11. Crow On The Wire — Lyrics

Crow says, “Turn the hinge…
walk back in.”

(keep scrolling to read more about the song)

Lyrics

[intro]
Crow on the wire…
watching the part of me I keep quiet.
crow on the wire

[Hook]
Crow says move,
the dark parts agree—
She sees through me…
knows the places I hide—
waits on the wire

[Verse]
Crow braids light where dark flees—
Her caw pulls what hides me—
She hears my voice before it goes small,
holds my name like stone when I fall.

Name the pain, or she will.
…name the pain, or it rots ill

Follow the feather, not fear.
Crow names truth the coward won’t hear
bright eye like a keyhole gleam—
she spots the ache in my sleepy dream.

Crow says, “Turn the hinge…
walk back in.”

[Hook]
Crow says move,
the dark parts agree—
She sees through me…
knows the places I hide—
waits on the wire

[outro]
…waits on the wire till I let her in.

About the Song

Crow on the Wire arrived during a very specific moment: the seconds before I stop lying to myself. Not a dramatic breakthrough. Not a collapse. Just a quiet internal click where something honest becomes unavoidable.

I wrote this while noticing how often I already know what’s true — and how often I wait before acting on it.

What I notice while writing it

There’s a moment when truth shows up early, before the body feels ready to live it. My system responds by shrinking: voice lowers, jokes appear, attention slides sideways. This song sits right inside that moment.

The wire feels like a thin line of clarity. Crow perches there and waits. She never pushes. She just stays visible.

Healing shows up as a small turn. A re-entry. A willingness to walk back into myself without theatrics.

Undercurrents and teachers I carry here

Abraham Hicks echoes in the idea that resistance creates friction and clarity arrives when alignment catches up with knowing.

Louise Hay lives in the gentle permission to name what’s present without judgment.

Aleister Crowley shows up through the concept of will as honest movement — the choice to live from what already feels true. Following my instincts and being honest with myself.

These influences guide me while I learn.

Where this sits in BYRDS

If this track lands, it might serve as a reminder: clarity often arrives before courage. Waiting can be wise. Moving can be gentle.

Crow stays on the wire until you’re ready. Keeping watch over you. 🐦‍⬛

Loui crow

This is a record of becoming.

I make music, practice mirror work, somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself.

I talk through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

I follow what supports me staying here — language, ritual, gentleness, curiosity.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that the body listens to language and that focus shapes experience.

Nothing here asks belief.

I share what I am learning as I go in case anyone resonates.

I leave breadcrumbs.

Take what feeds you.

Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.

You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com
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