Marina live on Instagram 10th April 2020 Marina sings Froot and To Be Human and does a little Q&A at the end! Follow me on Instagram and Twitter: @MarinaAlerts
Saaame. Almost everyone I know says she’s got annoying and weird voice and annoying manner she uses idk what they mean by that is that the accent or what but they just don’t get it
M: darling, the way you qualify and quantify units of cuteness, using your own proprietary blend of metrics and not kowtowing to unauthorised arbitrators, is truly remarkable and magical at the same time. R: ya huh.
This video is a treasure! Her talent is overflowing, so relieved the manufactured route didn't work out, imagine all that raw emotion scraped away to make it palatable for the masses; we would have been deprived of something and someone so unique. Does she even know how special she is? A quick tutorial on the piano displays more talent than most of the industry could dream to possess, but she can't be captured. I was never a huge fan of Froot but hearing it straight from her changed the meaning of it for me.
Poem. Sent. The love I sent out for decades into the universe, is returning back to me. Not as it was, but newer and far more refreshing. I feel loved, wanted and needed. Yes, my neurological weirdness is loved.
The way she writes songs reminds me of Freddie Mercury and Queen. I often say that a digital artist is not often as good as an old master who didn't use color theory. Color theory boosts you to professional level, but it can't make you a master. Limited color palette is like a limited chord scheme. Amazing. Madonna writes like her, or used to, according to an interview I read.
M: darling, the way you can do forensic analysis of the ruins of antiquity, with microscopic precision and then see all the new civilizations emerge from the ruins, is nothing less than pure brilliance and it leaves me breathless. Not with anxiety, but our pure wonder.
M: darling, people will love you for your looks, resources or to attach their name to yours. But, someone who can love your weird side, that is truly special.
Poem. Thread. In the beauty of a well made and tailored garment, it may be difficult to see every thread and every seam, due the bedazzlement of its glory. Yet, it was each thread and each seam, that time and space, was needed to keep its threads properly woven. At, the hands of a skilled craftsman, who's name we may never know, but only see the handywork of his life.
Poem. Inside the Lines. I can't colour inside the lines. I can't walk the line, without busting into dance move. I listen to the most odd music and love them, no less, than the cheery ones.
Poem. When. When you see all the potential and possibilities and love in a person, when they don't act on it; or, the growth is at a snails pace, we must learn to accept their human flaws and weakness. This too is love.
Poem. Ni. When you are trapped in the gaze of universal love, your expansion is imminent. This is the comic dust that builds, poets, philosophers, scientists, artists, musicians and brilliant lovers.
Poem. Orbit. To minimize the push and pull of love's intensity. Orbiting around your tf, can reduce anxiety and uncertainty. Producing serotonin(calming effect) and avoiding too much dopamine(dopamine has its purpose, but that is another story). Our bodies store energy and release energy, whether it is positive or negatve.
M: darling, the way you can articulate your inner world, with all its vibrant hues and colourful language, distinguishes you as a cut above the rest. This core sense of self leaves me befuddled how you pull off this dramatic flair with a low cost budget education, packed with tons of learning nodules. R: hey, me too.
M: darling, the way you ice over an emotionally turbulent situation, and then gracefully glide over it like a professional ice skater is truly a sight to behold. The absolute finesse, of your intuitive abilities, is like a gymnist on the rings, going for the gold and a perfect score. R: ya huh.
M: darling, the way you understand things with out being told, is truly remarkable. It is like your software is continuously being upgraded, and your inner radar doesn't miss a beat. I must say, I am a happy recepient of this radar love. R: hey, me too.
M: darling, your docuseries on the cognitive processes and how to human in an alien world, using your proprietary blend of emojis and emos as a working flow chart, with quality control measures, for unquatifiable variables, is truly a work of art. And, you make the soup guy artist look so banal. R: ya huh.
Poem. Snake Bit. When you been snake bit, too many times, you become immune to the shxt. Then your power kicks in, and all the facades get pulled down. You become, Unstoppable.
M: darling, the way you keep prying eyes from accessing your proprietary blend of human and non-human metrics, it a true work of art, in stealth mode. R: ya huh.
M: darling, you have been a back bencher for so long, you know no other way. But, you have managed to make others shine like golden stars. But, truth is, you are more like a heaven, that holds his precious stars, next to his heart. Your loving heart is so self-soothing.
M: darling, you have moved up a level, as you can now speak through both the ying and the yang, with a new clarity. I truly admire your new growth and how you are branching out into new areas of knowledge and understanding. The fact that you keep confidence in our telepathic connection, were many whispers and secrets are shared, put you in a heighten state of existence. Let the naysayers mock you, whilst we enjoy the full benefits of our fruitful endeavours. R: okay.
