7. RIDER (Chariot)— Lyrics

Sneak peak the album as it’s being written. Some songs streaming, the rest wait until April.

“Choice isn’t what or who—
it’s between you and you.”

The Chariot — REVERSED

Intro

Rider enters the eulogy
I am Chariot reversed—
made of vigilance,
body can’t stop sprinting.
Didn’t notice I was running
until the quiet tripped my feet.
Rider is me

Verse 1

call it “focus” when I can’t feel fun.
Ghost says: “Speed is our function”
Crow says: “Speed is how you avoid life.”
Pain is the horse saying decide.
Fear’s a saddle saying: don’t slow down.
when I rest my back goes out
Burnout
triggerless trigger wired
Rider reflex fired—
Quads grip like fearlings.
Wear my shoulders like earrings
Life’s finally thriving—
so why am I still driving?

Pre-Chorus

Ghost says, “You’re mine in the dark.”
I think I’m falling apart—
Crow says: you’re falling inward.
Collapse is part of the work

Chorus

Chariot chips old chains off bone
Fuels charge of choices I own.
Rider remembers the real road home—
Crow sees which ghosts follow.
chariot reverse, Rider goes
when I slow down, the false self goes.

Pre-Chorus

Ghost says, “You’re mine in the dark.”
I think I’m falling apart—
Crow says: you’re falling inward.
Collapse is part of the work

Chorus

Chariot chips old chains off bone
Fuels charge of choices I own.
Rider remembers the real road home—
Crow sees which ghosts follow.
chariot reverse, Rider goes
when I slow down, the false self goes.

Bridge

silence teaches me:
I was the one I kept fleeing.
Motions nothing without where.
Desire is the driver.
Crow flicks a feather:
“Ride when you CHOOSE
Not when old fear alerts you.”

Chorus

Chariot chips old chains off bone
Fuels charge of choices I own.
Rider remembers the real road home—
Crow sees which ghosts follow.
chariot reverse, Rider goes
when I slow down, the false self goes.

Outro

Crow stirs the ash:
“Eulogies aren’t endings.
They’re openings.”
Rider rests her legs
ghost retreats
softer than I expect
The gate is sealed
exhale the rest

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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