7. MOCKINGBIRD — Lyrics

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Loui Crow - streaming Feb 28

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Lyrics

[intro]
I live in a body that learns by ear.
Every sound leaves a shape here.
I answer.
Mockingbird.

[verse]
I hear what approaches me.
I respond in ways that protect me.
confrontational wings cut threats.
dive bomb teaches size a lesson.
Persistence recalculates position.
Mockingbird moves.
confrontational beauty,
I express myself freely.
refuse disguise.
Adapt mid-note.
pull it together
before the strike.
I honor my listening.
The hunter is heard.

[chorus]
Mockingbird—
street level angel.
sing between sirens.
steal every voice
that tries drowning me out.
Mimicry hushes hurt.
The hunter is heard.
Mockingbird says:
listen,
then reply.

[bridge]
Listening turns to leverage.
Leverage turns to lift.
I keep my skin unbroken.
Mockingbird—
territorial declaration
sing bright and obscene.
I keep the living audible.
Softness draws a line.

[chorus]
Mockingbird—
street level angel.
sing between sirens.
steal every voice
that tries drowning me out.
Mimicry hushes hurt.
The hunter is heard.
Mockingbird says:
listen,
then reply.

[outro]
hear the strike before it lands.
sing before it speaks.
Persistence sings.
Reply keeps me alive.

About the Song

“Mockingbird” is a survival song.

This piece comes from me learning how bodies stay intact inside danger. Long before strength or escape arrive, attention arrives. Ears widen. Breath listens. The body learns the room through sound.

Mockingbird survives by listening first. She learns tone, rhythm, pattern. She answers with precision.

For many people, survival begins through mirroring. Voice softens to match the room. Tone adjusts. Language bends. Identity learns how to stay flexible enough to remain safe. Sound becomes camouflage. Listening becomes armor.

Mockingbird carries that pattern without shame.

She blends through voice rather than color. She adapts mid-note. She stays alive by learning the environment faster than threat can settle.

Lines like “The hunter is heard” and “Mimicry hushes hurt” came from this understanding. Danger announces itself through sound before it lands. Listening early keeps skin intact. Reply shapes outcome.

Mockingbird does not vanish. She stays audible.

Mockingbird whispers this truth clearly:

Attention creates safety.
Listening keeps bodies alive.
Listen, then reply.

Why This Song Sits Where It Does

Placed after Seagull, this song teaches how to remain intact inside shared air.

Appetite has already spoken. Now awareness learns how to meet what approaches. “I respond in ways that protect me.”

Crow watches.
Blue Jay speaks.
Seagull takes.
Mockingbird replies.

Closing Whisper

Mockingbird’s core whisper remains consistent:

Listen first. Then answer.

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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