It ended the day, the day, the day, the day

That I walked away, away, away, away

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
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
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.
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 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
Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life?
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
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?
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.
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
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
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
But you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins
Never committing to anything
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
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
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.
Chorus
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
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.
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
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
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
Ill 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
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?
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
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
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.
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
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...
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.
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 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, 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
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
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.
I was dreaming something dark
Hiding body parts
A broken dog, a broken leg
I left it cold, I left it dead
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
Yeah I feel I'm watered down whenever hes 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
(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
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
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
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 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 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.
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 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.
Dont do love, Do do friends
Im only after success
Dont need a relationship
Ill never soften my grip
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
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
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!
Im gonna live, Im gonna fly
Im gonna fail, Im gonna die
Im gonna live, Im gonna fly
Im gonna fail, gonna die, die, die, die
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
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
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.
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 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
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
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
And Ill light up the sky, Stars that burn the brightest
Fall so fast and pass you by, Cough like empty lighters
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. 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.
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) )
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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