It ended the day, the day, the day, the day That I walked away, away, away, away I was pulling out my hair the day I got the deal Chemically calm, was I meant to feel Happy that my life was just about to change? One life pretending to be the cat who got the cream Oh everybody said “Marina is a dreamer” people like to tell you What you’re gonna be, It’s not my problem if you don’t see what I see And I do not give a damn if you don’t believe My problem, it’s my problem that I never am happy It’s my problem, it’s my problem, On how fast I will succeed Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life? High achiever don’t you see, Baby nothing comes for free They say I’m a control freak, Driven by a greed to succeed Nobody can stop me Cause it’s my problem if I want to pack up and run away It’s my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway It’s my problem, it’s my problem if I feel the need to hide And it’s my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die Are you satisfied with an average life Do I need to lie to make my way in life? Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life? Are you satisfied with an easy ride? Once you cross the line, Will you be satisfied? Sad inside in this life, unsatisfied, praying, Sad inside in this life...waiting... Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life? Are you satisfied with an easy ride? Once you cross the line, Will you be satisfied? Black white, black white, black white, black white Produced by Liam Howe for This Much Talent, Richard ‘Biff’ Stannard for 365 Artists / Biffco Productions and Ash Howes. Mixed by Ash Howes. Programming by Liam Howe. Additional Keys and Programming by Richard “Biff” Stannard and Ash Howes. Engineered by Richard Wilkinson. Assistant Engineer - Dougal Lott. Guitar by Luke Potashnick. String Arrangement by Lucy Shaw. Piano by Marina Diamandis. Violin by Alison Dods. Violin by Clina de la Mere. Viola by Rachel Robson. Cello by Chris Allan. Double Bass by Lucy Shaw. Bass, Mellotron, Synths by Liam Howe. Drums by Steve Durham. Recorded and Mixed at The Ivory Tower, Konk, London and Biffco Studios, Brighton.
Lay dagger dead inside a lonely bed Trying to hide the hole inside my head Watching the stars slide down to reach their end Cause sleep is not my friend Drinking shampain to forget yesterday Cause I remember the way, the way, the way
Drinking shampain Made by the angel who goes by the name Of Glittering Gabriel Drinking shampain Made of an angel’s tears and pain Now I feel celestial Elderly stars slide down the lonely sky Slipping away to find a place to die I wonder when the night will reach its end Cause sleep is not my friend Drinking shampain, meant for a wedding Toast to the bride, a fairytale ending Drinking shampain, a bottle to myself Savour the taste of fabricated wealth Drinking shampain Made by the angel who goes by the name Of Glittering Gabriel Drinking shampain Made of an angel’s tears and pain Now I feel celestial Celestial x 4 Chorus Produced by Pascal Gabriel and Liam Howe for This Much Talent. Additional Production & Mix by Richard ‘Biff’ Stannard for 365 Artists/Biffco Productions and Ash Howes. Programming by Liam Howe, Pascal Gabriel. Additional Keys and Programming by Richard ‘Biff’ Stannard and Ash Howes. Konk session Engineered by Richard Wilkinson. Assistant Engineer- Dougal Lott. Piano by Marina Diamandis. Drums by Steve Durham. Bass by Liam Howe. Electric Guitar by Liam Howe. Synths by Liam Howe, Pascal Gabriel. Additional Piano by Liam Howe. Recorded at The Ivory Tower and Konk Studios, London and Biffco Studios, Brighton.
You’ve been acting awful tough lately Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately But inside, you’re just a little baby It’s okay to say you’ve got a weak spot You don’t always have to be on top Better to be hated than loved, loved, loved for what you’re not You’re vulnerable, you’re vulnerable You are not a robot You’re loveable, so loveable But you’re just trouble Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot You’ve been hanging with the unloved kids Who you never really liked and you never trusted
But you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins Never committing to anything You don’t pick up the phone when it ring, ring, rings Don’t be so pathetic, just open up and sing I’m vulnerable, I’m vulnerable I am not a robot You’re loveable, so loveable But you’re just trouble Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot Can you teach me how to feel real? Can you turn my power off? And let the drum beat drop
Chorus I feel I’ve been riding in a fast car Burning dirty gas won’t get you that far I feel I’ve been riding up the wrong path But I’m gonna make sure I get the last laugh Chorus Wag your tails to the beat x 4 Produced by Pascal Gabriel and Liam Howe for This Much Talent. Mixed by Marina Diamandis and Pascal Gabriel at Studio ‘La Ruine’, Avignon, France. Programmed and Engineered by Pascal Gabriel. All Vocals by Marina Diamandis. All Instruments played by Pascal Gabriel and Liam Howe. Recorded at Studio Eleven, London, UK.
