released June 30, 2023

lyrics by a roughly 24 & 25 year old brendan wright
recorded sporadically between spring 2021 & autumn 2022 at the fungi house, the nicer house, and the sound museum (rest in peace)

music by brendan except
ehrlichiosis & chanterelle written by brendan & ben curell

performed by
brendan wright (guitar, vox, synth etc)
ben curell (drums, percussion)
christian pace (guitar tracks 2, 3, 5)
kelven polite (bass track 2)

featuring

sarah jones (backing vox track 5, 7)
sam blumenstile (track 7)
biff (piano track 7)
additional production advice by leah gutman (track 2) & sam blumenstile (track 5)

heavily inspired by the rock show format in all those basements- thank you ben, kelven, & christian for shaping this era of tiberius

additional thanks to mum, dad, lois & clark, elijah, the gif, 7 eleven, brinstar, tourist trap, pasta planet, o'briens, erin, sarah j, koshi, hunter, leah, caroline, auggie, sam, pat, robbie, the mushrooms in our basement


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𓆟 □ 𓆟

(...ponder on death, anxiety, love, jealousy, fame, family, support, nuance, inadequacy, literary defeat)

𓆟 HYPOXIA 𓆟

Is the glass half full or half empty she said
i don't know man it's just water
And if song lyrics are unused tweets then i dont want to type
Anything at all
But i want to sing you everything
At all

If i sang like phoebe bridgers would you look at me with those eyes
Like that
Why not?

Whatever you want from my my dear
I would sing you a thousand songs
I would write you a thousand words
Til I crumble at your feet
To say it again

There's so much more than this
There's so much more than this

been psychologically abused in the past
But it's hard for me to talk about that’
I would if i could but i dont have the words
So i'll try to accept that i said it
and let that be enough

But It’s not

I need more time
I'm running out of years that i'll be young
Supposed to be so much more further along
I think too much about jumping off the bu bridge
Is it too much to be thinking ‘bout jumping
Off the bu bridge

Why not?

Whatever you want from my my dear
I would sing you a thousand songs
I would write you a thousand words
Til i crumble at your feet
Say it again,
I’m not, I’m not

There’s so much more than this…

𓆟 EHRLICHIOSIS 𓆟

I know there ain’t purpose
I know it’s not worth it
I feel the marks on my arm
reminding me to move on
Beneath the surface
I made a promise
Leave pursuit of fame aside
And cut my disillusioned ties

I lack direction
Without dejection
The dreams that dominate my nights
before i knew what they would hide
underneath the surface
I’ve turned so hopeless
I can feel it in my heart
But I’m without a place to start

ehrlichiosis

Shut my eyes
An attempt to see inside
The budding thrills of a domestic life
Don’t seem so bad sometimes
And who am I to try to want to grasp at more?
The push and pull of wanting you to care
What's wrong with just sitting there?

Truth be told, I don’t know.

𓆟 CHANTERELLE (THE FUNGI SONG) 𓆟

Fungi in the french press
Sprouting out of ignorance
I’m living from the carpet
Clothes are hanging off the bed
And they’re staining it

From months of anger
uninvited
A truth so tangled
i can’t find it
scrolling YouTube Recommended
So i don’t have to think about it

Cockroach in the cabinet
Flew up through the basement
I found him on my instagram
friday’s pictures with the band
Is that all I am?

Pantry judgment
Every goddamn day
I can’t tell
If he, If he
If he wants to know my name?
If i could clean my house then
Maybe I won’t have to think about
Just all these bugs that hang around

Consider me a business transaction
Considered us friends
Had i known we weren’t for awhile
Perhaps i wouldn’t feel denied
As a striving wordsmith
I wanna say there's something wrong with
It’s growing on the walls and carpet
The spores
The spores

Basement shrooms peripherally bloom while i fixate
I can't help undig out all the holes made
I crossed my line with kind eyes
Won’t you recognize
What you’ve lost
What you’ve lost
All my heart in my art
Chanterelle

𓆟 CLIPPERS 𓆟

I’m trying to shed behavior i had
Like long hair
Clipping the bangs of 2017 out of my eyes

Strands fall inside and clump in my mind
I don’t know if i made right with our lives
But cutting you out
I always have my doubts
I was told it was right at the time (im so sorry)

To be indie is to be afraid
And i'm afraid of judgements that could make me sound crazy
But I’m projecting
Im still emo at the things you say
And i’m ashamed at the thoughts that the music brings

I’m trying to steer everything i hear out of my head
I’m not trying to sell
I’m just trying to settle all the things

I don’t want to commodify my life
I don’t want to commodify
I don’t want to commodify my life
I don’t want to commodify

𓆟 FISH IN A POND 𓆟

Speed down the pike
I woke up late
But not without a coffee cup
‘Cuz Dunks got me by the balls
Turning in I hit your plates
A daily test of fate deadened to a routine process
Where a life of excitement
Comes with growing a piercing abscess
I'm writing songs in cars so i can play them in the bars
In front of fishes
I'm just one in a pond
Who would hope to move on this time

Unload your box of cigarettes into a carrying case
Bro what's the point of that?
Stop the moshing on point blank
In search of debit card
No i haven’t seen one yet
Hold the mic in a cool breeze style
With a shit eating grin that stays for awhile
In the end I’m just jealous of them
it's a tuesday night
And i have to be up for work

He put his name in a song
I knew it all along
‘said what he did
It was wrong
But he never bothered to talk
we never bothered to talk

What's with the hot headed ethos
Rolling tobacco with rolos
But who would want to be famous
When you could

Take a leap of faith and trust the process
Where a life of excitement
Comes with 7 eleven access
keep writing songs in cars so i can play them in the bars
With my fishes
I'm just one in a pond
Who would love to live on in this time
I’ll see you fucks in the dunkin donuts line

𓆟 RUINED LIVES IN UPSTATE NY 𓆟

I fell down after i’d gotten out
Now things will never be the same
For the worst
Or the best,
This is who i am now

I heard ‘i love you honey bear’ for the first time in awhile
A grimace sinks into that grim
churning
Just revives everything

The memories of you skid closer than ever
But time is such a healing friend
Hey who are you now i think i’d like to know that better
This deafening silence makes my ears ring

I finally crashed the car on the way back from Waltham
I was just telling Tucker all the stories from underneath the scratches
took out all the clothes I’d been meaning to donate
Tucked in _________________
Living to Will Toledo’s art

The memories of what I thought would last forever
But time was just deceiving me
Hey what are we now I think
I’ve come to know that better
But the thoughts i had back then were crazy

I might’ve misread things
I didn’t have the skills to communicate
I’m learning through doing
But also taking time to stay
Observant and listening
To the people that I have now
I can’t make up for the past
But I can make sure
I don’t have to make up for the now

My love I hope we’ve changed a bit
My love I hope I’ve changed a bit
My love I hope we’ve learned

𓆟 HYPOXIA (REPRISE) 𓆟

That there’s so much more to everything
To everyone

There's so much to everyone, to everything