15. PACIFIER (Devil)

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The gods notice you're stuck.
They send Crow.

The Devil Reversed

(Pacifier)

[INTRO]

Funeral continues.
Pacifier ghost —
taught me to wait
with my mouth closed.
Land calls, water pulls.
I thrash in between.
The ghost I never looked at
ran the house.
The ghost I name
opens the door itself.

Pacifier is me.

[VERSE 1]

Mouth waters before the thought.
Gums remember what my mind forgot.
Pacing the kitchen, cleaner than before —
but my hand keeps reaching for the drawer.

Saturn built the cage.
Cravings keep better time than I do.
Short fuse burns
where the pacifier used to be.
Withdrawal is Mars
looking for a war.

I'm tired.
I reach.
My mouth waters.
I pace.

[PRE-CHORUS]

Mouth closes around comfort.
Soothing.
Pacifier.
My body keeps searching
when pacifier is removed.

[CHORUS]

The gods notice you're stuck.
They send Crow.
Pacifier —
the craving is not a crisis.
It's a cough.
Let it go.
Pacifier —
you kept me safe.
Pacifier —
Now my gums forget your shape.

[VERSE 2]

Eye that waters before the mouth.
What does it see
that makes my whole face weep?
Fixated seeing —
the eye forgot how to blink.
Crow says:
"The chain is not the object.
The chain is the belief
that you need it.
The rope is made of habit.
The grip that held you safe
can also pull you up."

[CHORUS]

(repeat)

[CROW INTERJECTION]

You are the creature
who can't decide.
The reaching is not a sin —
it's the hand remembering.
The ghost is not an enemy —
it's a guest who stayed too long.
Mouth keeps searching.
Nothing's missing.
The ghost isn't the craving.
The ghost is the searching.

Day 3 is where the ghost gets loud.
You knew that.
That's why you're ready.
All of it belongs.
Release the pacifier.
Open the mouth.

[BRIDGE]

Crow says:
"I don't want you to stop craving.
I want you to crave everything —
the reach, the release, the sound.
The craving is just tears
that forgot where to fall.
You learned to soothe
when you were small.
That worked then.
Release the pacifier.
Open the mouth.
Open the mouth."

[PRE-CHORUS]

(repeat)

[CHORUS]

(repeat)

[OUTRO]

The eye that looked for comfort
turns inward —
… finds nothing missing.
The mouth that sucked now speaks.
Pacifier was the quiet.
Now the quiet speaks.

[CROW FINAL]

Crow fills the room and says:
"Stay as long as you need.
Then go.
All of it was always welcome.
Even this.
Especially this.

The ghost named
is the ghost released.

Pacifier — laid down.
Let the Tower fall."

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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