🖤 Lyrics I Lived First
These songs started in my nervous system.
The ache. The silence. The part that braced. The scream no one translated.
I lived every lyric first.
Then I use Suno AI to give them a voice and instruments.
I don’t sing the songs myself. I write them. I survive them. I finish them.
What you hear is sorcery for closet songwriters: words stitched into sound.
What you read is survival turned into music.
📀 My first full album lives on the GORGEOUS page.
This space is for all the single releases—the songs that keep coming.
🏚 The site is still under reconstruction.
Pages are shifting. Bones are showing. I’m gutting it as I go.
The homepage is music. Because it always was. Every other link? Just bones I left behind for those crawling back to their own body.
👇 Scroll for the songs.
✦ THE ONLY WAY OUT IS THROUGH ✦ – Lyrics
This is the birth story of our son—and of every truth born through pain. It’s blood, breath, and the kind of scream that cracks the ceiling. It’s about staying present when the world goes primal. Whether you’re birthing a child, a self, a truth, or a timeline, this is the anthem for that threshold.
SOCIAL SICKNESS – Lyrics
This blog unpacks the lyrics to “Social Sickness,” a truth-spell disguised as a song. It explores what happens when your body says no before you do—through sore throats, gut pain, fatigue, and post-event crashes. Drawing from somatic wisdom and real-life experience, it turns shame into signal and illness into insight. Readers will learn how to decode their own body’s no, cancel with power, and reclaim their sacred boundaries.
UGLY BEAUTIFUL — Motel Birth, Mold Walls, and Magick That Held - Lyrics
This blog is the spell behind the song UGLY BEAUTIFUL—a motel birth story wrapped in blood, mold, and divine clarity. It tracks the sovereign choice to give birth at home, in sacred filth, without machines or masks. It’s about how magick stitched safety into a crumbling wreck and turned it into a temple. At its core, it’s a testament to trust, devotion, and the beauty blooming inside holy ruin.
SPELL IN THE SPINE – Lyrics
This is a song for the ones whose bodies broke the silence before their mouths could. Spell in the Spine names back pain as a sacred messenger—a Featherlock—where the nervous system stores unspoken truths. Inspired by Sarno, Ozanich, and Louise Hay, Loui Crow transforms chronic ache into chant, and diagnosis into a liberation spell. This track teaches the listener how to listen to the body like a holy book.
You're Holy (And You Forgot) - Lyrics
This piece is a lyrical reclamation spell for anyone who’s been made to shrink, silence themselves, or forget their sacredness. It’s a spoken mirror—a chant wrapped in rhythm—to remind you of your worth when the world taught you to question it. Born from nervous system healing and emotional clarity, this song brings affirmation to the places that felt abandoned. You don’t need to earn your return. You just need to remember.
WILLCRAFT MAGICK - Lyrics
This post shares the full lyrics to WILLCRAFT MAGICK—a spoken-word spell and musical code of conduct for sovereign love and self-sourced power. It dismantles manipulative magick, rewriting what it means to cast clean and live lit. Underneath the verses, we unpack what real willcraft feels like: choosing yourself without apology, healing without an audience, and refusing to use your pain to bind others. This song is a prayer for empaths who got tired of chasing, and a chant for anyone learning to let go without leaking light.
🪶 Featherlock - Lyrics
A ritual song for nervous system healing and emotional release. It explores how physical pain stores emotional memory, and how old loyalty patterns leave somatic marks. With chant-style affirmations and poetic cadence, it creates a permission space for softness, truth-telling, and spiritual reentry. It’s not about pain management—it’s about spell-breaking.
I Don’t Have to Hold It All Migraine Medicine — Lyrics
This blog shares the full lyrics to “I Don’t Have to Hold It All,” a somatic healing anthem for migraine sufferers and emotional over-carriers. It reframes chronic pain not as a weakness but as a sacred message from the nervous system. With affirmations and breath-based repetition, this piece gives voice to held tension, unspoken boundaries, and the emotional weight stored in the body. It’s a permission slip to stop holding everything—and start listening instead.