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Contents Under Pressure
03:44
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You always take things seriously
You’re making sure the road is paved before you take a step
Making sure the scenery looks nice
But me talking to you is like you talking to me
I don’t wanna turn this into business
Caution: contents under pressure
Caution: contents under pressure
I just need a release
You don’t have to run in circles, there’s no race
Why don’t you slow down and see what counts
It comes to who was left, who the hell was left
I can’t do you justice anymore
Caution: contents under pressure
Caution: contents under pressure
I just need a release
So let’s not dwell on the past
Twas a chapter in a pact we wrote and froze in type, bold type
Need to be more in touch to carry
Need to be more in touch to carry
me talking to you is like you talking to me
I don’t want to turn this into work
Caution: contents under pressure
Caution: contents under pressure
I just need a release
Lyrics by Gregor, music by Gregor, Morlan, Fenton, Morlan
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2. |
USA Today
03:51
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The word is out at the Hop-In Grocery
We’re heading into Marlboro country
There are plenty of fifty cent burgers out there
Trouble is they cost 4 bucks
I’ll take a sulfite salad and a sodium dog
In USA today
It trickles down to the ultimate little guy
Depends upon just how aggressive you are
The cat used to fill up a shopping cart
Walk right out the front door
Yell out “The food’s on the table, boys,”
In USA today
More, more, more so we can have less, less, less
More, more, more so we can have less, less, less
So this is your choice for freedom, peace and progress
World proven garden spot for MX peace in USA today
It’s not so uncommon to go extinct
Kill them little bugs dead
It’s not so uncommon to go extinct
Kill them little bugs dead
It’s not so uncommon
Let’s make our way to the Shoe Renew
We’re sick of dying for your dollars
We are asked to believe that you want peace
Cuz you name the MX the peacemaker
We’re walking out on the mail order cowboy
In USA today
Lyrics by Gregor. Music by Fenton, Gregor, Morlan and Morlan
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3. |
Somewhile Exile
04:34
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Cut up my Visa, I pay with cash
Sometimes I barter, maybe I beg
I could find my banquet in a dispy dumpster
Or serve you steak at a thousand a plate dinner
I sign no receipts, or leave my prints
Perchance on accent, perhaps a limp
Living with an heiress or out on the street
White collar r&d or selling meat
Don’t try to call me, I have no phone
Return to sender, address unknown
You’ll never reach me, somewhile exile
Polyester, or dressed in rags
Just straight and narrow, or I zig zag
Strut like a macho or else in drag
Might be with a lover or I could be stag
Possibly sixteen, I might look sixty
My hair was long then, it’s shorter now
I’ve groomed a moustache but my clothes aren’t loud
Maybe not even a face in the crowd
Don’t try to find me, I am alive
No worse for wear, yeah I do survive
See you around then, somewhile exile
A fishing boat in the summertime, a ski resort in the fall
A grocery checker in the the speedy line
In front of a mission just biding my time
Wire rim glasses, a blue headband
Leather boy studs, construction duds
Jogger’s tennis shoes or army boots
Color coordinated three-piece suit
Don’t try to call me, I have no phone
Return to sender, address unknown
You’ll never reach me, somewhile exile
Return to sender, somewhile exile
See you around then, somewhile exile
(Gregor)
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4. |
You're My Fixation
03:17
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Capture this moment, it would make a nice picture
You can be general, I’ll be specific
I will seek you out, when I need a cup of midnight
Almost any day, almost anytime
You’re my fixation, close to constantly
Please contact me most seriously, fixation
One month without you, thinking ‘bout you always
Coming on countdown, 24 hours
I will have you here, no longer just a fantasy
I don’t have to visualize, I don’t have to wait
You’re my fixation, close to constantly
Please contact me mysteriously, fixation
It took me years to know what’s plain to see
What other lovers were supposed to be
I tiptoed in real slow
I was the last to know
Now we just overflow and it shows
And it shows
You’re my fixation, close to constantly
Please contact me most seriously, fixation
You’re my fixation, close to constantly
Please contact me mysteriously, fixation
(Gregor)
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5. |
Regular Job
04:34
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You were added to the human toll in May of ‘59
Number three son in a regimented family of nine
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Count your blocks and keep your place in line
And get a regular job, find a regular wife
Have a regular day, in your everyday life
You were enrolled in parochial school in September ‘63
Yes, I estimate we can count on him to amount to something fine
But salt and pepper loners never could quite fit in
What’s wrong with you? You’re falling way behind
To get a regular job, find a usual wife
Have a uniform day in your work-a-day life
Don’t rock the boat, repeat after me
Don’t rock the boat
Don’t make ripples on the water
(You can make you join and run the race, even make you win, but they can never make you happy about it)
You submitted to Safeco in June of ‘81
Ample fringe benefits, calculated retirement plan
Keep up with the . . , go grab your piece of (grab it fast)
I punch in in the morning, I punch out at night
I’ve found my job I’ve got my place this time
I’ve found a regular job, found a regular wife
I have a regular day, in my everyday life
Don’t rock the boat, repeat after me
Don’t rock the boat, don’t make ripples on the water
Lyrics by Gregor, music by Fenton, Gregor, Morlan and Morlan
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6. |
Stress
03:53
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So you’re finally coping with stress
You can never avoid all the stress
Starts in the morning when you’re late for work
it builds right into the night
But you can learn that there are danger signs
And you can learn that there are danger times
You better think about another way
Don’t let the tension go and ruin your day
Do minor problems throw you into a tither?
