Music Monday: Stressed Out + Music Matching with Alex

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I had trouble making up my mind for this one. Did I want to feature an awesome Rock video, something with groove, or something more eclectic like synth/swing? In the end I decided to follow the line of thinking that has recently been serving me best: don’t over-think it. So I thought, “What makes me feel good whenever I hear it.”, and the choice popped into my head just like that.

As with most bands that don’t usually get picked up by the tiny radius of my musical radar, it was my brother Glen who first introduced me to Jim’s Big Ego some time back in High school. Today I’ve got a little number that everyone can identify with. It’s energetic, catchy, and reminds me of everything that sucks about being an adult.

Music Matching with Alex!

Weekly challenge: find or share a song that you know that either has a matching title, theme, or other details. The more matches, the better! Make them clear, make them oddly specific, or make them obscure, it’s yours! Musicians welcome! To enter, simply either leave a link to your match as a comment with a few words (More words, if you like.) or add a Pingback to your post and I’ll scuttle over to see what you’ve come up with. 😀

Now everybody stress!

I’m addicted to stress, that’s the way that I get things done,
If I’m not under pressure then I sleep too long,
And I hang around like a bum,

I think I’m goin’ nowhere, and that makes me nervous.
Everybody’s out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody’s out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody’s out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody’s thinkin’ ’bout me!

It’s the little things that get you,
It’s the little things that get you when you work in addiction.
It’s the little things that get you,
It’s the little things that get you,
It’s the little things that get you when you work in addiction.

I’m tryin’ to cut down on my caffeine consumption,
So when I get up, I just have one cup of coffee,
And I like to have another cup of coffee with my breakfast,
And on my way to work, I like to get a cup of coffee.
Like the kind of cup of coffee that you get with the doughnuts,
But I never get the doughnut, I just have the cup of coffee.
And when I get to work, I like to have a cup of coffee,
’cause I like to have coffee when I’m talkin’ on the phone,
But it usually goes cold, and you need to get another cup of coffee,
And it’s lunch, and I have an espresso.

And when I get back, it’s not morning anymore,
So I have a diet cola, and another diet cola,
By then I’m feelin’ fine, and I’m feelin’ pretty sharp,
And I’m feelin’ pretty wired and I’m getting things done.
But right about two I get this little tiny migraine.
It starts with my eyes, and moves to the back of my neck,
And moves to the bottom of my spine,
But it doesn’t get there until five or six o’clock,
Which is the end of the day,

So I’m fine,
So I’m fine,
So I’m fine,
So I’m fine,
So I’m fine,

Except when I have to work late,
When I have to work late, which I usually do,
I’m addicted to stress, that’s the way that I get things done,
If I’m not under pressure then I sleep too long,
And I hang around like a bum, and I think I’m goin’ nowhere and that makes me nervous.

Everybody’s out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody’s out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody’s out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody’s thinkin’ ’bout me!

Hey, how you doin’?
Lookin’ good!

You been workin’ out?
Yeah, I can tell.
Alright, see you later!

I love to work, I love to run, I love to play real hard.
I love to steal little things from the grocery store,
Like a piece of bubble gum, or sometimes I just stick my thumb in a peach,
And leave it there.

I love to work, I love to run, I love to water ski, snowboard, jet ski, skydive, parasail, hang-glide, roller-blade, mountain-bike, bungee-jump…
Well, I mean, I’d love to do these things,
If I ever had the time.

I love to work, I love to work, I love to work out after work,
I’d love to spend a little time with this woman I’m seeing,
Except, uh, we never really get any time to spend together,
So, we call each other up, and we talk about work.

But what I think I’d really love is to get up by myself,
On a little tiny island, in the middle of the ocean,
With just me, and a book, and a cellular phone,
And a personal computer in case something came up.

And I could eat, and I’d drink, and I’d run and I’d sleep,
And I wouldn’t do nothin’ except swim all day,
Except, ya know, my beeper doesn’t work under water,

Where there are sharks!
Where there are sharks!!
Where there are sharks!!!
And there’s this kind of anemone that sticks in your foot,
And the poison goes up to your brain,
And you die!
And sand fleas!
Sand fleas!! yuck!!

But, actually I think it’d be really relaxing,
Just to be by myself, in the middle of the ocean,
And that’s what I’d really love to do, more than anything else,
Except, I’d probably hate it.

I’m addicted to stress, that’s the way that I get things done,
If I’m not under pressure then I sleep too long,
And I hang around like a bum,
I think I’m goin’ nowhere, and that makes me nervous.
Everybody’s out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody’s out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody’s out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody’s thinkin’ ’bout me!
But I feel alright.
Everybody’s out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody’s out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody’s thinkin’ ’bout me!
But I feel alright.
Everybody’s out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody’s out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody,
Everybody,
Everybody,
Everybody,
Everybody,
Everybody,
Everybody,
Everybody,
Everybody,
Everybody’s out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody’s thinkin’ ’bout me!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Everybody’s thinkin’ ’bout me!

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