Blue Jay Says Speak — Lyrics
About The Song:
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This one is a spark-song.
Blue Jay Says Speak is the sound of me finally believing the danger is over.
This song is where I stop saying ‘sorry’ for existing and let my voice startle the air.
It’s not “I’m healed now.”
It’s more like:
“Okay… the danger really is over. I’m allowed to move. I’m allowed to talk. I’m allowed to stop hovering over every little thing like the world will explode without my surveillance.”
I wrote this as a beginner, not a guru.
I’m still very much learning how to live in a body that:
used to live in traumatic cycles and constant pain
is finally safe-ish now
still braces for impact like the shoe is always about to drop
This song is me hypnotizing myself into a new pattern:
less “sorry for existing”
more “blue jay says speak.”
If my album GORGEOUS was my scream,
FVNERAL is the long exorcism of the old life,
and this track feels like the part at the end where I look around and realize:
The past is behind us.
We’re safe enough to name what happened.
We’re safe enough to feel it.
We’re safe enough to let it go.
And now there’s a bright, loud bird saying,
“Okay then. Say it.”
WHY BLUE JAY?
There’s a real family of blue jays that lives in the tree outside our east-facing window.
I throw Truman’s old snacks on the balcony for the birds and squirrels, and the jays are always the ones who show up loudest.
They are not soft, mystical, floaty spirit animals.
They are:
loud
nosey
boss-level boundary keepers
seed hoarders
mischief engineers
They cache acorns like they’re planning an entire city and then forget where.
They imitate hawks to test the room.
They mob predators to protect the kids.
They declare themselves even when the whole forest is like, “Oh god, him again.”
That’s exactly the energy I needed for this chapter.
While writing this song, I kept getting little real-world taps:
Blue jays streaking past the window right when I write about FeatherLock
my back and neck pain flaring as life finally got calm
the song accidentally landing at 3:01—a mirrored 13, the Death number found in the Blue Jay gematria
76 → 13 → 4 for BLUE JAY.
13 - Death Tarot Card
Death and structure.
End and beginning.
Release and build.
The runtime, 3:01, feels like that number doing a backflip:
3 – the Crow chapter, the grief, the past
0 – the pause, the inhale, the space
1 – the spark, the new start, the jay-call
I didn’t plan it. My nervous system did.
🪶 THE CROW & THE BLUE JAY (how this fits the bigger myth)
In my FeatherLock system, pain isn’t a malfunction—it’s a message.
There’s a whole bird cosmology sitting inside it now:
Crow (she) = GRIP
shadow literacy, wire-watcher, pain translator
the part of me that sits beside the TMS flare and says,
“Name it or it festers.”stillness, night, underworld, witness
Blue Jay (he) = FEATHER
momentum, voice, release, activation
the part of me that interrupts the fear-loops, pecks the “sorry” off my tongue, taps my hand when I hover over the seed
morning, spark, motion, truth breaking silence
Together, they’re my little Nuit and Hadit:
She is the sky I grew inside.
He is the spark that breaks me forward.
Crow says, “The danger is over. I see all of you. Nothing you bring me is too much.”
Blue Jay says, “Enough watching. Move. Speak. Plant the future and step off of it.”
Crow = “let me witness.”
Jay = “let me speak.”
Crow handles GRIP:
hurt cannot escape me. I’ll hold it until you’re ready.
Jay handles FEATHER:
stop hovering. you planted it—now trust it.
And I sit between them, learning both survival and release.
Jay’s main themes in this song:
interruption
truth-activation
the end of false fear
the death of apology
cleverness and wit
release and relief
action and timing
trusting the seed
witnessing the moment without gripping it
Joy and new beginnings
He’s the bright-mouth prophet of the Blue Tree.
🪶 BLUE JAY’S MYTH MAP OF THE SONG
On the surface, it’s a weird little trap hymn about a bird on my porch.
Underneath, it’s my nervous system learning a new language.
Blue Jay =
the loud protector who doesn’t let me shrink,
the part of me that hates how often I say “sorry,”
the spark that pushes words out before I edit them to death.
Sorry =
an old spell I learned to stay safe.
Not manners. Survival.
The Seed =
every project, boundary, truth, desire I plant and then keep digging up to check if it’s growing.
Hovering =
compulsive over-checking, micromanaging, revisiting decisions, waking up pain because I don’t trust calm.
The Ache =
my TMS (featherlock) body finally releasing old danger:
back pain, neck tension, the protective clench that doesn’t realize the war is over.
The Blue Tree =
that inner place on the eastern edge of me where new beginnings happen.
The song hangs out on three main currents:
The end of the apology spell.
“pecks sorry off my lips—no tricks”
Jay knocks the word off my mouth.The end of seed-hovering.
“Forest grows when you don’t poke seeds”
Reality doesn’t need my constant supervision to keep working.The ache releasing.
“shakes the ache till my grip-latch slips”
Pain as old vigilance leaving, not new danger arriving.
🗣️ THE APOLOGY REFLEX (BLUE JAY’S JOB)
Crow is the one who sees how often I shrink.
Blue Jay is the one who refuses to let me keep doing it.