And are you feeling trapped right now?
Sometimes I try and hide it and sometimes I try and run from
Anxiety, it’s an ever constant moving world
It’s an always ever turning world
But don’t let it get you down
Destructive stress, trying hard to turn to distress
Trying hard to make it rough to rest
But you can turn it all around
Go burn it up
Let’s go and manufacture a crisis
I want some adrenaline
Manufacture a crisis
I need some adrenaline
So you’re finally coping with stress
You can never avoid all the stress
Add up the burdens and calculate strains till all you can feel is the pain
You better learn to see the danger signs
So you can ward off all the hazard times
You ought to try to ease some mental weight
I think you better lose some excess freight
Do minor problems throw you into a tither?
And are you feeling trapped right now
Sometimes I try to hide it and sometimes I try to run from
Anxiety, it’s an oscillating, weaving world
It’s an always drifting, winding world
But don’t let it get you down
Destructive stress, trying hard to turn to distress
Trying hard to make it tough to rest
You can turn it all around
So burn it up
(Gregor)
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7. |
Rational Town
04:04
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She walked crazed through the neon glow
If you can only keep this thing to yourself
She can dance right by and never notice you there
Nor hear a word that slips, see a wink that falls
She makes no plans, just glides on through
Night out on a rational town
I wanna be irrational, see irrational
Night out on a rational town
I wanna dance irrational
And the judge frowns so politely
You can almost hear him choke
He fancies himself on a health food kick
Cuz he drinks his coffee black, smokes light cigarettes
We gather here for different needs
Inland Empire to Emerald City, here we go
Inland Empire to Emerald City, here we go
They suddenly hit you or seemingly leap you
With more than frightening speed
An endless array of struggles for power
From the bottom of the heap to the top of the barrel
Just walk on by, check it at the door
Lyrics by Gregor, Music by Fenton, Gregor, Morlan and Morlan
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8. |
Mercy of the Moment
03:47
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Every day just seems a complication
Everything just seems a hassle today
Everything just seems a complication
Every way just seems a problem today
Up and down and sideways over, trying to sort the pieces out
What goes here and what goes there and what to keep and what to throw out
You’re not signing up, you’re just answering five simple questions
We’re at the mercy of the moment
I’m having trouble finding the focus
Can never seem to keep it clear
I just cannot stay aligned
I’m having problems staying in time
Here and there and halfway over
We’ve been through all this before
Let’s just throw away the façade
What is real and what’s ulterior
What do you mean, what do I think?
What do you think I think?
I mean you took my sanity level right up
to the statute of limitations
We’re at the mercy of the moment
Lyrics by Gregor, music by Fenton, Gregor, Morlan and Morlan
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9. |
Run
02:08
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Tension, frustration, you can’t even vanquish your nervous fatigue
Insomnia, aggravation destructing you
You want to feel sprite, brave this shifting age
Trade in your body, turn a new page
Run, you own your body the rest of your life
Go, my body does whatever I want
I dash on down to the corner
I scurry around the block
I take to my feet and run to the park
Faster, you need your body the rest of your life
Harder, you can re-wake whatever you want
I hustle across the green grass
I scamper right over the dirt
I’ll work the muscles and then I will rest
Run, you want your body the rest of your life
Farther, I’m going to seize this moment of life
I do what I want with my body
I’m going to demand even more
I Iike the feeling of being alive
Lyrics by Gregor, music by Fenton, Gregor, Morlan and Morlan
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10. |
Fallout Zone (live)
03:33
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You should know that when you play with fire
Someday you’re bound to get burned
I just want to stand in the fallout zone of your love
Our love, is pyrotechnic
Dangerous from the moment that I felt in contact I came
Your kiss, intense and burning
I get a special kind of heat that ain’t safe or sane
You should know that when you play with fire
Someday you’re bound to get burned
I just want to stand in the fallout zone of your love
Your eyes, they burn right through me
Your breath on the embers in me
Just heightens the flame
We touch, it feels like arson
And I get a dangerous kind of warmth
That ain’t safe or sane
You should know that when you play with fire
Someday you’re bound to get burned
I just want to stand in the fallout zone of your love
I’m in the fallout, I’m in the fallout zone
I’m in the fallout, I’m in the fallout zone
You should know
(Jan Gregor)
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11. |
Shock (live)
03:40
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I need a transfusion
Transfusion did not help
My heart is pounding crazy
My fever’s running high
Biochemistry starts to stumble
Blood pressure starts to rise and fall
Back and forth, back and forth
I’m swinging back and forth
Wilder and wilder, careening into chaos
Shock, I’m going into shock
I’m going into shock
I’m going into shock
(Jan Gregor)
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12. |
Next Exit Out (live)
02:39
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Instrumental
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Next Exit Seattle, Washington
In 1981 Sweet Madness ditched Spokane for Seattle and changed their name to Next
Exit.
The new lineup featured a more guitar-driven sound, with lead guitarist Greg Morlan replacing keyboardist John Robison.
For their first live show, they played at a Drive-In Movie Theater on the roof of the concession stand.
Static Cling was the first song they wrote with the new lineup.
... more
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