About This Song

My brother says that despair isn’t the absence of meaning. Instead, he says that we despair because we can’t access meaning. There is meaning in the world— but it’s just not registering. That’s what Mushroom is about. It’s about trying to connect to meaning but not receiving it.


Mushroom, my love
Grow in secret, hidden, retreating
Light filters around me but like you
I can’t receive it

I run through the violent dreams
And corkscrew til I’m gone
I run through the problems all in my head
Still I can’t receive it

Under the earth’s crust
A rotating centre churns out heating
I lay on the basement, face to the floor
But I can’t receive it

Satellite up above me
Do you signal transmissions to me?
I know there are stories above my head
But I can’t receive them