We’ll let you be the judge. Is the new Miranda Lambert song country? Or pop? Or rock? Or something in between? Or a combination of all of the above?
Now that the whole song — about a possibly unhealthy relationship where her mind is a hotel room and he has the keys — was released Friday (Aug. 9) just after midnight, you can get a feel for how country it is or isn’t.
And Lambert admitted in an early-morning tweet, “#MessWithMyHead is a departure from anything I’ve done. It has a real rock edge. Part of it comes from my cowriters, @LukeDick & @NatalieHemby, and part of it comes from spending time in NYC. Being there has put a new energy into my music/writing.”
Lambert and her husband, native New Yorker Brendan McLoughlin, seem to be splitting their time between Nashville, Texas and New York City.
Listen here.
#MessWithMyHead is a departure from anything I’ve done. It has a real rock edge. Part of it comes from my cowriters, @LukeDick & @NatalieHemby, and part of it comes from spending time in NYC. Being there has put a new energy into my music/writing.
Listen: https://t.co/ub2RY9S3Pr pic.twitter.com/hGw0h5MZJq— Miranda Lambert (@mirandalambert) August 9, 2019
“Mess with My Head” Lyrics:
I had the place looking nice and neat
Two feather pillows with expensive sheets
Sitting so pretty on my velvet couch
Before you came around
You treat my mind like a hotel room
And I know why I gave the keys to you
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
Maybe it’s wrong but it feels right to me
Reveling in reverse psychology
You complicate it with your lying lips
I’m waiting on a kiss
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my bed
Waking up to a wreck with blue jeans on the floor
If it ain’t love then I like it better than before
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my
You treat my mind like a hotel room
And I know why I gave the keys to you
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my bed
Waking up to a wreck with blue jeans on the floor
If it ain’t love then I like it better than before
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my head