Life and its inevitable twists and turns is, quite literally, a mystery for most of us. We try our best to manage the mystery to our advantage and with varying degrees of success. This song explores some of the challenges and ends with sage advice: Live Your Mystery Well. Worth thinking about...just sayin'

Live Your Mystery Well

The song title says it all, well almost all. The complete sentence is "Regrets serve no good if no lesson's understood." It's a dreamy dream pop tune but with a message many people could benefit from...not you of course.

Forget Regrets

Lauren Lewis opens her soul on Heart on Repeat — a collection of raw, emotional pop anthems about love, loss, and finding yourself again. Each track beats with honesty, warmth, and unforgettable hooks that linger long after the last note. This is vulnerability turned into power — her heart, on repeat. ❤️

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I Give in to Sin

We're Watching the World Pass Us By

Man is crazy in love with woman so metaphorically says they can share a love asylum for two. Sounds nuts right...you'll have to listen to the song.

Asylum For Two

Can't Say "I Love You"

Alice was a rose, looked perfect in the light
Sharp around the edges, drew blood most nights
Clara was a daisy, too easy to pick
Tried to chain me up but couldn’t make it stick

June was ivy, climbing where she pleased
Wrapped around my heart and refused to leave
Sophie was a cactus, don’t get too close
Pricked my fingers with nothing to show

Every time I plant a seed
It grows into a mess 
I’ve picked a lot of flowers
But none have passed the test
Must be a bad gardener 
Nothing seems to grow
Perhaps I need to find a flower
That isn’t just for show?

Hazel was lavender, soft and rare
Left her scent on every chair
Maya was a tulip, opened up too fast
Told me every secret but never asked

Fiona was a fern, lived best in shade
I gave her sun, she slipped away
Ruth was thistle, proud and coarse
Kicked like a mule, had no remorse

Every time I plant a seed
It grows into a mess 
I’ve picked a lot of flowers
But none have passed the test
Must be a bad gardener 
Nothing seems to grow
Perhaps I need to find a flower
That isn’t just for show?

Bad Gardener

Soft glow rising in the haze
Fingers trace a fading name
All I had I gave away

Pocket’s empty heart is heavy
Spent it all on silver dreams
Her eyes were moons I couldn’t steady
Lover's light turned cold and mean
She walked away just left me leaning

Against the tide against the sky
The stars don’t answer why

My last dollar on love
My last dollar on love
Burned it all in her fire
Now the ash floats above

Echoed whispers down the canyon
Every word she never said
Thought her touch would break the famine
But her hands just turned to lead
My hope bled out and left me red

The earth don’t stop the clock won’t bend
But I would do it all again

Last Dollar On Love

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We danced like summer moths around the flame
Knowing that the season couldn't stay
Your skin was warm as August afternoon
But August always fades to grey
The peaches on the tree were good to eat
Time was ripening everything we'd grown
And somewhere in the sweetness was the taste
Of fruit that's perfect right before it's gone

Old father time doesn't care about our plans
The hourglass won't pause because we ask
Death’s the shadow that we cast
When we’re standing in the sun

The river knew secrets that we didn't know
About the way that everything must end
We swam in water that would soon run cold
But cold was no stranger but a friend
You wore your youth like petals in your hair
I watched them fall and didn't say a word
We both knew what the falling meant
But knowing won't stop what will occur

Love blooms brightest when it knows
That winter's waiting down below
We held each other in the golden light
Like flowers opening before the frost
Summer moths, we burned so bright
Because we know that one day, we are lost


They say that love defeats the grave
But that's not quite the truth I've found
Love and death are dancing partners
Spinning slowly round and round
Without the autumn coming close behind
Would summer feel this alive
We're beautiful exactly because
We know our love will not survive

Old father time doesn't care about our plans
The hourglass won't pause because we ask
Death’s the shadow that we cast
When we’re standing in the sun

Love blooms brightest when it knows
That winter's waiting down below
We held each other in the golden light
Like flowers opening before the frost
Summer moths, we burned so bright
Because we know that one day, we are lost

The moths are circling...
The season's turning...
We're still burning...
While we can...

Summer Moths

AGAIN

The clock spins round its weary face
Time's a thief we can't replace
Will you still love me when the lights go low

When the mirror cracks and the colors fade
When the songs we sang start to feel homemade

Will you still love me when the stars forget to shine
Will you still hold me when the world leaves us behind
When the winds grow cold and the stories get old
Will you still love me
Still love me like you did tonight

The rain taps soft on the window's edge
A rhythm of doubt I can't escape
Will you still love me when the answers aren't clear

When the nights stretch long and the silence grows
When the fire burns low but the embers glow

Will you still love me when the stars forget to shine
Will you still hold me when the world leaves us behind
When the winds grow cold and the stories get old
Will you still love me
Still love me like you did tonight

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Will You Still Love Me

Mood (feat. Wer$e & Bluchrist)

MUSIC MADE IN CANADA: Music has been a large part of my life since my teen years when I started playing guitar. Used to play popular pop and country songs in bars, songs written by other artists but for past couple decades have focused entirely on writing and producing my own songs across a number of genres: pop, country, blues, and more recently dream pop and what I'm calling whiskey blues dream pop, a style that merges the two and that seems complimentary to my ear. I believe each style can sound good and give people pleasure: that's my goal in writing. Now I produce sounds featuring both male and female vocals as the lyrics dictate; variety is the spice of...well, you know. Thanks for listening.

Asylum For Two

Dream Pop Productions