9. FLAMINGO — Lyrics

(Scroll below the lyrics to read more about this song.)

[intro]
Child of joy—
ask the water
how it keeps its balance…
copy the wiggle.
Play!
Flamingo

[verse]
Water claps when I step in.
Catch the joke.
Tide tickles ankles.
Ripple and giggle.
Soft knees—
Long legs skipping—
Pink flashing midday.
One foot stays—
One foot strays—
Wobble learns legs—
I giggle—
I sway.

[chorus]
Flamingo dance
stay and sway.
(ay, ay)
Flamingo mingle.
I laugh—
I’m safe.

Flamingo Joy.
(oh—look at my joy!)

[bridge]
Ease travels best in company.
Flock responds when I lift one knee.
Flamingo parade.
Delight ricochets.

[outro ]
Strike a pose—
Miss it.
Laugh—
Water laughs back.
Flamingo.

About the Song

“Flamingo” is a play song.

After warmth settles in, my body asks for something simpler and braver at the same time: movement without threat. This song arrived through wobble, laughter, and rhythm rather than effort or improvement.

Flamingos stay upright through sway. Balance comes from adjustment rather than stillness. That felt like a nervous-system truth worth practicing. Ease teaches posture. Play teaches timing.

Play as regulation

This song holds a strong resonance with Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that joy regulates rather than rewards. Laughter here acts as movement medicine. Delight circulates energy. Safety gathers shape through motion.

You can also hear the gentleness of Louise Hay in the permission to enjoy the body as it stands. Play becomes affirmation in motion. The body receives approval through laughter rather than correction.

“I laugh — I’m safe” formed the core of this piece for me. Safety arrives through rhythm. Joy invites balance.

Placement in BYRDS

Placed after Red Robin, Flamingo lets hope move. Warmth turns kinetic. The album begins to feel social, buoyant, and embodied.

Crow watches.
Red Robin stays.
Flamingo plays.

This song opens the space where ease travels in company. One lifted knee invites the flock.

A closing note

I’m practicing play without self-consciousness. Letting joy travel through knees and hips. Allowing laughter to teach balance.

Across BYRDS, each bird carries a whisper.
Flamingo’s whisper says: play teaches balance.

FLAMINGO — Sees You Try

Flamingo plays nearby.
Flamingo notices the smile that pauses.
Flamingo sees play peeking out curiously.

“I see you test the ground with a toe.
I see the laugh start, then check the room.
I see joy hover close to the ribs.
I see your eyes ask the floor for permission.
I stand in the shallows where you can reach me.
I keep my balance where you can copy it.
I hold the pose long enough for trust.
I stay visible while you decide.”

When you see a Flamingo watching you—
That shimmer means safety gathering shape.
That pink stance holds the place for joy.
That sway invites the body forward.
Flamingo stands so you can try.
Flamingo stays so you can lean.
This light waits patiently.
This play grows steady.

Every Flamingo calls the body gently—
A joke in knees. A grin in hips.
Every wobble counts as learning.
I keep the rhythm soft and wide.
I hold the joy until it trusts me.
Flamingo smiles and steadies play.

“I see how you start small, all cautious.
I see the sway arrive in pieces.
I see laughter test its volume.
I see shoulders listen for danger.
I soften the space with my posture.
I widen the circle with my stance.
I let the body borrow my ease.
I show how balance enjoys patience.”

Flamingos gather so no one rushes.
We sway together so timing relaxes.
We stand tall so comfort spreads.
We glow softly so joy feels welcome.

“I see where play waited quietly.
I see delight stretch its legs.
I see courage arrive through comfort.
I see balance grow from laughter.
I see the spine rise while smiling.
I see trust land without announcement.
I see joy feel supported.
I see the body believe the moment.

I live where joy practices slowly.
I move at the speed of safety.
I glow to mark the ground.
I sway to keep time gentle.
I witness play learning trust.
I stand so joy feels held.”

So when a Flamingo stands with you—
She stands to show the ground.
She sways to hold the time.
She smiles while you try.

Wobble learns legs.

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.

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