997)

Truckers Atlas Lyrics[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
And the writing in the stall said, "We write our maps in the stalls"
I'm going up to Alaska, I'm gonna get off scot-fucking-free
And we all did
[Chorus]
This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone
This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
I'm going up, going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Well, 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
[Verse 5]
Do you speak the lingo?
Oh, oh no
Do you speak the lingo?
No, no
How far does your road go?
Oh, no, you don't know?

[Verse 6]
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 gonna get off scot-fucking-free
And we all did

[Verse 7]
And the writing in the stall said, "We write our maps in the stalls"
I'm going to Arizona, sex on the rocks all warm and red
And we all bled

[Chorus]
This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone
This truckers atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone
[Verse 8]
I don't feel and it feels 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

[Verse 9]
I'm going up, going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Well, maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
You start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline, you might drive three days and
Three nights to the tip of Florida

[Outro]
(Where I do lines in at the crossroads where I—
I control my ant—
How far do your roads go?
I wanted to 'round, go
Goin' to Colorado to unload my head
Goin' to New York City
I'm going up to Alaska
And we're riding with the [?], riding down
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