13. EMBALMER — Death Tarot Reversed — Song and Lyric Sneak Peak

Written By Loui crow

[INTRO]

We’ve been lowering
names into soil.
Thanking the ghosts
that kept me alive.

I fold memory in linen.
Casket stays open.
Embalmer is me.

[CHORUS]

I circle the corpse of self.
Lacquer the stillness.
Embalmer spares her—
while soil prepares her.

Embalmer —
keep her familiar.
If she dissolves…
who remains?

[VERSE]

I polish the past.
Hold the version that hurts.
Comb the hair of yesterday.
Leave dirt unturned.

Ghost says:
just a little longer.
Crow says:
when you are ready,
bury her with honor.

The river keeps working
while I keep arranging.
Under the moss, silver moves.

Toll collector waits
at the crossing.
I clutch the coin.
My feet turn winter.

The ghost grows weaker.
I don’t know who I’ll be
without her.

[PRE-CHORUS]

Powder the pallor
to keep her familiar.
Keep her.
Dress her.
Lower her.
Release her.

[CHORUS]

I circle the corpse of self.
Lacquer the stillness.
Embalmer spares her—
while soil prepares her.

Embalmer —
keep her familiar.
If she dissolves…
who remains?

[BRIDGE]

I stand between
dirt and display.

Open ground.

Who remains
when the portrait fades?

Unframed.
Ghost named.

Now what?

My image dissolves.
Surrender grows green.

[CHORUS]

I circle the corpse of self.
Lacquer the stillness.
Embalmer spares her—
while soil prepares her.

Embalmer —
keep her familiar.
If she dissolves…
who remains?

[OUTRO]

Box in dirt before sunrise.
Return her to earth.

I walk forward
with my hands empty.

Death requires nothing.


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.

https://louicrow.com
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