In 1816, Percy Bysshe Shelley and Lord Byron spent the summer at Lake Geneva. Among the writings produced was Shelly's poem HYMN TO INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY. I do not know this for certain, but it does seem that this poem might have something to do with Marling's lyric MY MANIC AND I. (Shelley many times predicted his own death by drowning, and he did drown, though not in Lake Geneva.) Here's a snippet from Shelley's verse:

Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown,
Why fear and dream and death and birth
Cast on the daylight of this earth
Such gloom,—why man has such a scope
For love and hate, despondency and hope?


Laura Marling - My Manic & I [NEW] by urlov

My Manic And I

Laura Marling

Turkish translation at lyricstranslate.com

If he wants to die in a lake in Geneva
The mountains can cover the shape of his nose
If he wants to die where nobody can see him
The beauty of his death will carry on so
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 that my friends think I'm crazy
Get scared and call him, but he's usually hazy
At 1 in the morning, the day is not ended
By 2 he is scared that sleep is no friend
By 4 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 wander the streets, avoiding them eats
Till 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
The gods that he believes
never fail to amaze me
He believes in the love in his god of all things
But I find him wrapped up in all manner of sins
The drugs that deceive you and the girls that believe you

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 fairytale 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
My nihilist, my happy man, my manic and I
Have no plans to move on.
And the birds are singing to calm us down
And the birds are singing to calm us down

My Mannequin Eye