Lichen Soundwaves by J.P. Mantler

I promise I'll be on my best behavior
But I hear a thing calling me for the keys
As lofty as I try, they drop into oblivion
Serious, I better come back to inhibit
The picture opens up sideways
And they single me out like a crusty chutzpah
The peeling pages *rip*
Coccinellidae attacks his family grave light
A nod to the growling and glistening moray next to me
He is big, and he is covered in my spit -- I tell him one
Find a better party who hadn't postponed

Make way to the cliffside
Where your stubborn rival awaits your arrival
Your conscience held liable
With what must be done
With deceitful smiles of stale fun
You stand apart, away, with dismay
You standoff to the face of evil
You stand with the sun and all of its glory
A battle not quick, but gruesome and gory
Hair by the fistfuls and an empty pistol
His tiresome blood-wit grin makes your head spin
But you pull it together, you push him off the edge
In all of your glory, you finish the story
He falls to his death down the cold and dark quarry

A stampede of drummers celebrate the end
With all the king's horses and all the king's men
But the King himself sighs and says
That dead cunt will be back again

Providing you a selection of experimental synth arrangements, convoluted rock styles, noodle funk, ethereal ambient works, alt-electronics, band jam sessions & lo-fi acoustic pieces.

Former drummer of The Acid Cubes.

Current drummer & instrumentalist of the bands: Rick's Reptiles, Hor Durves, Vicarage, and Nicotine Electrolytes.