Marika Louise Hackman (born 1992) is an English vocalist, multi-instrumenta… Read Full Bio ↴Marika Louise Hackman (born 1992) is an English vocalist, multi-instrumentalist and songwriter.
She was born in Hampshire and has lived in Devon, Brighton and London. She is of Finnish descent.
Hackman went to Bedales School where she met Cara Delevingne. Together they formed a short-lived band where Hackman played drums and Delevingne played guitar and sang.
Johnny Flynn also studied at the same school and knew and appreciated Hackman's music. He was instrumental in getting her first record deal with Transgressive and produced her debut single.
In 2013 she toured Australia and Europe as an opening act for Laura Marling
She was born in Hampshire and has lived in Devon, Brighton and London. She is of Finnish descent.
Hackman went to Bedales School where she met Cara Delevingne. Together they formed a short-lived band where Hackman played drums and Delevingne played guitar and sang.
Johnny Flynn also studied at the same school and knew and appreciated Hackman's music. He was instrumental in getting her first record deal with Transgressive and produced her debut single.
In 2013 she toured Australia and Europe as an opening act for Laura Marling
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Marika Hackman Lyrics
Ghost town, walk among the zombies
Faced down, their eyes are never on me
Backs up to the wall
Plugged into a pocket
Sigh, might as well just die
I could try to emulate the brain-dead
But I get sick and tired of the radio
Buzzing like a hornet in the playpen
I'll unplug, feel my head, feel alright
Goddamn, set yourself on fire
Strong crowd to walk you to the pyre
Don't be who you are, they'd rather see your riot
Son, I don't like my mind
I would like to medicate the brain-dead
But I get sick and tired in the waiting room
Keep me so unwell that I'm your best friend
Nice and quiet, we'll behave, I'm alright
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah
Faced down, their eyes are never on me
Backs up to the wall
Plugged into a pocket
Sigh, might as well just die
I could try to emulate the brain-dead
But I get sick and tired of the radio
Buzzing like a hornet in the playpen
I'll unplug, feel my head, feel alright
Goddamn, set yourself on fire
Strong crowd to walk you to the pyre
Don't be who you are, they'd rather see your riot
Son, I don't like my mind
I would like to medicate the brain-dead
But I get sick and tired in the waiting room
Keep me so unwell that I'm your best friend
Nice and quiet, we'll behave, I'm alright
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MARIKA LOUISE HACKMAN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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K Rift
Ghost town, walk among the zombies
Faced down, their eyes are never on me
Backs up to the wall
Plugged into a pocket
Sigh, might as well just die
I could try to emulate the brain-dead
But I get sick and tired of the radio
Buzzing like a hornet in the playpen
I’ll unplug, feel my head, feel alright
Goddamn, set yourself on fire
Strong crowd to walk you to the pyre
Don’t be who you are, they’d rather see your riot
Son, I don’t like my mind
I would like to medicate the brain-dead
But I get sick and tired in the waiting room
Keep me so unwell that I’m your best friend
Nice and quiet, we’ll behave, I’m alright
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah
quin e
this is my formal request to be featured on the next album just screaming in the background (((I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH)))))
Tim Me
this song is insanely beautiful. what a special and unique vibe, musically and lyrically on the spot, this is a wonderful artist
Convenient Curse
Truly underrated
Giordano Cauli
I've met her some days ago before alt j concert in Prague, what a discovery! She's amazing
K Rift
Ghost town, walk among the zombies
Faced down, their eyes are never on me
Backs up to the wall
Plugged into a pocket
Sigh, might as well just die
I could try to emulate the brain-dead
But I get sick and tired of the radio
Buzzing like a hornet in the playpen
I’ll unplug, feel my head, feel alright
Goddamn, set yourself on fire
Strong crowd to walk you to the pyre
Don’t be who you are, they’d rather see your riot
Son, I don’t like my mind
I would like to medicate the brain-dead
But I get sick and tired in the waiting room
Keep me so unwell that I’m your best friend
Nice and quiet, we’ll behave, I’m alright
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah
K Rift
LOVE THIS!!
fatchickinla
I dig it. Great song.
sagacious rage of 1993 babies
I'm in love.
Dario Crucil
uffffffffffff <3
honorata dziwisz
oh gosh