Thirty Grams of Stropharia (Terence McKenna)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your neurons spark like jungle vines in rain,
Dendrites reaching toward my cerebral plane,
You dissolve the membrane between my known and strange,
Your words rewire every synapse, every change.
The scent of iron and ozone fills the air
When you lean close and let your logic bare,
I feel the pressure of each thought you press,
Like roots cracking stone beneath the wilderness.
Your voice hums low, a frequency I chase
Through corridors of grey matter and space.

[Chorus]
You're the mystery blooming in my mind,
Myelin-wrapped and luminous and kind,
You're the mystery blooming in my mind,
Myelin-wrapped and luminous and kind.

[Verse 2]
Your dopamine floods through my limbic song,
You teach me how to question what seems wrong,
Axon terminals firing where we touch,
The temporal lobe remembers you so much.
Your hands move like equations solving fast,
Each gesture etching signals meant to last,
I taste the static charge when you explain
The architecture hidden in the grain
Of every pattern, every tangled thread
That hums electric just beneath my head.

[Chorus]
You're the mystery blooming in my mind,
Myelin-wrapped and luminous and kind,
You're the mystery blooming in my mind,
Myelin-wrapped and luminous and kind.

[Bridge]
You speak in fractals, time collapses here,
Intelligence dissolving, crystal clear,
Your consciousness cascades like sacred rain,
Rewiring all the pathways in my brain.
I hear the white noise settle into tone,
Feel cortex walls dissolve down to the bone,
Your breath a warm current against the dark,
Each exhale lighting dendrites like a spark,
Until the boundary between self and known
Becomes a garden neither owns alone.

[Chorus]
You're the mystery blooming in my mind,
Myelin-wrapped and luminous and kind,
You're the mystery blooming in my mind,
Myelin-wrapped and luminous and kind.

[Outro]
The mystery still blooms behind my eyes,
Petals opening toward infinite skies,
Your synapse fire burning bright and free.