Lover Crow

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Loui Crow - Streaming Everywhere

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Lover Crow says,
"You stay you. I stay me. Our differences won't make distance."

[INTRO]
Lover Crow —
He goes my pace.
His gift is his timing.
His presence lands beside me.
Oh, little one inside —
you can be yourself here.

[VERSE 1]
When the little one inside spirals easily,
I open my eyes and see a lover who holds position while I recalibrate.
I turn on myself mid-moment.
Emotions thicken.
She wants to solve it.
Make it clean.
Lover Crow lets me feel it.
He descends with me into the dark.
My eyes adjust.
He listens.
He reaches her and lifts her without asking.
When the little one inside holds her breath,
he breathes — slow enough for her to match.
Lover Crow says:
“You're seeing from inside it. Come out with me.”
Convictions of myself loosen under his steady gaze.
He touches my face.
I wake up while being seen.

[PRE-CHORUS]
He follows through after the moment.
I leave myself unedited.
The little one inside takes up space and keeps it.

[CHORUS]
Lover Crow — He sees the turn and I see it too.
Lover Crow — The little one inside lets the shape shift.
Lover Crow keeps looking.
(Kiss me)
Lover Crow
(Lover Crow)

[VERSE 2]
The little one inside notices it forming.
Reflex reaches for the old lever — speak too fast, words trip over each other.
Walk through places that held old verdicts.
He hears the part I cut.
He reminds me to leave it.
Lover Crow says,
"You stay you. I stay me. Our differences won't make distance."
He shares his cup.
The little one inside drinks.
His attention stays where I go.
The old pattern loses interest.
Identification loosens.
Everything continues.

[PRE-CHORUS]
He follows through after the moment.
I leave myself unedited.
The little one inside takes up space and keeps it.

[CHORUS]
Lover Crow — He sees the turn and I see it too.
Lover Crow — The little one inside lets the shape shift.
Lover Crow keeps looking.
(Kiss me)
Lover Crow
(Lover Crow)

[MINI VERSE]
Trust is the pause between her flinch and her reach.
Lover Crow sketches trust — with his patience.
He hears the layers under my words.
Trust is the gap she stops filling.

[BRIDGE]
He waits until I turn.
Affection — I'm learning the turn of it.
He sees me — keeps looking.
(Kiss me)
We meet there.
(We meet there)

[CHORUS]
Lover Crow — He sees the turn and I see it too.
Lover Crow — The little one inside lets the shape shift.
Lover Crow keeps looking.
(Kiss me)
Lover Crow
(Lover Crow)

[OUTRO]
When the world felt hollow,
we built our own constellation.
Solitude chooses companionship.
Two Crows, building a nest together.
Feather by feather, year by year.
We fly together.
(We fly together)

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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