13. HUMMINGBIRD — Lyrics

Click to Listen: HUMMINGBIRD
Loui Crow - streaming Feb 28

Color remembers my visit.
A flower leans open,
waiting again.

(Scroll below lyrics to read about the song.)

[intro]
Every arrival carries an offering.
I arrive where giving opens receiving.
Ask the bloom
what it offers.
I drink the answer.
Hummingbird

[verse]
teach me generosity.
teach my mouth gratitude.
teach my body trust.
Wings hold the pause.
Now!
Enter the trembling color.
Tongue finds the hidden well.
Sweetness confesses.
Taste the charge of reciprocity.
Hummingbird says: receive,
then release.
Beauty feeds.

[chorus]
Nectar nectar,
moments thick with flavor
Regulate through pleasure
Hummingbird Heart-first
Give-and-take—
Hummingbird drinks again

[bridge]
recalibrate joy
receive without guilt
Hummingbird knows—
What you love sustains you.
Return to what feeds you.

[chorus]
Nectar nectar,
moments thick with flavor
Regulate through pleasure
Hummingbird Heart-first
Give-and-take—
Hummingbird drinks again

[outro]
Every sip, a promise kept.
Every return is love remembering the way.
I gave her the bloom. She bowed back.
Color remembers my visit.
A flower leans open,
waiting again.

About the Song

“Hummingbird” is a reciprocity song.

This song ends BYRDS by circulating rather than stopping.

After watching, releasing, timing, striking, speaking, taking, listening, hoping, playing, glowing, and clearing, one living mechanic remains: exchange.

Hummingbird arrives as the body’s proof that sweetness is allowed.

Hummingbirds drink, move on, and return. Flowers open because the exchange works. Nothing hoarded. Nothing wasted. Motion keeps the rhythm honest. That felt like the most accurate closing for this album.

Regulate through pleasure

This piece carries strong influence from Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that emotion functions as feedback and guidance. Pleasure reads here as information. Joy reads as regulation. Alignment reads as the body recognizing what feeds it.

There’s also a clear undertone from Louise Hay in the permission language: “receive without guilt,” “teach my body trust,” “teach my mouth gratitude.” Receiving becomes a practice of worthiness in motion. Gratitude becomes a bodily posture rather than a performance.

Why this closes the album

Placed last, Hummingbird closes the spiral opened by Crow.

What begins as witnessing ends as participation. The watcher returns as a guest. The system moves from observation to exchange.

Crow stays on the wire.
Hummingbird enters the bloom.

Both remain true. One keeps watch. One keeps returning.

A closing note

Across BYRDS, each bird carries a whisper.
Hummingbird’s whisper says: return to what feeds you, and feed it back.

Loui Crow

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

I write songs for myself, my inner child, and for the woman I am becoming.
I work through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

Sometimes I write as the Crow — that's my ideal self. Direct, unattached, protective, grounded in something older than my fear. Other voices come through too. The snake. The spider. The fly. The ghosts are the false selves I created to survive. I write as all of them, for my own self-hypnosis — unpacking who I've been so that my son can fill his days with joy and I can stop being such a reactive parent. I'm in the middle of it all. I just keep showing up.

I use Suno for vocals and instrumentals — the vocals are seeded from my own voice. I'm a disabled veteran and a stay-at-home mom.

Over the last year, I climbed an emotional ladder I didn't know I was on. Many of my earlier releases were the scream — my depression, anger, insecurity.

The last album that came out of that climb is called "Mirror, Mirror off the Wall." It starts with depression and ends with gratitude.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that my body listens to my thoughts — and that where I place my attention, my life follows.

I leave breadcrumbs in case anyone resonates.

Take what feeds you.
Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.
You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com
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