17. HOARDER (Star)

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Loui Crow - Streams April 8

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

HOARDER — The Star Reversed

Hoarder ghost —
taught me to keep.
I built my whole life
around the belief
that it all falls apart.
I am a collection
of everyone's expectations.
The original is missing.

Hoarder is me.

Someone asks:
"What is she saving?"
Crow says:
"Everything but herself."

VERSE 1

The sun rises.
I turn my back.
Let it rise without me.
My hands forgot
what they were holding.
White-knuckled grip.
Accidents give my rage
a place to go.
Body remembers what I won't.
Ghost says:
"What's the point?"

Closet holds conversations I never had.
Naked feels like a wound.
I dress it in layers
of "someday" and "not yet."
Shelves groan.
I add another.

The star in me
stopped asking to be seen…
She just waits now.

PRE-CHORUS

What if I let it out?
What if it stays?
What if the feeling
has nothing to say?
I keep it.
Hoarder. Hoarder.
I keep it.
That's the way.

CHORUS

Hoarder — save it all.
Don't look too close.
Shop and haul —
build the wall.

Hoarder —
Words pile but never fall.
Every feeling gets a box.
I sit on lid and lock.
Hoarder.
Hoarder.

VERSE 2

The wounds healed
but I keep the scars
as proof.
Crow says:
"What are you proving
and to whom?"
That question sits on the front step…
Weather eats it.

My back goes out —
when I won't.
Neck locks —
when I can't say no.
I am the museum
of unfelt things.
Curator never opens.
Exhibits never rest.

Ghost says:
"If you feel good,
something bad will follow."

Crow says:
There is no wrong.
Only what you keep
and what keeps you.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

BRIDGE

A shelf breaks.
Everything spills.
Crow taps the fallen story.
"Now look."
The star wants to pour.
The Hoarder wants to store.

OUTRO

Crow says:
You who hoard the light —
have forgotten
you are made of light.
The cup in your hand —
is not for keeping.
The cup is for pouring.

Hoarder ghost disappears.
Now…
The path appears.

Crows on the wire, keeping watch over you 🐦‍⬛🖤

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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