Guess what? I’m not a robot Guess what? I’m not a robot Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot (x4) Produced by Liam Howe for This Much Talent. Mixed by Liam Howe at The Ivory Tower. Programming by Liam Howe. Engineered by Richard Wilkinson. Assistant Engineer- Dougal Lott. String Arrangement by Lucy Shaw. Piano by Marina Diamandis. Glockenspiel by Marina Diamandis. Violins by Alison Dods, Clina de la Mere. Viola by Rachel Robson. Cello by Chris Allan. Double Bass by Lucy Shaw. Bass, Mellotron, Philicorda, Synths by Liam Howe. Drums by Steve Durham. Recorded at The Ivory Tower and Konk, London.
Look like a girl but I think like a guy Not ladylike to behave like a slime Easy to be sleazy when you’ve got a filthy mind You stick to your yogurts I’ll stick to my apple pie Girls are not meant to act dirty Never look a day past thirty Not gonna bend over and curtsy...for you Is there any possibility you’ll quit gossiping about me To hide your insecurities, all you say is ‘blah blah’ Girls they never befriend me Cause I fall asleep when they speak Of all the calories they eat All they say is “na na na na na” Girls oh girls, wag your tails to the beat Of girls aloud, oh the journos on heat Write such good stories Oh their mothers must be proud Making money off our insecurity and doubt Girls are not meant to act dirty Never look a day past thirty Not gonna bend over and curtsy for you
Cuckoo Ten silver spoons coming after me One life with one dream on repeat I’ll escape if I try hard enough ‘Till King of the Jungle calls my bluff Oh Lord I have been told That I must take the unforsaken road There’s a fork in the road I’ll do as I am told And I don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, don’t know Who I want to be Cuckoo You say Y-E-S to everything Will that guarantee you a win? Do you think you will be good enough To love others and to be loved? Oh Lord Now I can see The cutlery will keep on chasing me (forsaken road) There’s a fork in the road I’ll do as as I am told And I don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, don’t know Who I want to be We are the spoons, metal-ly mean We scooped our way into your dreams To knock the knives out bloody cold And lead you down the unforsaken road There’s a fork in the road I’ll do as as I am told And I don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, don’t know Who I want to be
Produced by Liam Howe for This Much Talent. Mixed by Liam Howe at the Ivory Tower. Programmed and Engineered by Liam Howe. Protools by Dougal Lott. Harpsichord by Alex MacKenzie. Drums by Alex MacKenzie. Spoons, Philicorda, Whistle, Glockenspiel, Bass and Acoustic Guitar by Liam Howe. Mechanical Monkey Raymond67 (Freesound Project). Human Monkey - Sandyrb (Freesound Project). Recorded at The Ivory Tower and Konk, London.
American dream is the American queen American queen is the American dream She is a polish girl in America Tall, tanned hot blonde called Anya I asked her “Why would you want to be a Hollywood wife?” “Because I don’t wanna end up living in a dive on Vine”
Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette Last night’s love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate tongue warm Won’t you quit your crying? I can’t sleep One minute I’m a little sweetheart And next minute you are an absolute creep We’ve got obsessions I want to wipe out all the sad ideas That come to me when I am holding you We’ve got obsessions All you ever think about are sick ideas Involving me, involving you Supermarket, oh what packet of crackers to pick? They’re all the same, one brand, one name, but really they’re not Look, look, just choose something quick People are staring, time ticker-quicking Cheeks are on fire; just choose something, something, something Pressure overwhelming Next minute I am turning out of the door Facing one week without food A day, a day when things are pretty bad But don’t let it make you feel sad, The crackers were probably bad luck anyway Can’t let your cold heart be free When you act like you’ve got an OCD We’ve got obsessions I want to erase every nasty thought That bugs me every day of every week We’ve got obsessions You never told me what it was that made you strong And what it was that made you weak.
