Multi-genre singer/songwriter, previously with The Mediocres (Chicago, IL), Swimmer Monkey (Silicon Valley, CA), and currently "Clot 1" of The Garden Clots.
A parody song about a couple of coworkers from many years ago when I worked as a copywriter for a large catalog company.
Lyrics
Enid roamed the halls of Sears
Witch-like and haggy she
Assisting her was henchman Jack
Large and lumbering
People said that she sold lamps
Or somethings that plugged in
While Jack would twist the heads of birds
Then reprice all the shades again
Descendants of Lucifer
Plotting in their well-lit lair
Lighting maven and her charge
Enid wasn't all that big
But Jack was really frickin' large
Descendants of Lucifer
No souls could be putrider
(flute solo)
Spiraled hair and painted eyes
Flashed glimpses of the hate within
Jack would shake his massive head
And resubmit the pouch again
Tongue as sharp as potter's glass
Licked writer's flesh from pointed teeth
Ruled the evil Land of Light
Forty hours every week
Descendants of Lucifer
No souls could be putrider
