5. A Little Bird Told Me — Lyrics

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Lyrics

[Verse]
Everything is fine
Everything is good
Everything is just the way it should be

a little bird told me
a little bird told me

[Verse]
Everything is fine
Everything is good
Everything is just the way it should be

a little bird told me
a little bird told me

About This Song

This song is small on purpose.

After grief stretches wide — after sky, branch, and mourning — something quieter arrives. A phrase that can be held without effort.

“Everything is fine / everything is good” becomes a charm here.
Not as denial.
Not as pretending.
As a momentary agreement with the present.

If I believe it, it is.

The pivot

Placed here in the album, this song acts like a hinge.

It’s the moment where language simplifies.
Where my nervous system chooses a softer sentence.
Where a quick feather lands and the body exhales.

It doesn’t argue with what came before.

It just repeats — gently — until something in me settles.

Why it matters

Not every song needs weight.
Not every moment needs depth.

Some moments just need a phrase you can stand on
while everything else keeps moving.

This song is that.

Thank you for listening to the quiet parts.
Thank you for trusting the small signals.

A little crow’s on the wire,
keeping watch over you. 🐦‍⬛

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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