16. PATCHER (TOWER)

Apr 7

Written By Loui Crow

Lyrics up. Blog coming. Check back soon.

Patcher — hold the walls.
Patcher — walls hold me.
We fall together or not at all.

The Tower Reversed

[INTRO]

Patcher is the ghost
of maintenance.
Keeps walls standing
long after they should've fallen.

Someone whispers:
"What is she doing?"
Crow says:
"She's dying on purpose."
Patcher is me.

[CHORUS]

Patcher — hold the walls
Patcher — walls hold me
We fall together
or not at all.
Quick fix — everything's fine
React — refine
Crack grows louder
Patcher.

[VERSE 1]

Same walls. Different day.
Nothing falls. Nothing changed.
Plaster fills avoidance.
Fear made solid.
Grief made mortar.
Silence made stone.
Fear of the cracks,
yet they keep coming.
What hides in silence
I never learned to name.
So I patch it.
"Everything's fine" —
Ghost says: "You missed a spot."
Crow says:
"Let it break.
The rupture you fear
is a release you need."

[PRE-CHORUS]

If I stop patching,
what gives?
Smooth it over.
Move along.
Smooth it over.
Nothing wrong.

[CHORUS]

(repeat)

[BRIDGE]

I don't patch this.
I let it gape.
Let the shape
of what I held
fall away.
What I never learned to name
names me now.
Patcher watches.
Patcher goes.

[PRE-CHORUS]

(repeat)

[CHORUS]

(repeat)

[OUTRO]

I stopped patching.
Lightning came.
I'm not the same.
I smile at the ruin.
Bless the fall.
Tower held my fear.
In rubble it disappeared.
The mask fit so well
I forgot it was on.
Now that it's off —
I feel a little naked.

—

Lyrics are here. The full blog — about the ghost, the tarot, the body, the blessing — is still unfolding.
Check back another day. I'm still writing. You're still welcome.

🐦‍⬛

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

16. PATCHER (TOWER)

The Tower Reversed

17. HOARDER (Star)

Daughter on Mother’s Throne (Heh Final) Gate IV

louicrow@gmail.com