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• Artiste: Rodney Crowell
• Titre: I'm A Mess
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Once in a while, I can feel the whole world spinning. My hair twist in the wind. I can't find the brake. The clock on the dashboard is coiled like a snake. There's years flying by me and a wide open cliff, On wheels made of lightning, just barely a blip If there's room at the top for a loser, look out. The radio's blasting a mean twist and shout. I'm a mess. At times like these a man should take a blind-fold and smoke. Take a walk Take a drive Take a kneel Take a dive Take a month Take a year Take a hike Disappear Take it on faith - whatever you get. You just close your eyes, it won't hurt a bit. The firing squad's gathered, the capitan grins. All the change in my pocket won't pay for my sins. I'm a mess. When I woke up, they'd strapped me in an MRI. Black dye in my veins, head Velcroed down Foam happy slippers and a blue paper grown The banging went on for an hour or more. Then they slipped me out like a boat onto shore. The technician with coffee was sporting a smile That said - God gave me wisdom, but the devil's got style I'm a mess. Nothing less I confess I'm a mess Now I live in NY, the Babylon of Neon Fire The rats on the third rail is smoking like char The thunder storm hits and I flag down a car On the screen in Times Square I look like a wreck And we lunge out of traffic tricking down through the spec The hooded girl turns and says 'look at who's alive' I say - Boy, you can't scare me, just shut up and drive! I'm a mess Oh God yes, I confess I'm a mess I'm a mess.