You ever walk into a rave and realize the floor’s alive?
No metaphor, just mushrooms with better rhythm than you.
This is that earthy, sweaty, too-hot-to-think kind of night where biology and bad decisions collide.
File under: psychedelic seduction, compost core, eco erotica.

Lyrics:

Spores in the air tonight,
Can you feel the undergrowth ignite?
I’m just a fungi with needs,
Ready to scatter seeds.

We meet under blacklight moss,
She says, “Your mycelium’s boss.”
I say, “Baby, I’m half decomposed,
But I’ll fruit wherever you’re exposed.”

Mycelium touch, intertwined,
Network spreading, yours and mine.
Can’t tell if this is dirt or divine,
But I’m ready to cross that line.

FUNGAL FOREPLAY, ON DISPLAY,
Mush me slow, let the spores sway.
Earth’s our bed, we decompose and stay,
FUNGAL FOREPLAY, NIGHT AND DAY.
(SPORE IT! SPORE IT! SPORE IT UP!)

She said, “You psilocybe?”
I said, “Nah, just vibin’ underground tribe.”
We don’t need strobe lights to begin,
The soil’s already let us in.

Can you feel the network spreadin’?
Fruiting body, heavy breathin’.
Humid air, spores confessin’,
We’re the mycelium undressin’.

FUNGAL FOREPLAY, ON DISPLAY,
We don’t clean, we decompose all day.
Spores above, mycelium below,
Mushroom love, NOW LET IT GROW!
(GROW! GROW! GROW! GROW!)

“ Spores in the air... everywhere... we’re already there... ”

Fungal Foreplay

I Don’t Think I Can Do This Again

I Don't Think I Can Do This Again

I Don't Think I Can Do This Again

Mura Masa