LavDream

Bandcamp: https://lavdream.bandcamp.com/track/bad-news Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/user-595612202-996560251/bad-news Twitter: https://twitter.com/Lav_Dream Music and Lyrics by Lav Dream Video by Lav Dream

Single from the upcoming third album 'Bad Noose.' Bandcamp: https://lavdream.bandcamp.com/track/enemies-in-love Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/user-595612202-996560251/enemies-in-love Follow on Twitter: https://twitter.com/Lav_Dream Lyrics: My mind is like a palace with big rooms and high ceilings Each door leads to an imbalanced creature with its own feelings There are too many clocks here, more than I have a use for Let’s just all relax here before we go to war And I know we are enemies in love, shoved from above One moment the sun shines on me with a cool breeze all around In the next one it burns everything, and the wind knocks me down There are too many proverbs said by the wrong people I would be honored to hang ’em all from a steeple And I know we are strangers in love, shoved from above Give me your hand my baby but don’t squeeze too hard There’s only so much love that I can give to a person at once I feel like talking to anybody but you Yet that doesn’t mean my love for you ain’t true And I know we are friends in love, shoved from above I am always wanted by unwanted people And those for whom I yearn for don’t consider me an equal Business men alike and women in high heels Don’t mind walking side by side And I know we are lovers in love, shoved from above Don’t wanna talk about the past, it only brings me sorrow Present’s not that pleasant, and I fear tomorrow I wonder if you feel the same as me Well, if yes, then why do I have to plead? And I know we are enemies in love, shoved from above Music and Lyrics by Lav Dream

Single from the third album 'Bad Noose.' Bandcamp: https://lavdream.bandcamp.com/track/john-moore Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/user-595612202-996560251/john-moore Follow on Twitter: https://twitter.com/Lav_Dream Lyrics: John Moore, he lived on the top of the hill, John Moore, he lived on the top of the hill, With his fitted suits and white-green colored pills, With his fitted suits and white-green colored pills. You tried to start new hobbies and you tried to relocate, You tried to start new hobbies and you tried to relocate, Your mind is so tired of avoiding its own fate, Your mind is so tired of avoiding its own fate. There’s a shadow everywhere you go, Your candle done burnt out, there’s no light left to show, The roses are growing, your pool is being cleaned, You wish someone could see through your mask that screams. You read inspiration books in case there’s something there, You read inspiration books in case there’s something there, You lay around and wonder why you should even care, You lay around and wonder why you should even care. Your eyes are heavy, your bones started to ache, Your eyes are getting heavy and your bones started to ache, But your twisted thoughts are what's keeping you awake. Your crazy, twisted thoughts are what's keeping you awake. Clocks are ticking while your pipes drip, Blood rushes to your head when you find a knife and string, Way out in the concrete jungle, hounds play loud, Knife and string sit in your pocket as you walk among the crowd. Friendly ladies greet you behind a dark alley, Friendly ladies greet you behind some dark alley, You hold the wire tightly while she leads you away, You hold the wire tightly as she leads you astray. There’s a wind howling around the dark night, Blowing into your hair, concealing her choking sounds, There’s a nameless lady dead on the streets of New York City, John Moore is in his bed cleaning his knife and string. Music and Lyrics by Lav Dream