10. SPINNER (Fortune) — Lyrics

Feb 14

Written By Loui crow

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

“Wheel obeys the one who owns it.
Fortune follows focus.”

WHEEL OF FORTUNE — REVERSED

Intro

Funeral keeps turning.
This is the eulogy of Spinner.
Good with odds.
Bad with endings.
Spinner is me.

Verse

Say I trust the universe.
But I don’t even trust myself.
Anticipation feeds the spin.
Gamble with direction —
then hate the ending.

Multitasking mimics mastery.
Ghost says:
“What if I pick wrong?”

I need a sign.
If fate spins it,
I stay blameless.

Crow says:
Choice aligns the current.
You’re the signal.
The fall recalibrates.

Pre-Chorus

I like the maybe before meaning.
I like the rush before landing.
Spinner is me.

Chorus

Spinner —
Spin reflects my aimless aim.

Spinner —
Wheel keeps turning, I keep safe.

Spinner —
The wheel asks for a hand.

Spinner.

Bridge

Commitment bores the ghost.
Savor the build of desire.
Stall at the edge of form.
Palm floats above the lever.

Ghost says:
“Later is better.”

Pre-Chorus

I like the maybe before meaning.
I like the rush before landing.
Spinner is me.

Chorus

Spinner —
Spin reflects my aimless aim.

Spinner —
Wheel keeps turning, I keep safe.

Spinner —
The wheel asks for a hand.

Spinner.

Outro

Wheel obeys the one who owns it.
Fortune follows focus.
Desire circles.
I circle with it.
The palm waits.

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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