Poem. Wild Mustang. Is a sentinel of love, who guards his heart, like a mythical dragon, guarding his treasure. But, his heart becomes dove like, to the rider he allows.
Poem. Sojouners. Like two lost souls in a hot desert, we looked for some water to drink and a place with shade. But, we found an oasis in each other and we stop charming mirages.
Poem. Understanding. He who understands, gains clariuty and sees past the noise. His omniessence and omnipresences slowly grows, to new breath taking heights, leaving the huddled masses to fend for themselves.
M: darling, it is not just the storyline or narrative. It is the sub-text, foot-notes, bullet points, thumb nails and illustration, that bring forth the fullsomeness, on any encounter, we may encounter. R: ya huh.
Poem. Fables. It started out as a fable or a myth, until is was chisled in marble. The stories we tell our self, become immortalised, for better or worse.
Poem. Introversion. I can turn this introvert into the most fantastical extrovert, you have ever seen. But, why should I, you have given me a million reasons, not to.
M: darling, I won't lie. I have been stealing from your energetic flow pattern. It is just so dynamic and it feels wonderful to be in this flow state. You are like a nuclear power plant. R: oh, my!
i need internet friends that love marina tbh lol
me too u_u
same.
Preach.-.
me too omfg. dm me @/gabsesh on insta 😌
Saaame. Almost everyone I know says she’s got annoying and weird voice and annoying manner she uses idk what they mean by that is that the accent or what but they just don’t get it
Ok she gave the gays everything we wanted
Yes
Marina just can't get rid of you, can she?
Yes
@@zzzzzzzz3454 Plot twist: Its Marinas alt account
@@hamptoonythecat2171 i dont think marina is glad about the content he makes tho its just disturbing and disrespectful
THE FROOT DEMO IS SO HEAVENLY OM G
I hear a slight glimpse of Miss Y in it
M: darling, the way you qualify and quantify units of cuteness, using your own proprietary blend of metrics and not kowtowing to unauthorised arbitrators, is truly remarkable and magical at the same time. R: ya huh.
15:53 - I can't show you the title... *instantly shows title*
What is the title please?
@@so7iane88 i saw jack something but idk
@@so7iane88 Pink Convertible
@@laura_m. thank you
Apparently this song will be released this Friday!!
3:54 FROOT
18:24 TO BE HUMAN
If Marina ever leaves the music industry to be a music teacher. I will definitely join her class #senseirealness
samee omggg
me
Sameee
Your a lovely woman and you write songs that make me think. You will always have a place in my heart.
This video is a treasure! Her talent is overflowing, so relieved the manufactured route didn't work out, imagine all that raw emotion scraped away to make it palatable for the masses; we would have been deprived of something and someone so unique. Does she even know how special she is? A quick tutorial on the piano displays more talent than most of the industry could dream to possess, but she can't be captured. I was never a huge fan of Froot but hearing it straight from her changed the meaning of it for me.
My life was made when she answered my question at 38:28 about her car :)
Omgggg you're so lucky
If this was a show. I'd watch every single second of it... MARINA, GIVE US MORE!
Poem. Passion vs. Love. Passion is something we love doing. Love gives us a sense of wellbeing. Finding unity in each, can produce good results.
I'm literally obsessed with this gorgeous woman😊 Like bruh she never fails to make my heart flutter and her music is moi Bueno
@Jay Dee holy crap yes!!!!!
tHe nAme oF thE pr0grAm Is❗L0GIC❗
43:40 "are u on drugs? no"
Poem. Footprints. As I saw my footprints washed out to sea, I also saw the footprints on my soul, that left a lasting impresion.
10:46 OMG TRIBAL - FROOT DEMO IS AMAZING
Why is she always talking about the EXACT things im interested in ? Its such a blessing wtf
she's marina she can read minds
like do you hear these bird sounds in the background? she literally is from heaven and she is a goddess. PROVED.
Poem. Sent. The love I sent out for decades into the universe, is returning back to me. Not as it was, but newer and far more refreshing. I feel loved, wanted and needed. Yes, my neurological weirdness is loved.
Marina playing froot's demo is the reassurance I needed in 2020. I'm legitimately crying
She is truly unique and perfect in her own quirky way. Never stop doing you, MARINA!
It was beautiful, his piano songs and the demo of FROOT 🍇 was glorious
his?
Poem. Wild Mustang. Taming the best part of us, is child's play. Taming the worst part of us, is true mastery.
