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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

It ended the day, the day, the day, the day That I walked away, away, away, away

What youre gonna be, Its not my problem if you dont see what I see And I do not give a damn if you dont believe My problem, its my problem that I never am happy Its my problem, its my problem, On how fast I will succeed High achiever dont you see, Baby nothing comes for free They say Im a control freak, Driven by a greed to succeed Nobody can stop me

Drinking shampain Made by the angel who goes by the name Of Glittering Gabriel Drinking shampain Made of an angels 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

Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life?

Cause its my problem if I want to pack up and run away Its my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway Its my problem, its my problem if I feel the need to hide And its 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? 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?

Drinking shampain Made by the angel who goes by the name Of Glittering Gabriel Drinking shampain Made of an angels tears and pain Now I feel celestial Celestial x 4 Chorus

Sad inside in this life, unsatisfied, praying, Sad inside in this life...waiting...

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.

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.

Youve been acting awful tough lately Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately But inside, youre just a little baby Its okay to say youve got a weak spot You dont always have to be on top Better to be hated than loved, loved, loved for what youre not Youre vulnerable, youre vulnerable You are not a robot Youre loveable, so loveable But youre just trouble

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

Guess what? Im not a robot, a robot Guess what? Im not a robot, a robot

Youve 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

Chorus

You dont pick up the phone when it ring, ring, rings Dont be so pathetic, just open up and sing Im vulnerable, Im vulnerable I am not a robot Youre loveable, so loveable But youre just trouble

I feel Ive been riding in a fast car Burning dirty gas wont get you that far I feel Ive been riding up the wrong path But Im gonna make sure I get the last laugh Chorus Wag your tails to the beat x 4

Guess what? Im not a robot, a robot Guess what? Im 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 Guess what? Im not a robot Guess what? Im not a robot

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? Im 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.

Cuckoo

Ten silver spoons coming after me One life with one dream on repeat Ill escape if I try hard enough Till King of the Jungle calls my bluff

Look like a girl but I think like a guy Not ladylike to behave like a slime Easy to be sleazy when youve got a filthy mind You stick to your yogurts Ill 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

Oh Lord I have been told That I must take the unforsaken road Theres a fork in the road Ill do as I am told And I dont know, dont know, dont know, dont 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?

Is there any possibility youll 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

Oh Lord Now I can see The cutlery will keep on chasing me (forsaken road) Theres a fork in the road Ill do as as I am told

And I dont know, dont know, dont know, dont 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

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

Theres a fork in the road Ill do as as I am told And I dont know, dont know, dont know, dont 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 dont wanna end up living in a dive on Vine 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 Im obsessed with the mess thats America Im obsessed with the mess thats America

Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette Last nights love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate tongue warm Wont you quit your crying? I cant sleep One minute Im a little sweetheart And next minute you are an absolute creep Weve got obsessions I want to wipe out all the sad ideas That come to me when I am holding you Weve got obsessions All you ever think about are sick ideas Involving me, involving you

Supermarket, oh what packet of crackers to pick? Theyre all the same, one brand, one name, but really theyre 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 dont let it make you feel sad, The crackers were probably bad luck anyway Cant let your cold heart be free When you act like youve got an OCD Weve got obsessions I want to erase every nasty thought That bugs me every day of every week Weve got obsessions You never told me what it was that made you strong And what it was that made you weak. That made you weak, weak, Made you weak, made you weak, made you...

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! YOURE CATHERINE ZETA! Actually, my names Marina Your mind is just like mine All filled up with things benign Youre 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.

Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette Last nights 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 Dont get on my bad side, I can work a gun Hop into the back seat baby, Ill show you some fun These people are weird in here And theyre 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 Im in the wrong place Is there more to lose than gain if I go on my own again On On On On my my my my own own own own again, again, again, again, Inside the outsider Inside the outsider Inside the outsider Inside

Touched its technicolour hair I left it bruised and black and lame I left it running, full of shame Oh Im a guilty one And they know what I have done Oh Im a troubled one And I wont be forgiven

People are connecting, dont know what to say Im good at protecting, what they want to take Spilt the milk at breakfast, hit me double-hard And I grinned at you softly, cos Im a f**king wildcard These people are weird in here And theyre giving me the fear Just because you know my name Doesnt mean you know my game

Guilty on the run and I know what I have done Guilty on the run and Im never forgiven I was just a kid that you could not forgive because its 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 Ive been sorry all these years

I look myself in the face And whisper Im 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 Im sitting on the outside again Chorus Inside, again, inside, again, inside, again, inside, again

I was just a kid that you could not forgive because its 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 Im never forgiven

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.

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 hes around I put on the crown of clowns and melt slowly to the ground

I was dreaming something dark Hiding body parts A broken dog, a broken leg I left it cold, I left it dead

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 (Well I) went to the doctors believing The devil had control over me and I was finding it hard to breathe and Finding it hard to fight the feeling

Oh Im a guilty one And they know what I have done Oh Im a troubled one And I wont be forgiven

Guilty on the run and I know what I have done Guilty on the run and Im never forgiven I was just a kid that you could not forgive because its harder I was just a kid and all I really wanted was my father Killed a dog so small and rare

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, Hes looking for a dog Did you find your bitch in me? Oh youre abominable socially Youre just a little bit too much like me

She said She used to be so kind Well, baby, I gave you your dirty mind

I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine Im now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy Oh! oh no! oh no! oh no oh! Im Im Im Im gonna gonna gonna gonna live, Im gonna fly fail, Im gonna die live, Im gonna fly fail, gonna die, die, die, die

(Well I) wanna tell you a secret You can take your double-standard love and keep it I cant help the devil likes to make my heart a double bed And I cant help that he sometimes likes to come and rest his little head Chorus 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 We broke our glass balloon, Let go of my glass balloon 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.

I know exactly what I want and who I want be I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine Im now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy Oh! oh no! oh no! oh no oh!

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.

Used to be a major scale But the melody went stale Musical cacophony let Insy winsy spider free

Dont do love, Do do friends Im only after success Dont need a relationship Ill never soften my grip

You're a rich little boy Who's had to work for his toys You've got all sensibilities Of an upper class guy

Dont want cash, dont want card Want it fast, want it hard Dont need money, dont need fame I just want to make a change I just want to change x 5

No I'm not your little slave No I don't twist and turn that way Only got bad things to say

I know exactly what I want and who I want to be I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine Im now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy Oh! oh no! oh no! oh no oh! One track mind, One track heart If I fail Ill fall apart, Maybe it is all a test Cause I feel like Im the worst So I always act like Im 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

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

I know exactly what I want and who I want to be

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 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.

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 cant breathe and I cant smile This better be worth my while

I feel numb most of the time Lower the get, the higher Ill climb And I will wonder why I got dark only to shine Shine, looking for the golden light Oh its a reasonable sacrifice Burn, burn, burn bright Forgo family, forgo friends It's how it started, how it ends I cant open up and cry Cause Ive been silent all my life

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. Mowglis 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.

I feel numb most of the time Lower the get, the higher Ill climb And I will wonder why I got dark only to shine Shine, looking for the golden light Oh its a reasonable sacrifice Burn, burn, burn bright

I get dark and Im in hell, I need a friend but I cant yell Im no good to anyone Cause all I care about is being number one Chorus

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 - Im honoured to have you as a friend. Im gonna perform on that World Stage one day. (Mouseyyyyyy, mouseyyy!!! (YM) )

I feel numb most of the time Lower the get, the higher Ill climb And I will wonder why I got dark only to shine

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

And Ill light up the sky, Stars that burn the brightest Fall so fast and pass you by, Cough like empty lighters

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