The apology reflex in my body looks like:
“sorry” tacked on after every honest sentence
shrinking volume mid-thought
editing my opinion while I’m still speaking
handing the floor away before I’m done
explaining myself three different ways so nobody feels threatened
It doesn’t come from politeness.
It comes from that old wiring:
don’t take up space
don’t be the loud one
don’t be too smart
don’t make anyone uncomfortable
The crow on the wire watches.
The blue jay on my hand interferes.
He:
dares me: “voice is spark”
reminds me: “you don’t owe anyone an apology for existing and having opinions”
This song is me practicing that sentence in melody form.
🌱 HOVERING & SEED TRUST
I joke a lot about “poking the seed every five minutes.”
It’s cute until I notice how much pain it causes me.
My hovering looks like:
checking stats
rereading messages
replaying conversations
re-deciding decisions that were already clear
waiting for something bad to happen when things are finally good
Blue Jay is the anti-hover.
He plants the acorn and walks away.
He screams a little.
He flies off.
He lets the earth handle the rest.
In the song, he keeps telling me:
“Drop it. Let dirt do its thing.”
“Future can’t grow when you stand on it.”
It’s not about irresponsibility.
It’s about trust—that my life can keep unfolding even when I stop staring at it.
🫀 SOMATIC / NERVOUS-SYSTEM LAYER
I wrote this while my body was confused:
my life finally felt calm—home-cooked food, predictable days, creative work, a kid who laughs
my body, meanwhile, was bracing like we were still in the motel
back pain, neck pain, weird flares showing up after safety arrived
That’s classic TMS / FeatherLock territory:
old stress leaving through new symptoms
the closet door opening when you finally have time to clean it
Say the thing.
Let the pain move.
Let the body believe it’s allowed to be here. And that your feelings have always mattered.
🌌 CROW & JAY AS SKY AND SPARK
it feels like Nuit and Hadit in bird form.
Crow is the sky-body:
the endless interior, the matriarch, the one who can hold your entire history without flinching.
She says: “I encompass your hurt. It cannot escape me.”Blue Jay is the point:
the impulse, the shout, the beak at your throat, the movement inside the vastness.
He says: “Stop saying sorry for existing.”
The song opens with that dynamic:
Crow holds the funeral,
Blue Jay cracks the day—
She names the wound,
He shows the way.
Crow = the body of my healing system.
Jay = the heartbeat inside it.
This track is the sound of that heartbeat getting louder.
🕯️ BLUE JAY WISDOM THREADS
This song is a note to self:
You survived.
You’re allowed to talk now.
You’re allowed to move now.
You’re allowed to plant things and walk away.
You’re allowed to live in ease and joy now. The hard parts done.
🪶 BLUE JAY AFFIRMATION — BLUE JAY SAYS SPEAK
If you’re here, maybe you’ve got a little blue jay in you too.
May your voice stop apologizing for arriving.
May your “sorry” fall off your lips before it lands.
May your seeds rest deep in the dirt, untouched, trusted.
May the part of you that hovers get to sit down and breathe.
May your ache be allowed to be release, not just alarm.
May your nervous system learn the difference between danger and memory.
May Crow keep holding your history like a night-sky that will not drop you.
May Blue Jay keep daring you into motion,
tapping your throat and whispering,
“Speak clean.
Plant it.
Step back.
You are allowed to be loud. There’s room for you here”
LYRICS — BLUE JAY SAYS SPEAK
[Intro — slow, raspy, eulogy]
Crow holds the funeral,
Blue Jay cracks the day—
She names the wound,
He shows the way.
Crow murmurs, “The danger’s past.”
Jay says, “We fly at last.”
[Verse]
He barges mornings like he owns the sun,
pecks opinions tucked under my rug,
tugs at the edges of the neat I spun,
throws his voice like clouds with teeth.
Hide the acorn, forget where—
tree here, tree there.
Says, “Drop it, let dirt do its thing,
forest grows when you don’t poke seeds—
that means stop hovering.”
He bluffs danger; room rearranges,
spine unwinds as his courage exchanges.
He dares me: “voice is spark—
trust the dark,
claim your ground; let yourself grow.”
[Pre-Chorus]
stop the “sorry,”
interrupt fear,
blue jay says speak,
startle the air.
they don’t like it?
tell ’em cover their ears—
[Chorus]
blue jay says speak,
pecks sorry off my lips—no tricks,
shakes the ache till my grip-latch slips,
blue jay says speak.
[Chorus x2 or repeat as you feel]
[Bridge]
Blue jay clicks tongue and says:
“you’ve been in your head.
There’s a move to make,
you have what it takes.
Don’t fear the leap,
tree’s still there when it’s time to sleep.”
[Chorus]
blue jay says speak,
pecks sorry off my lips—no tricks,
shakes the ache till my grip-latch slips,
blue jay says speak.
[Outro — slow, raspy, eulogy]
blue jay fluffs his feathers,
bright and starry,
says: “no more sorry,
you don’t need to worry.
future can’t grow when you stand on it,”
momentum calls, “your feet must lift.”
[whispered]
…blue jay says speak
…blue jay says speak