The way she writes songs reminds me of Freddie Mercury and Queen. I often say that a digital artist is not often as good as an old master who didn't use color theory. Color theory boosts you to professional level, but it can't make you a master. Limited color palette is like a limited chord scheme. Amazing. Madonna writes like her, or used to, according to an interview I read.
she is so fudging pretty dear lord😭😭😭
Ugh I missed it bc I'm a nurse and I had to work but I'm glad its here 🤗 I love her!!!
M: darling, the way you can do forensic analysis of the ruins of antiquity, with microscopic precision and then see all the new civilizations emerge from the ruins, is nothing less than pure brilliance and it leaves me breathless. Not with anxiety, but our pure wonder.
The new song she played a snippet of sounds really good. I can imagine listening to it while I go to sleep.💙💛
sameeee omg
It will be available on January 7, 2022, off her deluxe edition of the album "Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land".
Her voice is heavenly ☁
Who could possibly dislike this? 😳 omg Mavis is adorable!!!
mavis?
@@cole7942 mavis is one of marina's cats I think
M: darling, people will love you for your looks, resources or to attach their name to yours. But, someone who can love your weird side, that is truly special.
thanks for posting this, i don’t have insta and i really wanted to see this! :D
Same... Why do us non-Insta people always get the short end of the stick?? 😭
@@-liquorliquorlips6850 I don't know 😭
I love Marina a lot
We have no choice but to stan this beautiful soul 💖
Sigma Empath 101. Like good quality music, that resonate with their soul. Also, quality literature is a big favourite.
We need that apocalyptic tiki summoning Froot version PLEASE 💛
Thank you for this incredible HQ (and without the comments thanks god) video, bless you
I can't get over the cat t-shirt, i love it
Poem. Beauty. Sometimes love is a beautiful dream. Sometimes, love is incorporated, into the beauty of the heart.
Love her t shirt 😍😺😻
Can't wait to hear the new record!
hey, how did you get this without the comments??
Thank u for sharing!!! And please never delete this haha 🙏🙏🙏
Poem. Thread. In the beauty of a well made and tailored garment, it may be difficult to see every thread and every seam, due the bedazzlement of its glory. Yet, it was each thread and each seam, that time and space, was needed to keep its threads properly woven. At, the hands of a skilled craftsman, who's name we may never know, but only see the handywork of his life.
I love the froot demo version, the drums are awesome
THIS WAS LAST YEAR AHHH TIME FLIES
SHE LOOKS SO CUTE!!!!
Poem. Blank Canvas. I started out as a blank canvas and due to unforseen circumstances, I became a masterpiece.
this is like asmr
Marina, can you do a MASTER CLASS on music production!?
She just did.
It would be really fun if you released songs in Welsh and Greek.
I’ve lived in wales all my life all my family are Welsh and I can’t speak it
M: darling, stop telling everyone you are a big cute teddy bear, when you are a shaolin monk in disguise. R: okay.
Mariner and the diamonds 😭
Omg what I was doing on that day when she was live
Thank you 🙏🏽♥️
Poem. Highs and Lows. Their will be highs. Their will be lows. But, a true professional, knows how to navigate both.
thank you!!!
Does anyone have the lyrics for the unreleased parts of froot?
I remember on another interview she said froot was an 8 part song and she reduced it to 5 so... were missing three parts
what a woman
M: darling your docuseries on how to human in an alien world, is so prolific, it is bound to be considered a great classic. R: oh, my!
30:15
A VOCALIST
Poem. Inside the Lines. I can't colour inside the lines. I can't walk the line, without busting into dance move. I listen to the most odd music and love them, no less, than the cheery ones.
Poem. When. When you see all the potential and possibilities and love in a person, when they don't act on it; or, the growth is at a snails pace, we must learn to accept their human flaws and weakness. This too is love.
Poem. Twins. In a world filled with shadows and lies, we grew like twin towers of light and love. Two beacons filled with grace and hope.
Poem. Pure. An ounce of pure love can take you places a pound of pure gold, cannot.
M: darling, I narrowed your brilliance down to one thing, cosmic radiation. R: oh, my!
Poem. Ni. When you are trapped in the gaze of universal love, your expansion is imminent. This is the comic dust that builds, poets, philosophers, scientists, artists, musicians and brilliant lovers.
Poem. Orbit. To minimize the push and pull of love's intensity. Orbiting around your tf, can reduce anxiety and uncertainty. Producing serotonin(calming effect) and avoiding too much dopamine(dopamine has its purpose, but that is another story). Our bodies store energy and release energy, whether it is positive or negatve.
