14. OVERMIXER (Art)

Written By Loui Crow
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The hand that stirs is the hand that fears stillness.

Art Reversed (Temperance)

(Overmixer)

[INTRO]

The hand that stirs is the hand that fears stillness.
It moves before the question forms.
It almost settles.
I stir it.
Overmixer is me.
(overmixer)

[VERSE]

Spoon turning.
I add a thought.
Add a season.
Add a rule.
Add a reason.
Liquid turns nervous.
Residue rises.
Transparency bruises.
I whip the elixir
thin as doubt.
Clarity drowns.
Lift the lid before settling.
Stir graveyard into broth.
Ghost salts wounds with theory.
“One more stir. It’s not ready.”
Crow says:
Stop stirring the alchemy.
Let it cook.

[PRE-CHORUS]

Aim.
Release.
Let the art decide.
Measure in motion.
Crow says:
Patience steadies the hand.

[CHORUS]

Overmixer.
Over-fixer.
Stir — test the texture.
Overmixer — keep it moving.
If it settles… what forms?
(Overmixer.)
I don’t know how to stop mid-stir.
(Overmixer.)

[BRIDGE]

Hold the tension.
Heat stays even.
Hands withdraw.
I allow instead of improve.
Let silence thicken.

[PRE-CHORUS]

(repeat)

[CHORUS]

(repeat)

[OUTRO]

Overmixer dissolves.
Art remains.
The hand that stirred learns to rest.
Silence thickens.
An old friend knocks at the gate.

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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