I Love You More Than Every Feather on Every Crow

I Love You More Than Every Feather on Every Crow
Loui Crow - Streaming 11/11

[INTRO]

What if I am too heavy to hold?
What if you get tired of me?

Crow ruffles her feathers.
She shakes off the rain.

Come here,
you strange little thing.
We'll make room.

I can sit beside
what you cannot carry.
Put some of it down.

[VERSE 1]

I close my eyes.
Crow keeps hers open.

Do you see me when I hide?
When I hate my own face?
When I hate what I feel?
Do you see me
when I hate me?

When you feel like
trash in the dump,
that's when I
show up.

You want to disappear
and still hope
someone finds you.

I know which corners
you crawl into.
I know what you call yourself
when you're alone.

Your hiding place
has room for two.

[PRE-CHORUS]

If only you knew
what I see in you.

(Borrow my eyes.)

[CHORUS]

I love you more
than every feather on every crow.
I love you more
than the dark can throw.
I love you more
than every tear you've cried.
I love you more
than you'll ever know.

[VERSE 2]

I am afraid.
I am still afraid.

I'm just pretending
to be brave.

And I am so tired.

[VERSE 3]

Crow says,

"I wish you could
borrow my eyes for a minute.
You'd catch yourself
doing something beautiful.

I love the way
you turn things over,
even when you find
something sharp
underneath.

I see you put things back
before anyone knows they fell.

I see you try again
with all your old doubts
talking at once.

If you're afraid tomorrow,
then I'll be here tomorrow."

[CHORUS]

I love you more
than every feather on every crow.
I love you more
than the dark can throw.
I love you more
than every tear you've cried.
I love you more
than you'll ever know.

[BRIDGE]

Your grief is here
in the morning light.
Your fear has found
somewhere to rest.

Your anger spills out beside us.
Beneath all that noise,
I hear you wanting something more.

Still you reach.
Still you try.

Show me how you almost fly.

[CHORUS]

I love you more
than every feather on every crow.
I love you more
than the dark can throw.
I love you more
than every tear you've cried.
I love you more
than you'll ever know.

[OUTRO]

Every feather.
Every crow.
Every place you're scared to go.

(I love you more.)



I Love You More Than Every Feather on Every Crow is a sister song to Mother Crow, and another attempt to give myself the reassurance I'm still learning to believe. I write these words from the love I needed growing up, the tenderness I long for, and the way I hope to speak to myself more often.

Some days I can offer that kindness easily. Other days, I struggle to believe a word of it. So I turn those words into music and play them on repeat, hoping the little girl in me hears them. I hope this song offers some of the same comfort and companionship I wanted Mother Crow to offer.

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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