Lav Dream - John Moore

Single from the third album 'Bad Noose.'

Bandcamp: https://lavdream.bandcamp.com/track/john-moore
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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