Air hostesses doing gossip magazine crosswords On a flight to old L.A. 39 years old with a mile-high sheen Trying to stimulate a mind That is slowly starting to decay Hollywood infected your brain You wanted kissing in the rain Living in a movie scene Puking American dreams I’m obsessed with the mess that’s America I’m obsessed with the mess that’s America A fat security making plays for me soon as I touch down in old L.A. He says “OH MY GOD, YOU LOOK JUST LIKE SHAKIRA NO, NO! YOU’RE CATHERINE ZETA!” “Actually, my name’s Marina” Your mind is just like mine All filled up with things benign You’re looking for the golden light Chorus American dream is the American queen American dream is the American queen Produced and Mixed by Richard ‘Biff’ Stannard for 365 Artists/Biffco Productions and Ash Howes. Original production by Starsmith. All Instruments and Programming by Richard ‘Biff’ Stannard and Ash Howes. Drums by Richard ‘Biff’ Stannard. String Arrangements by Lucy Shaw and Stephen Large. Violin by Alison Dods and Neil Catchpole. Viola and Violin by Oli Langford. Cello by Anna Mowat and Double Bass by Lucy Shaw. Recorded and Mixed at Sarm Studio 2, London and Biffco Studios, Brighton.
That made you weak, weak, Made you weak, made you weak, made you... Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette Last night’s love affair is looking vulnerable again Produced by Liam Howe for This Much Talent. Engineered, Mixed and Programmed by Liam Howe. Piano by Marina Diamandis. Additional Piano by Alex MacKenzie. Drums by Alex MacKenzie. Harpsichord by Alex MacKenzie. Philicorda, Mellotron, Synths and Bass by Liam Howe. Mandolin by Alex MacKenzie. Recorded and Mixed at The Ivory Tower and Konk, London.
Feeling like a loser, Feeling like a bum Sitting on the outside, Observing the fun Don’t get on my bad side, I can work a gun Hop into the back seat baby, I’ll show you some fun These people are weird in here And they’re giving me the fear Just because you know my name Doesn't mean you know my game
I look myself in the face and whisper ‘I’m in the wrong place’ Is there more to lose than gain if I go on my own again On my own again, Inside the outsider On my own again, Inside the outsider On my own again, Inside the outsider On my own again, Inside People are connecting, don’t know what to say I’m good at protecting, what they want to take Spilt the milk at breakfast, hit me double-hard And I grinned at you softly, cos I’m a f**king wildcard These people are weird in here And they’re giving me the fear Just because you know my name Doesn’t mean you know my game I look myself in the face And whisper ‘I’m in the wrong place’ Is there more to lose than gain if I go on my own again? Chorus All I know is I can not pretend So I’m sitting on the outside again Chorus Inside, again, inside, again, inside, again, inside, again Produced by Liam Howe for This Much Talent and Marina Diamandis. Mixed by Liam Howe at The Ivory Tower. Engineering and Programming by Liam Howe. Piano by Marina Diamandis. Casio VL-Tone by Marina Diamandis. Synths by Liam Howe. Philicorda by Liam Howe. Jews Harp by Liam Howe. Santoor by Liam Howe. Recorded at The Ivory Tower. Thank you to Lexx for his additional production ideas.
Touched its technicolour hair I left it bruised and black and lame I left it running, full of shame Oh I’m a guilty one And they know what I have done Oh I’m a troubled one And I won’t be forgiven Guilty on the run and I know what I have done Guilty on the run and I’m never forgiven I was just a kid that you could not forgive because it’s harder I was just a kid and all I really wanted was my father Spent years singing to forget I spent years singing “no regret” Then suddenly it all becomes clear I’ve been sorry all these years I was just a kid that you could not forgive because it’s harder I was just a kid and all I really wanted was my father Guilty on the run and I know what I have done Guilty on the run and I’m never forgiven Produced and Mixed by Richard ‘Biff’ Stannard for 365 Artists/Biffco Productions and Ash Howes. All Instruments and Programming by Richard ‘Biff’ Stannard and Ash Howes. String Arrangements by Lucy Shaw and Stephen Large. Violin by Alison Dods and Neil Catchpole. Viola and Violin by Oli Langford. Cello by Anna Mowat and Double Bass by Lucy Shaw. Recorded and Mixed at Sarm Studio 2, London and Biffco Studios, Brighton.