M: darling, the way you can articulate your inner world, with all its vibrant hues and colourful language, distinguishes you as a cut above the rest. This core sense of self leaves me befuddled how you pull off this dramatic flair with a low cost budget education, packed with tons of learning nodules. R: hey, me too.
M: darling, the way you ice over an emotionally turbulent situation, and then gracefully glide over it like a professional ice skater is truly a sight to behold. The absolute finesse, of your intuitive abilities, is like a gymnist on the rings, going for the gold and a perfect score. R: ya huh.
M: darling, the way you understand things with out being told, is truly remarkable. It is like your software is continuously being upgraded, and your inner radar doesn't miss a beat. I must say, I am a happy recepient of this radar love. R: hey, me too.
M: darling, your docuseries on the cognitive processes and how to human in an alien world, using your proprietary blend of emojis and emos as a working flow chart, with quality control measures, for unquatifiable variables, is truly a work of art. And, you make the soup guy artist look so banal. R: ya huh.
Poem. Snake Bit. When you been snake bit, too many times, you become immune to the shxt. Then your power kicks in, and all the facades get pulled down. You become, Unstoppable.
M: darling, the way you keep prying eyes from accessing your proprietary blend of human and non-human metrics, it a true work of art, in stealth mode. R: ya huh.
M: darling, love and light are such a powerful force, it crushes any negative opposition.
M: darling, you have been a back bencher for so long, you know no other way. But, you have managed to make others shine like golden stars. But, truth is, you are more like a heaven, that holds his precious stars, next to his heart. Your loving heart is so self-soothing.
Poem. Storm. Love sleeps like baby, in the midst of everyone elses chaos. Self-made chaos, in many cases.
Poem. Sigma Role. To pique favourite person's creative energy and keep healthy flow and cycles. A no brainer for sigma.
M: darling, you cognitive series on how to human in an alien world, is a true classic, I shall always cherish. R: oh, my!
Poem. World. Some have the entire world in their hands, but have nothing. Some have an empty cup, but have all they need.
M: darling, you have moved up a level, as you can now speak through both the ying and the yang, with a new clarity. I truly admire your new growth and how you are branching out into new areas of knowledge and understanding. The fact that you keep confidence in our telepathic connection, were many whispers and secrets are shared, put you in a heighten state of existence. Let the naysayers mock you, whilst we enjoy the full benefits of our fruitful endeavours. R: okay.
Poem. Sigma. When everyone is ignoring or running from problems, sigma is setting the stage for D-Day+100.
M: darling, I narrowed your brilliance down to one thing, stardust. R: oh, my!
Poem. The Doors. A good friend will always leave a door open, for his good friend.
Poem. Wild Mustang. Is a sentinel of love, who guards his heart, like a mythical dragon, guarding his treasure. But, his heart becomes dove like, to the rider he allows.
M: darling, the way you bob and weave, and use rope a dope, and float like a bee and sting like a butterfly, just leaves me in total awe. R: ya huh.
Poem. Furniture. Rearranging your thought process, is like, rearranging the furniture in your home.
Love 101. Never be afraid of love, cos love is not afraid of you. Move forward, cos retrospection has certain limitations.
Poem. Coach Horses. Tend to have blinders, to keep them from distractions. A wild mustang is aware and sensitive to his environment.
Poem. Our Passion. We don't find our passion. Our Passion finds us. Many look in the wrong place. Because, it transcends the scene.
Poem. Sojouners. Like two lost souls in a hot desert, we looked for some water to drink and a place with shade. But, we found an oasis in each other and we stop charming mirages.
Poem. Understanding. He who understands, gains clariuty and sees past the noise. His omniessence and omnipresences slowly grows, to new breath taking heights, leaving the huddled masses to fend for themselves.
Poem. Basics. When love loses its way, it is time to return to the basics. The fundamentals, the building blocks, the underpinnings.
Poem. Garment. Love is like a properly fitting garment. It feels good, it feels right. It feels like protection and confidence, sewed into one.
M: darling, it is not just the storyline or narrative. It is the sub-text, foot-notes, bullet points, thumb nails and illustration, that bring forth the fullsomeness, on any encounter, we may encounter. R: ya huh.
Poem. Fables. It started out as a fable or a myth, until is was chisled in marble. The stories we tell our self, become immortalised, for better or worse.
Poem. Plow Horse. A plow horse pulls the plow, and straight rows maximize a crop yield.
Poem. Introversion. I can turn this introvert into the most fantastical extrovert, you have ever seen. But, why should I, you have given me a million reasons, not to.
M: darling, I won't lie. I have been stealing from your energetic flow pattern. It is just so dynamic and it feels wonderful to be in this flow state. You are like a nuclear power plant. R: oh, my!