12. BRACER (Hanged Man) — Lyrics

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

Crow says:
You can’t keep introducing yourself the old way.

The Hanged Man — Reversed

[INTRO]

Crow watches the pivot.
The drop looks gentle.
I calculate.
I stiffen.
Water mirrors my brace.
World tilts.
I don’t.
Bracer is me.

[VERSE]

I look more relaxed than I feel.
Ankles grip the floor,
Vision folds. Inward swirl.
Body holds memory.
Mind outruns the room.
People dissolve.
I portion myself.
See the shift.
Delay the dive.
My footing becomes ceiling.
Perspective leans.
Ghost says:
Grow and they fall away.
Crow says:
The drop remakes you.

[PRE-CHORUS]

Shoulders tight.
Hands free.
(hands free)
I don’t know
what to do
with these.

[CHORUS]

Bracer.
Predict without proof.
Bracer.
Body believes it.
Bracer.
Pulse doubles.
Old signal rises.
Brace again.
(Brace again.)

[BRIDGE — ego exposure]

I practiced persona for decades.
Posture betrays me.
I’m learning to unclench.
Resistance persists.
Arrival reorders me.
Angle changes.

[PRE-CHORUS]

Shoulders tight.
Hands free.
(hands free)
I don’t know
what to do
with these.

[CHORUS]

Bracer.
Predict without proof.
Bracer.
Body believes it.
Bracer.
Pulse doubles.
Old signal rises.
Hang instead.
(Hang instead)

[OUTRO]

Ghost served its season.
Bracer recalculates.
The Hanged Man settles.

Crow says:
You can’t keep introducing yourself the old way.

Containment loosens.
Humility stretches.
Brace softens.
Being remains.



Fun fact: I played the flute on this track. The melody came off the top of my head in one take.
Thank you for listening 🤲🏻

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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