Yeah I feel I'm watered down whenever he’s around I put on the crown of clowns and melt slowly to the ground Yeah I feel it coming on when I get static for too long And an explosion comes in time before I go and cross the line They say “you used to be so kind I never knew you had such a dirty mind”
I was dreaming something dark Hiding body parts A broken dog, a broken leg I left it cold, I left it dead Oh I’m a guilty one And they know what I have done Oh I’m a troubled one And I won’t be forgiven Guilty on the run and I know what I have done Guilty on the run and I’m never forgiven I was just a kid that you could not forgive because it’s harder I was just a kid and all I really wanted was my father Killed a dog so small and rare
(Well I) went to the doctor’s believing The devil had control over me and I was finding it hard to breathe and Finding it hard to fight the feeling When my heart just burst like a glass balloon I let it fly too high and it shattered too soon I was the wrong damn girl in the wrong damn room I broke my glass balloon, I let go of my glass balloon uh uh uh uh oh They call him hermit the frog, He’s looking for a dog Did you find your bitch in me? Oh you’re abominable socially You’re just a little bit too much like me
She said “She used to be so kind” Well, baby, I gave you your dirty mind (Well I) wanna tell you a secret You can take your double-standard love and keep it I can’t help the devil likes to make my heart a double bed And I can’t help that he sometimes likes to come and rest his little head
I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine I’m now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy Oh! oh no! oh no! oh no oh!
Chorus
I’m gonna live, I’m gonna fly I’m gonna fail, I’m gonna die I’m gonna live, I’m gonna fly I’m gonna fail, gonna die, die, die, die
Oh my heart just burst like a glass balloon We let them fly too high and they shatter too soon Are we the wrong damn people in the wrong damn room We broke our glass balloons, We let go of our glass balloons
I know exactly what I want and who I want be I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine I’m now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy Oh! oh no! oh no! oh no oh!
We broke our glass balloon, Let go of my glass balloon
Produced by Greg Kurstin for SK1 Productions. Mixed by Greg Kurstin. Keyboards, Guitars and Programming played and recorded by Greg Kurstin at Kingsize Soundlabs, Los Angeles.
Produced by Liam Howe for This Much Talent. Mixed by Liam Howe at The Ivory Tower. Additional Production ideas by Marina Diamandis. Programming by Liam Howe. Engineered by Richard Wilkinson. Assistant Engineer - Dougal Lott. String Arrangement by Lucy Shaw. Piano by Marina Diamandis, Stephen Large. Philicorda, Mellotron, Mandolin, Recorders by Liam Howe. Violins by Anna Phoebe, Rebekah Allan. Viola by Oli Langford. Cello by Chris Worsey. Double Bass by Lucy Shaw. Drums by David Westlake. Recorded at The Ivory Tower and Konk, London.
Don’t do love, Do do friends I’m only after success Don’t need a relationship I’ll never soften my grip Don’t want cash, dont want card Want it fast, want it hard Don’t need money, dont need fame I just want to make a change I just want to change x 5 I know exactly what I want and who I want to be I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine I’m now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy Oh! oh no! oh no! oh no oh! One track mind, One track heart If I fail I’ll fall apart, Maybe it is all a test Cause I feel like I’m the worst So I always act like I’m the best If you are not very careful Your possessions will possess you TV taught me how to feel Now real life has no appeal It has no appeal x 5 I know exactly what I want and who I want to be
Used to be a major scale But the melody went stale Musical cacophony let Insy winsy spider free You're a rich little boy Who's had to work for his toys You've got all sensibilities Of an upper class guy No I'm not your little slave No I don't twist and turn that way Only got bad things to say You're always asking what is up, up with me could never tell you what happened The day I turned seventeen The rise of a king and the fall of a queen Seventeen Seventeen Oh you were embarrassed of me Because I used my tongue freely Bet you wish I couldn't speak 'Cause when I do you know I tell you why you appear weak You wanna hassle free life Go get your upper class wife She's got all personality of a lemon That has been truly sucked dry You teach me how to behave I felt you question the way I was brought up as a baby Well you don't know f**k about my family
Chorus The rise of a king, the fall of a queen Never felt like a princess I used to kill myself in this dress That it was just how things were meant to be Oh seventeen Seventeen Produced and Recorded by Liam Howe. Mixed by Liam Howe. Engineered by Richard Wilkinson. String Arrangement by Lucy Shaw. Violin by Alison Dods and Calina de la Mere. Viola by Rachel Robson. Cello by Chris Allan. Double Bass by Lucy Shaw. Drums by Steve Durham. Bouzouki by Chrysostomos Tornari. Vocals by Marina Diamondis. Keyboard by Marina Diamondis. All other Instruments by Liam Howe.
