Laura Marling

Saturday 03 September, 2011 at 7:59 am

If you happened to watch the MTV Music Video Awards a few days ago, you should agree with the following statement: Music awards have become a sad joke and the people who are honored there for their “art” can be referred to as “artists” in the same way a chimp somebody put a crown on could be referred to as king. The last Brit Awards ceremony that was held a few months ago was no different- honoring the usual talentless/tasteless suspects. But then something unexpected happened: someone talented actually won an award. Her name is Laura Marling and My Manic And I explains why she deserves it (hint: depth, sincerity, originality).

My Manic And I

Music Video

Lyrics

He wants to die in a lake in Geneva,
The mountains can cover the shape of his nose.
He wants to die where nobody can see him,
But the beauty of his death will carry on so
I don’t believe him

He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him
And sometimes we’re scorned and sometimes I believe him.
And sometimes I’m convinced my friends think I am crazy,
Get scared and call him but he’s usually hazy

At one in the morning the day is not ended
By two he is scared that sleep is no friend.
And by four he will drink but he cannot feel it,
Sleep will not come because sleep does not will it
And I don’t believe him
Morning is mocking me

I’ll wander the streets avoiding them eats
Til’ the ring on my finger slips to the ground
A gift to the gutter, a gift to the city
The veins of which have broken me down.
And I don’t believe him,
Morning is mocking me

Oh the gods that he believes never fail to amaze me
He believes in the love of his god of all things,
But I find him wrapped up in all manner of sins
The drugs that deceive him and the girls that believe him
I can’t control you, I don’t know you well
These are the reasons I think that you’re ill.
I can’t control you, I don’t know you well
These are the reasons I think that you’re ill.

And since last that we parted, since last that I saw him
Down by a river silent and hardened
Morning was mocking us, blood hit the sky.
I was just happy my manic and I
He couldn’t see me the sun was in his eyes
And birds were singing to calm us down
And birds were singing to calm us down

And I’m sorry young man I cannot be your friend
I don’t believe in a fairy tale end
I don’t keep my head up all of the time
I find it dull when my heart meets my mind.
And I hardly know you I think I can tell
These are the reasons I think that we’re ill
I hardly know you I think I can tell
These are the reasons I think that I’m ill
And the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me
The gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me
My nihilist, my happy man, my manic and I
Have no plans to move on
The birds are singing to calm us down
And birds are singing to calm us down

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http://www.lauramarling.com/