One track mind like a gold fish Stuck inside my petri-dish I can’t breathe and I can’t smile This better be worth my while I feel numb most of the time Lower the get, the higher I’ll climb And I will wonder why I got dark only to shine Shine, looking for the golden light Oh it’s a reasonable sacrifice Burn, burn, burn bright Forgo family, forgo friends It's how it started, how it ends I can’t open up and cry Cause I’ve been silent all my life I feel numb most of the time Lower the get, the higher I’ll climb And I will wonder why I got dark only to shine Shine, looking for the golden light Oh it’s a reasonable sacrifice Burn, burn, burn bright I get dark and I’m in hell, I need a friend but I can’t yell I’m no good to anyone Cause all I care about is being number one Chorus I feel numb most of the time Lower the get, the higher I’ll climb And I will wonder why I got dark only to shine And I’ll light up the sky, Stars that burn the brightest Fall so fast and pass you by, Cough like empty lighters
Produced by Liam Howe for This Much Talent. Mixed by Liam Howe at The Ivory Tower. Programming by Liam Howe. Engineered by Richard Wilkinson. Assistant Engineer - Dougal Lott. String Arrangement by Lucy Shaw. Piano by Marina Diamandis, Stephen Large. Organ by Marina Diamandis. Hammond by Stephen Large. Philicorda, Mellotron, Mandolin, Recorders by Liam Howe. Violins by Anna Phoebe, Rebekah Allan. Viola by Oli Langford. Cello by Chris Worsey. Double Bass by Lucy Shaw. Recorded at The Ivory Tower and Konk, London. All lyrics reprinted by permission. All Rights Reserved. All tracks written by Marina Diamandis. Published by Warner Chappell Music Publishing Ltd. Except ‘Shampain’, ‘Girls’ and ‘Rootless’ written by Marina Diamandis, Liam Howe and Pascal Gabriel. Published by Warner Chappell Music Publishing Ltd/Sony ATV/Warner Chappell Music Publishing Ltd. ’Mowgli’s Road’ additional writing by Liam Howe. Published by Warner Chappell Music Publishing Ltd/Sony ATV. ‘Oh No!’ written by Marina Diamandis and Greg Kurstin. Published by Warner Chappell Music Publishing Ltd/Kurstin Music (ASCAP), EMI April Music, Inc. ‘Guilty’ written by Marina Diamandis, Richard Stannard, Ash Howes. Published by Warner Chappell Music Publishing Ltd/Sony/ATV Music Publishing Limited/Copyright Control. All tracks mastered by Guy Davie at Electric Mastering, London, except Oh No! mastered by Dave Turner at 360 Mastering, London. Sleeve art by Mat Maitland at Big Active. Portraits by Rankin. Management by Derek MacKillop for Wallace Productions.
Thank you to Mum, Lafina and Yiayia - for supporting me unconditionally. Nick Worthington and Mike Sault for taking a risk, Dan Stacey, Sam Stubbings, Kieran Jay, Alex Bean, Kat Simons, Alan Parks, Neon Gold Records, Briana Dougherty, Flash Taylor, Rankin, Mat Maitland, Karen and Holly at Radar Maker and everybody at Atlantic/Warner Records for the care and work they put in to the project. Derek MacKillop, my manager for never taking no for an answer! You have been fantastic all the way. I look forward to many more years of us working together. Greg Kurstin & the Brite Crawler Worms, Andrew Luftman for his love and support from early on, Jennifer Ivory- so lucky to have you, Gaby Cawthorne for providing fun & laughter on promo! Christian Tattersfield, John Reid, Max Lousada, Katie Crisp, Deirdre Moran, Phil Youngman, Damian Christian, Craig Kallman, Julie Greenwald, Livia Tortella, Alex Patsavas, Chris Stang, Brandon Frankel, Scotty Brothman, Christina Kotsamanidis and everyone else who put in the legwork at Atlantic US, Chop Shop and Warner International. Liam Howe for his patience, imagination and toilet-humour, Pascal for the trips to the Chateau, Biffy and Honey The Dog for being pop geniuses and all round wonderful beings (WOOF!) Derek Davies at Neon Gold Records - I’m honoured to have you as a friend. I’m gonna perform on that World Stage one day. (Mouseyyyyyy, mouseyyy!!! (YM) ) To Cara Dattani, Tom Penn - for coming to all the dive gigs in dive bars. I would like to dedicate this album to my father, Demos Diamandis. I give thanks to you and Mum for being an inspiration to us all. Marina x
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